CLASS OF 1914

As this issue of the MAGAZINE goes to all members of the class, Scotch and otherwise, we take this occasion to call particularly to your attention, Herb Austin's note enclosed herewith. "It only takes a minute to do the necessary to insure the arrival of the MAGAZINE for the nine months of the present college year. Make your ante now and get it over with."

Now that we have got that off our chest here's the summer's accumulation of dirt:

You know, one of the toughest assignments the Secretary has is to get news of our classmates for this monthly "colyum." No foolin'! We can usually count on a choice morsel each month from the New York crowd. But now our Big Town reporter has gone bashful. Some of the boys accused him of having a personal press agent, and comments to that effect became so frequent as to be unpleasant. From now on we give no credit for news items from the city of bonds and bankruptcies to anyone. Any sweepings from Broadway and Wall St. are credited to the New York Spokesman. And here it is: "The date of the regular monthly dinner at the Club is now the second Wednesday of each month. The class of 1915 has set their regular dinner for the same night, which will insure a pleasant gathering. (Sounds like Hiho or Ping Pong to me. Ed.)"

"The May and June meetings brought out only three of the regulars, Chuck Kingsley, A 1 Richmond, and Ted Lavin. Fred Davidson forgot to come and phoned his regrets just after the dinner. Fred is an inventor and consequently must be pardoned for his absent-mindedness. We do not know how many patents Fred has to his credit, but the official gazette of the United States Patent Office reports that one Frederic A. Davidson of Bayside, N. Y., is the owner of Patent Number 1,776,785 for Supporting Means for Advertising Signs."

Phil Harvey, formerly one of the most dependable attendants at the dinners, has not been seen for many months.

The National Process Company, Harold A. Pease, secretary, has moved from 218 West 40th St. to 75 Varick St., where the organization has room for expansion. (Note It was through the splendid co-operation of Hal that the "Seskwee Bulletin," mailed last July, was printed for the class.)

Two years ago, a few of us were lucky enough to spend a week-end as guests of Roger and Louise Rice at Sprucewold, Boothbay Harbor, Maine. A recent letter from Roger states that "Lize" Wheelock spent a month there this summer. He liked it, too!

From Atlanta, we learn that Dutch Burnham is the local manager of the Pittsburgh Plate Glass Company. Dutch took over his new job about August first, and from all accounts, the first thing he did was look up the local alumni association. It's funny how it gets us.

And now let's go to the Coast. For the past two months we have been literally bombarded with letters, hand-bills, broadsides, etc., about the Dartmouth Round-Up, November 26 to 30, in San Francisco. It's the hottest bunch of stuff we have had for many a day, and here's one of the reasons, Herb Gridley, hotels and transportation, and Elmer Robinson, publicity.

Clipped from the Wrangler, the official yellow journal of the Round-Up:—"Lt. Governor Elmer Robinson is to be congratulated, not as the Elmer Robinson choice of the people for lieutenant governor of California, but as one of the three prominent San Franciscans picked to be judges of the Thomas A. Edison Brightest Boy in American Contest. Son John no doubt will be picked."

Another New York spokesman reports meeting Jack Field in Cleveland this summer. Jack says he has just bought five acres of Ohio, call it a farm or estate, according to whether you are highbrow or lowbrow.

Jeff Beals was recently encountered at the world's busiest corner, 42d and Fifth Ave., reported apparently the same.

In Philadelphia, Red Davidson still serves as secretary of the local association. Red, by the way, says he didn't realize that there would be a prize for the biggest golf score at Lake Tarleton during the Seskwee, and modestly states that if he had, he could have faded Snatch Wilkinson right out of the picture.

And from way up in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, comes the splendid news that Margaret Evelyn Boggs said "Howdy" to a couple of proud parents, Mr. and Mrs. George A. Boggs, on September 24, 1930.

Here we are in Boston, the morning of October 7, and the big American Legion Parade. Clad in the natty horizon blue of the 40 and 8, in the front rank of the Maine delegation, flanked by Governor Gardner and followed by Rudy Vallee, we find Hod Potter. As we waited for the line of march to get under way, Howard expressed regret that he couldn't take in any of the games this fall. He has been assigned to a valuation job in Aroostook county and will be there for several months. He is a state engineer with headquarters at Augusta.

Bill Slater has finally succeeded in getting his family all well. He reports that the epidemic of mastoids, scarlet fever, measles, and broken arms that raged for practically eight months is all over. Bill had an awful time of it last winter. He was the only member of a numerous family who wasn't out at some time or other. He couldn't afford to be.

"Sully" Sullivan, portly and gray, a typical banker, joined the staff of the Boston branch of Brown Brothers, September first. This new connection gives him a wider range of operations than he formerly enjoyed.

Rumor has it that Phil Palmer has a new and better job in the felt business. This has not been confirmed as yet.

Having taken you almost all over the United States, let's wind up this journey in the place we all love best.

The opening game of the season at Hanover is now history. Your Secretary, with one wife and two kids, took it all in. Unfortunately, our stay was too short, it always is, but during the day we saw the Delta Alpha ceremonies, the game, and eight classmates.

Walt Humphrey and Constance with their two children were on hand. Bill Morton, quarterback, is Walt's brother-in-law, of whom he is justly proud, and incidentally, there's another brother-in-law playing halfback on the freshman team. As Walt's camp in Lake George is only a short ride from Hanover, I guess he'll see most of the home games.

Pidge Butler made the trip from Saratoga Springs. It brings to mind the days when Pidge used to commute on the snorting iron horse. Pidge has the class malady, more waist and less hair.

Gus Fuller and entire family were there. He had business in Claremont that could be attended to only on that morning.

Mart and Kay Remsen spent most of the previous week in town, arriving via Manchester, Vt., and Stonington, Conn., in the order named. Jay says the next time they come it will probably be via the Panama Canal.

Rufe and Mrs. Sisson came from Potsdam in order to chaperone a younger sister who was honeymooning at the Inn. I've heard all sorts of excuses for going to Hanover, but that's a brand new one.

Art Maddalena was seen in the stands at a distance. We didn't have a chance to say "Howdy."

And of course John Piane had to be there to see how the new uniforms worked out. With score of 79 to 0 I guess they are 0. K.

Don't forget to send the do-re-mi to Herb Austin. And that's that until the December issue.

Secretary, 159 Devonshire St., Boston