CLASS OF 1918
With another summer vacation under our belts we find ourselves again in the throes of a football season. Just about this time, when we who live in the East consider ourselves fortunate to be able to attend either the Harvard or Yale game, Dartmouth men on the Pacific coast are putting on the finishing touches to the plans for giving the Green eleven a royal welcome when it plays Stanford at the end of this month.
The Pacific Coast Association of Alumni under the fatherly guidance of its Prexy George Stoddard has been carrying on a vigorous campaign all summer to swell the attendance at the Dartmouth Round-up in San Francisco, November 26 to 29, on the occasion of the Stanford contest. Judging from the glowing accounts in "The Wrangler" the official organ of the Far West group, there can be no doubt but that the Dartmouth party out there will be no less a success than the Pow Wow of Chicago and will be worth traveling thousands of miles to attend. Haul out that suitcase of yours now.
We also note by "The Wrangler" that Stolid Stoddard upon returning from his vacation at Carmel found that the Furious Order of Eagles had decorated the town for him. Likewise we learn that Chet Conlon is on the Monterey peninsula peddling real estate and insurance. So far Conlon's biggest deal has been signing up the youngster for the class of '51. They say the kid looks like his dad.
Out on Long Island, N. Y., we understand that Stan Jones, Ernie Earley, and Syl Morey have been burning up the summer sands at Westhampton Beach in hopes of giving their kids the proper coat of tan, storing up the vitamins for the winter. We hear that Stan Jones' new castle-by-the-sea can easily be converted into a casino as soon as the Dartmouth colony becomes fully established at Westhampton, and that Ernie is soon to build an annex. Syl Morey has a new job as advertising manager for the Sinclair Oil Cos., and looks a bit harassed by his problem of finding new and better uses for gasoline,—perhaps to stop an itching palm or to drown that B. O.
Les Merrell, our perennial math shark, has turned his figger juggling to the benefit of H. H. Railey and Company, financial engineers, in New York. That is to say Les Merrell's job is to raise funds for hospitals, schools, South Pole expeditions, and the like.
A short while ago we had the opportunity of sampling Monk Cameron's many excellent brands of grapes on his extensive plantation at Ulster Park, N. Y. We feel sure he could supply the whole class with all they might want, at least all those who know what to do with them. While his main crop is grapes, he has also any amount of really good apples and pears. He must easily be the class leading pomologist.
As county solicitor of Merrimack county, Willoughby Colby is still trying to capture the too overt bootleggers in New Hampshire, not to mention mere robbers, etc., that are preying on suffering humanity around Concord. In his spare moments his law practice keeps him otherwise out of trouble.
Eddie Butts, our almost South American, has returned to these shores and now hopes to be permanently located in this his land of birth. He is with W. W. Eitzhugh, Inc., in Brooklyn, N. Y.
After a season of week-ending at his family homestead on Cape Cod, Al Rice reports that he is still vending stocks and bonds or rather trying to in these times. Among other things he says his family hasn't increased, he is feeling O. K., he is spending too much for living but having a damn good time doing it, and that his only kick is that old age is making itself felt.
Chris Christgau, expert on insurance and football, attends class dinners regularly at the Dartmouth Club in New York and bids the other family men to do likewise.
Cliff Meredith is still slapping together front pages for the New York American.Dick Cooley says everything is serene and the same in Boston to his knowledge, and sees but few 'lBers outside of Ed Emerson and Tom Shirley.—Al Gottschaldt reports status quo in regards to his advertising business, wife, daughters, car, and the place to find a reliable "still" in Atlanta.—Curt Glover is kept busy commuting 550 miles per week between Bridgeport, Conn., and his office in the Graybar Building in New York city.-—Skippy Mills has nothing new on his mind except his pedagogy at the Crispus Attucks High School in Indianapolis. Edson oiling along in Texas lists his total possessions to date as one wife, one son, one daughter, and one set of golf clubs.—Hugh Whipple, besides supplying the rubber companies with sulfur, is now attacking the bugs on rose bushes and other flowers with his famous "Pomo-Green."—Hort Kennedy has left the Guaranty Trust Company in Paris to take the job of French branch manager for Lee Higginson and Company.—Ed McDowell is hard at it in the practice of general surgery and obstetrics at Plattsburg, N. Y.—Gus Gustafson has moved to Jackson, Miss., to a better position as agency director for the Lamar Life Insurance Cos.—George Davis, New Rochelle's eminent mortician, has been honored by being enrolled as a member of the local board of education.
E. E. Johnson now represents the Barber Asphalt Company of Philadelphia in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and western Florida. He lives in Meridian, Miss., and would be glad to see some other Eighteeners.
Our plant disease hound, R. P. White, spent the summer inspecting ornamental nurseries in Prance, Belgium, Holland, and England, and also attended the International Congresses of Horticulture and Botany. He is still doing his best to find out something of scientific interest and of practical value on diseases of flowers and nursery stock.
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