CLASS OF 1921
Yes, mates, believe it or not. It is ten years since we members of the grandest class were grand old seniors. And were reveling in our possession of the senior fence. And rejoicing in football victories over Cornell and Brown and Penn and building bonfires at two in the morning to greet the boys coming back beaten from Penn State. And Bill Embree was keeping the gang happy with his dancing while Ned Price was telling the world how the College should be run through the columns of The Dartmouth. And we were all a lot more care-free than we'll ever be again, unless it's for a few days at the Tenth next June. Of course you're going to be there. Remember that swell party 1911 had in June 1921? Well, Ort promises he's going to go 1911 one better and give 1931 a really tough mark to shoot at ten years ahead.
Speaking of the Hanover we all knew ten years ago, here's what some of the campus leaders of that day are doing today. Take the class officers we chose at our senior eleetion.
"Prexy" Sanderson, after doing some great work for the Dartmouth Christian Association in Hanover followed by the regular three-year battle at the Harvard Medical School, is serving his apprenticeship as a doctor at a Hartford, Conn., hospital.
"Red" Ege, vice-president extraordinaire, having won all the honors possible at Harvard Law School, is lawyering it in St. Paul, Minn. (Minneapolis papers please copy), with the Hon. Secretary Kellogg's firm.
Secretary Bob Elsasser is down in the Sunny South teaching business and all sorts of economics to the students at Tulane University, New Orleans, La.
And Treasurer Ned Price is one of the promising young members of the Chicago bar.
While class marshal Prank Ross sells Frigidaires to the populace of Boston and vicinity.
Of the Palaeopitus of 1921 we've already accounted for Bob and Ned and Sandy and Frank, and of the others we won't risk a battle with Al Cate for Jim Robertson and Zack Jordan, but
"Rollo" Briggs is a rising young diplomat at present connected with the State Department at Washington, after terms as viceconsul and secretary of the embassy at Lima, Peru. Did you see that revolution coming, Ellis?
Jack Hubbell, famous wherever the lights shine bright along Broadway and the roaring Forties, helps Mr. Simmons stand behind those famous Simmons beds.
Ort Hicks, after a long and notorious career as a distributor of cameras, is a vice-president and one of the leading salesmen for F. H. Korff and Co., dealers in investments based on oil royalties, with headquarters in New York. Incidentally we learn from private sources that the Hicks mansion out at Great Neck, L. 1., is becoming cluttered up with cups by our present leader at tennis tournaments at some of the snootier Long Island country clubs.
Joe Lane is a leading furniture magnate of the South, with his office at Chattanooga, Tenn.
And "Buck" Freeman—"Buck" of the quiet manner and the genial smile—has taken that personality which won his army of friends,—beyond. . .
And of the '21 athletes who wore the Green ten years ago, two are in Hanover at present helping coach the present eleven. Dr. Norm Crisp, again on leave from his post with the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., is whipping the line into shape to meet the heavy forward walls of Harvard and Yale and Cornell and Stanford, and "Brainy" Bower, now a regular member of the physical education department at the College, is helping train the backs. Val Grundman, another"D" man, is, like Treasurer Ned, a Chicago lawyer.
And George Harris, who used to stand opposing batters on their heads, now helps the Springfield, Mass., publishing firm of G. and C. Merriam get out their dictionaries.
While Harry Chamberlaine, center on that corking good basketball team ten years ago, is a high powered advertising man on the staff of Good Housekeeping arid is secretary of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of New York.
Bill Perry and Rynie Rothschild, who used to drive the old puck early and often into rival nets, are both sedate business men now, Bill in Cambridge, Mass., and Rynie in St. Paul.
From the ranks of '21's actors and singers: Bill Embree helps run his dad's lumber business in Chicago; Johnny Sullivan is the county prosecutor for the district including Manchester, N. H., and vicinity; Rog Bird peddles coal in New York by day and croons over the radio by night; George Frost is a prof. teaching Dartmouth's younger generation; and Homer Cleary, who could even show such stars as Haidee Wright and Beryl Mercer a few things about character acting, is on the faculty of the University School in Cleveland.
While today finds the ex-editors doing this: Dan Ruggles, big news boss of The Dartmouth, is still in the newspaper racket, but he's shifted from the editorial rooms to the counting house, and is now connected with the business staff of the Boston Herald.
Manny Manchester, who used to put all the wisecracks in Jacko's editorial mouth, writes feature articles for the Sunday magazine of the Boston Herald, while "Hank" Cook, once Jack's managing editor, is in the insurance game in New York.
Benny Tenney, who ten years back ruled the inner editorial sanctum of the Bema, is now a Boston surgeon.
And now to add a few items that have come to the notice of the editorial typewriter during the summer.
In the first place, there are some new junior members of '21's organization. Miss Barbara Pierpont Stickney, third daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Stickney of the Hub, joined our ranks August 4. "I think this entitles me," Charlie writes, "to a life membership in the Proud Poppers Club on a paid-up basis without compulsory chapel attendance." Miss Stickney weighed in at 8 lbs. 1 oz., and gives every indication of being a future field hockey champion (Smith, Wellesley, and Mt. Holyoke scouts kindly take notice).
And over in nearby Worcester Donald Whitney Noyes, second son of Mr. and Mrs. Phil Noyes, made an equally auspicious bow, entering the lists at 8 lbs. 2 oz. Furthermore Don started right in breaking records (his dad hopes he'll break some for Dartmouth later on) by gaining back his birth-weight in less than a week. Phil himself is again teaching a Worcester Academy this year.
Last season we knocked off a note or two about those big city workers who like to sleep at night far from the city's roar and din and thus ride the choo-choos many, many miles per day. Well now we have another entrant for the long distance commuting records (Artie Anderson, who rides from Pittsfield or thereabouts to New York daily and other of like ilk will kindly file statistics in rebuttal within 24 hours). Bill Fowler is your rival, men, and Bill rides into his law office in Boston daily from Little Boar's Head, N. H., some fifty miles as the nightingale flies from the corner of Boylston and Tremont Sts.
And now, after a few preliminary peals from the wedding bells, we beg leave to announce the marriage of Prof. J. Perry Mitchell, Jr., and Miss Lucy G. Clark, which took place at Ithaca, N. Y., June 21. Fran Cosgrove, the Marlboro, Mass., shoe magnate, was best man, and Perry and his bride are now living in Cambridge, Mass., where Mitch is teaching at the Harvard School of Business Administration.
Roy Pollard has joined the ranks of '21 in New York, having recently moved to the big town to become manager of the insurance department for R. P. Stevens and Company at 120 Broadway.
Dr. Jim Smead has recently taken down his shingle in Springfield, Mass., and moved it a few miles south to West Hartford, Conn. His new address is 27 North Main St., West Hartford. "Bump" Ward is also a recent addition to the Hartford community. "Bump" is now manager and treasurer of the Beneficial Loan Society of Hartford, with offices at 2 State St. His residence is at 351 Blue Hills Ave.
Chicago got the jump on the other cities by holding the first 1921 dinner of the season September 29. Harry Mosser, Val Grundman, Ken Thomas, Dud Robinson, Al Laffey, Ned Price, and Bill Embree were out for the party. As we write New York has yet to hold its first get-together, but Ort and his dinner committee plan some lively functions at the Dartmouth Club and also some luncheons, (weekly if possible) before the academic years get much older.
Incidentally in reporting on the Chicago dinner Bill informed us of the departure from Chicago of Vic Welch. And, as the Pine Corners Crusader is accustomed to say, "Chicago's loss is New York's gain," for Vic is now connected with the Davis Welding and Manufacturing Co. at 103 Park Ave., Manhattan.
And now if you'll kindly dig that questionnaire card out of your desk and ship it along, this hungry typewriter's great appetite for news will be somewhat assuaged. Don't forget to mail that check to need either, and we'll see you all in June if not before.
Secretary, 7 Lotus Road, New Rochelle, N. Y.
