CLASS OF 1914

The Harvard game on October 23 brought out a goodly number of Fourteeners and lots of rain. It was a very wet week-end. atmospherically speaking. Following the custom started a year ago, the class met at the Parker House on Friday night. Twenty-three of us draped ourselves around, over, or under the festive hoard, to wit: Slater, Leech, Kimball, foie, Austin (the fellow they named the road-fleas after, Aborn. Sullivan, Gregg, Stratton, Ken F'uller, Plane, Bob Hopkins, Hazen. Burleigh. Drake, Chandler, Bill Barnes. Niles, Snow. Loveland, Rice, Saltmarsh, and Judge Taft. After the din- ner, under the guidance of Jim Gregg, master of ceremonies, we enjoyed a few' very infor- mal speeches by Reggie Bankart, Shorty Davis, and others.

And the next day it rained; clad in slickers, ponchos, and what not, we sat through the Harvard game, "which Dartmouth won handily to the tune of 7to We know no better way to give you an intimate glimpse of what happened on that memorable after- noon than to quote Win Snow’s “NEWS FLASHES FROM THE STADIUM."

“Bill Slater has put on about fifty pounds. One would never know that he was once so thin that they used him for a song leader. Yes, sir, he’s immense.

"Although the weather was quite bad, no- body expected to see Snow drifting into Section One. He figured it this way. The class of 1914 had had poor seats for so many years that they were due for good ones this year, so he put in his application with the class, instead of seats on the fifty-yard line, as is generally handed out to the has- beens (otherwise known as the D section).

'‘Believe it or not, a blanket over the head and shoulders keeps the rain from even wetting a coat underneath. However, don’t sit on newspapers.

“And in conclusion, blocked kicks ain't what they used to be, thank heaven.”

Win Loveland, erudite professor of Eng- lish at Boston University, after concluding a summer school course (teaching), ferried to the British Isles for his holidays, gathering shamrocks, thistles, and a cockney twang.

Your Secretary sojourned to New York before the Yale game for the Alumni Council meeting. It was impossible to see all the men I wanted to for lack of time. To those I missed,—my apologies, particularly to Chuck Kingsley.

Red Loudon was in New York for the Council meeting. Had breakfast with him. The rest of the time he spent wearing out the Wall Street pavements trying to make ex- penses.

Also visited the headquarters of the 1914 Alumni Fund at 165 Broadway. Mart is just the same as ever, a genial host.

Our New York spokesman says that A1 Richmond and Fred Davidson have been attending the Civil Engineers' Congress at St. Louis.

Bill Washburn was in New York recently en route to the Harvard game. Bill was, as we understand it, on an observation tour, visiting hospitals and football stadia.

Page Junkins is now associated with Smith and Marache, investment securities, 31 Nassau St., New York.

Fred Weed passed through New York, en route to Bogota, Colombia, where he is to look over a power plant installation in which his company is interested.

Rudy von Lenz is sales manager for the General Dyestuffs Corporation. Rudy has for many years been associated with the Boston office of that concern. He is living in New Rochelle.

String Howe, the Primo Camera of the class, is now the secretary and treasurer of the Dartmouth Club of Syracuse, N. Y.

Jim Heenehan is attorney for the New York state department of banking, with offices at 51 Chambers St.

Walt Daley is special contract representative of the RCA Victor Corporation at Camden, N. J.

Word comes from the Alumni Records office that Patsy Donovan is with Sears, Roebuck in Chicago, and is living in Lynn, Mass. Commuting, we surmise.

Jack McCullough is a sales engineer for the DuPontTCellophane Cos., with offices in New York, In case you are ignorant, Jack's product is that perfectly scrumptious transparent material with which you wrap fivecent cigars to make them look like CoronaCoronas.

Brownie Brownell is the manager of theSinclair Refining Company at Geneva, N. Y.

Last summer, Rocky Flanders took possession of a beautiful estate in Manchester,N. H., known as Brookhurst. There's abrook runs through it, and incidentally, ithas a musical background in that it is thechildhood home of the composer of thatplaintive war time tune, "There's a Long,Long Trail a Winding." Rocky, or ratherthe Doctor, is now one of the Queen City'sbig pill and poultice men.

Once a hick, always a hick, may be an oldsaw to some of you, but to me it simplymeans that George Henry Tilton, Jr., theclass thespian, has deserted the green baizeof the Lambs' Club and the white lights ofBroadway to become a country squire andplaywright. The call of his native heathcould no longer be ignored, so George purchased himself an estate known as Farr Hillin Littleton, N. H., where he intends to woo themuse and pursue his pursuits as play wright.

John Peppard is now in Pawtucket, R. 1., doing what, we have not as yet been advised.

We have the following from Lize Wheelock: •—"Spent August at Boothbay near the Roger Rices and had a very good time. Roger certainly is the hustling real estate salesman himself, and ought to just about own the place in another ten years. I should long since have reported the birth of a son, Arthur Stanley Wheelock, Jr., born July 14, 1929, now aged in the wood, 15 months." Comment-—who's next!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them, and turn a deaf ear. Of the latter ilk is Charlie O'Connor. A short time ago Charlie read in the Providence Journal that he had been nominated as a candidate for the school committee by the Democratic city committee of Cranston, R. I. Whereupon said Charles informed his public that he was not, nor would he become, a participant in the affairs of the Democratic city committee, and filed a withdrawal of his name with one Benjamin Lee, secretary of the board, Ah me!—Sic transit gloria mundi.

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