CLASS OF 1919

All other news is dwarfed by the item which follows, gathered in by one of our more intellectual snoops from the Boston Transcript:

RADCLIFFE GIRL ENGAGED TO DARTMOUTH 1919 GRADUATE

"From Topsham, Me., the engagement of Miss Ruth W. Johnson of Topsham to William Hill McCarter of Hanover, N. H., was announced on Wednesday afternoon at a luncheon, etc., etc."

Those of us who attended the class dinner before the Harvard game were somewhat worried because we could not find Bill there. We suspected that things must have got out of control somehow, but no one dreamed of anything as drastic as this. Who knows Larmon may weaken yet.

The next most important item is the dinner before the Harvard game. Phil Bird and Louie Munro, having suffered a severe financial loss last year due to feeding a great many Eighteeners, Seventeeners, and others who wandered in looking hungry, and due to Rock Hayes' insisting on tipping all the waiters in the building, were very conservative in their estimating, and the attendance was so magnificent that twelve late arrivals were eating off the piano. Munro, with the aid of Rabbi Raible, Staff Hudson, six waiters, and the clerk of the bowling alleys, mixed up a large punch bowl of appetizers which were indeed tasty. The boys were quick to sense Louie's pride in his work and his determination to have the thing just right. They discovered that by a slight criticism every few minutes, they could start Louie all over again. When we left along late in the evening he was just starting a new batch, saying, "I think just a little more lemon juice will fix it all right."

We appointed a committee early in the evening to make an accurate count of who were there, and this is their report. If you thought you were there and you do not appear in this list, you're crazy, and our advice is that you consult a good physician, or Bill White.

Phil Bird (reading from that quartet by the piano, twice around the punch bowl under the far end of the table and over there into that corner), Alex Henderson, George Bingham, Rock Hayes, Bung Roland, Pete Grey (yes, sir, we saw him ourselves), Art Havlin, Doc Carrigan, Jack Berry, Bill White, A1 Googins, Spider Martin, Cottie Larmon, Bob Proctor, John Chipman, Hawka Hawks, Jim Davis, A1 Crosby, Jack McCrillis, Chad Chadwell, Jigger Merrill, Rabbi Raible, Ray Hinds, Milt Conkling, the Reilleys, Rosey and Tom, Spen Dodd, Dennie Sullivan, Louie Munro, Staff Hudson, Dutch Guy, Leslie Spencer, Herb Fleming, and two strangers from somewhere, both admirable boys. All in all, it was great fun, and the University Club rang with merriment. This comes pretty near to being the furthest north we have reached in class dinners, and shows without a doubt that the old class is getting together again under Spider's persistent efforts. The fact that we all have so much fun at these fool parties is proof to us that everyone has wanted them right along, but. everyone needed a little shove.

Jack McCrillis wrote us some time ago that he considered the arrival of one John Cooper McCrillis on May 30 as good and sufficient reason for being elected to the Proud Poppers Club. We must apologize for getting this, letter all mixed up with the June 1 bills, so that it has just now come to light of day. Mr. McCrillis is hereby elected to membership.

John Chipman, until recently tachometer expert extraordinary, is now become a general in the sausage industry. In just what direction this is a step, we are not sure, but it seems to us a definite step. "Dis done," as the French girls lovingly called John has. charge of New England for Adolph Gobel,. Inc., of New York. He has just got him a new house at 130 Allston St., West Medford, and has a good supply of skinless Frankfurtersalways on hand.

We decided to go to the Yale game at the last minute, and had a seat sort of off in foreign territory. We did not expect to see any of the gang, but who should be in the next pew but old Burp Austin, squire of Naugatuck, who had not leaned against our weary eye since way back in 1917. It wasgood to see him; he looks just the same, all smile and teeth.

Hemp Broker Paisley was there worryingaround the New Haven station when we arrived. Guy Cogswell was out in front, holding up a post with great patience, waiting for Robin to arrive on the special from Boston. Hayes, Dodd, Bird, Munro were there from Boston, Martin from Syracuse, and Red. Murphy from Buffalo.

As we left the Bowl after the game we saw Champ Clements' frantic face peeping out. of a big coon coat. We rushed oyer quickly for he seemed in need of help, but it was nothing. He was vainly trying to convince a group of Yale Drane and Rand customers that he did not bet that Dartmouth would beat Yale, but that Yale would not beat Dartmouth. He did not seem to be doing very well, and in view of the company'spolicy that the customer is always right we did not see how he had a chance, so we went on about our business.

Spider tells us that he is moving from Syracuse to Rochester, still with the Graybar Electric. J. W. (Nick) Carter is assistant manager of Gamble-Robinson Co., Alexandria, Minn. Harold Morse is principal of the high school in Pembroke, Mass. Tom Hapgood is with the Gilbert and Barker Manufacturing Co., Springfield, Mass. Kipe DeBoer is back in Montpelier with the National. Life Insurance Company.

Secretary, Framingham, Mass.