CLASS OF 1924

To the far-fixing population of the class who remember Chief Traver as the paper box business pacifier, traveler personified, and man of full girth, the following will be news. "Interviewed" at luncheon about two weeks ago in the Palmer House, Chicago, George blames the arduous and confining duties of the Chicago Safety Council managership for the loss of several score pounds. He has successfully hoarded one vacation and a half to spend in the East at the earliest opportunity. The Northwestern carries him as a regular commuter from Evanston along with George Anderson, late of Pueblo, Colo.

A long standing ambition to be a banker has landed the second George in Chicago with the credit department of the Central Trust Company. He and his recent bride have taken an apartment in Evanston. He has not yet accustomed himself however to the experience of meeting Dartmouth men everywhere in the Windy City.

Another champion of the single state has lost title. Ax Coffin can now be reached at home in Oak Park but one night a week. It takes the other six to drive to Glencoe and back. Object—matrimony. Name—Miss Elizabeth Hodge. Date of the event: December 6 or thereabouts. He hopes to have Stan Lyon present for the occasion.

The wedding of Clark Weymouth '26 brought your correspondent to Chicago and made possible these short but pleasant visits with the above mentioned. Charlie French and his wife and Robbie Robinson and his wife attended the function. In the line of weight, the Hanover dramatic enthusiast has added some thirty-five pounds, and what sounds like a proportionate increase in the wholesale carpet business of Carson Pirie Scott. About once a month he reaches New York for a day or so. There's an interesting six-weeks-old male member of the family to meet now. Charlie reported less chaerfully on the prospects of a lumber boom, but still has hopes. Only a diminishing crop of hair distinguishes him from days of yore. George Anderson, by the way, is taking and dressing his new position very seriously.

The best way to see these fellows is to go to the H. Y. P. Club any Saturday noon for lunch, where the local Dartmouth meetings will be held hereafter.

Bill Minary in Benton Harbor keeps perfect open house. When you have climbed a long flight of stairs and wandered through six fire doors, you'll find a door wide open marked "W. B. Minary, Real Estate." But the office is apt to be bare except for an announcement card or two from Rosie in New Haven. One native came very near locating him for me: "Oh yeah, he's still in town, still in town somewhere."

Out in the North Meridian Ave. section of Indianapolis, Rudy Haerle has built an attractive English style house with a special den for his coveted collection of firearms. Even the light switches are revolver butts and turned on and off by the triggers. The heir apparent, now two, already knows his guns. Rudy will trade a personally conducted tour of his museum for the sight of any class member visiting Indianapolis.

Lest this report smacks a sponging forage to the Mid-West, let it be known that the trip, which made possible certain luncheons and evenings with various class members, became strictly business in purpose, if social in tone, since officiating at the Weymouth wedding.

The affairs of the W. E. Hutton Co., stocks and bonds, of Cincinnati are keeping Jim Hutton well tied to the proverbial grindstone, though the market has left no visible signs of strain or anguish on his countenance. From his conversation it is apparent that he would like to find enough time to fly to just one Dartmouth football game and back again. Golf and the races at Latonia are his present limit. Jim recently completed a fast jaunt around the country investigating airports and airlines for the Aviation Corporation of which he is a director. If that's not enough, he has the Crusaders' ("18 th Amend-menot") Executive Committee duties to turn to.

About the time Kansas City fell before the clanks of a Massachusetts Ford roadster, Joe Holliday was getting in training preparatory to a sudden turn in the family fortunes. He had just discovered a guaranteed method of winning at roulette, if the wheel was straight and if the money limits weren't too strict Concern deepened as the allotted time for testing this Wallingford idea arrived. Friends came from all sides to give advice and to learn the secret. But the wheel must have been crooked, because Joe was out several simoleans when the fog cleared. He has an attractive home in one of the several good-looking sections of Kansas City, and a ten-month-old daughter.

Written at the conclusion of another charge—this time on Toledo to investigate the recent nuptials celebrated by Ockie Hecht. Executed on his Remington, and censored to his taste.

Secretary, 7 Harvard St., Worcester, Mass