CLASS OF 1912
It is with deep regret that we announce the death of our classmate, Clearton Reynolds.
Captain Reynolds died as the result of injuries sustained in an automobile accident, when his car crashed into a concrete guard rail as he was driving to the Officers' Club to attend a dance. Mrs. Reynolds and Lieut. Bert P. Meyen, who were in the car, were but slightly hurt.
At the time of the accident, Captain Reynolds was commander of the 15th observation squadron at Selfridge Field, Michigan. His history since his days with us is a story of aviation since early 1916 and the Mexican border campaign, active duty in France through the Great War, and ending with tribute paid from the air by planes flying over Arlington National Cemetery.
A full obituary will appear in the next issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
Our new class agent, "Pett" Pettingell, has already begun to make himself felt in his good work for the Alumni Fund. "Dick" Remsen, whose years of success and experience in the field makes him an authority, sends in this belated notice: Dear Classmates:
I deeply appreciate the splendid cooperation you gave me during the years I acted as class agent. The quota was reached every year. Why? Just because you did your part so well.
I found it impossible to continue. "Pett" Pettingell came through at the request of the executive committee and relieved me. He is doing a great job. He needs every bit of support, and I know that you will give it to him. Keep up the good work and the quota will be reached.
I told "Pett" how I felt about 1912 after doing the class agent's work. It was a rich experience, and I know you will afford him the same happy recollections.
Yours for Dartmouth and 1912, DICK REMSEN
Our quota is higher this year than ever before, and it will mean real co-operation this year to see that "Pett" is able to live up to our record of success each year. No amount is too small, so don't wait until the last, but send in whatever you can.
One of the finest letters received in a long time came out of Boston from Ray Cabot. It looked like a million dollars to read the long list of names of the elan who gathered for the Boston alumni dinner. You could just read between the lines how happy they all were in the fine turnout. Ray mentions particularly "Nipper" Knapp and Bud Hoban, and also Jimmie Boak, who happened to be stationed at the Boston Navy Yard aboard ship. Thanks for the letter, Ray, and if I had just two like that a month the MAGAZINE would be bigger.
The following is a very interesting letter received from Syd Clark from Paris: March 17. 1930
Dear Alvaro: I can't tell you how very much your kind letter, forwarded by my sister, pleased me. So many times sympathy letters and even the actual feelings of the bereaved are no more than perfunctory; but your letter was not that kind, and my feeling about Gene is certainly not. His going is the toughest blow I have ever had to bear. It all but knocked me out. You can imagine how lonely and helpless I felt way over here. Just a year ago I had two reunions with Gene, one in Athens, the other in Paris, and they brought us very close together, as I finally ceased to be the kid brother and became a companion to him. I had rather hoped to carry on by a year spent in Hanover with him next year while I pushed on my literary endeavors with the help of the College library. But that idea was naturally wrecked. My own loss, however, is nothing, I suppose, compared to Gene's seventeen-year-old son, who is now without either father or mother.
As to myself, I have been abroad over a year, and hope to come home very soon. I have just now been writing a book on Austria which I hope McBride is going to bring out, though it isn't settled yet. This makes the the second time I have broken away from the firm anchorage of the real estate business, but I suppose everyone should do what he wants if he can possibly get by. Selling real estate by compulsion is not much fun, even if things go well, as they were with me.
I happen to be in Paris for a short stay, but headquarters are in Brussels. My two children are in school there, and speak French like natives.
Thank you again for your very genuine letter. I would like to run in and see you sometime when I return.
Very sincerely, SYDNEY A. CLARK
(Care Shawmut Bank, 7 Boul. Haussmann, Paris).
"Hal" Harmon writes in his new address as 115 West 70th St., care of Stratford Arms, New York city.
Becent visitors at Hanover were Mr. and Mrs. Manvel Whittemore and Mr. and Mrs. Bay Cabot.
"Babe" Hartshorn writes of his having received a good chatty letter from Hap Trewin, who is still advocating for the firm of Trewin, Simmons, and Trewin at Cedar Bapids, lowa.
With President Doc O'Connor presiding at the annual dinner and dance of the New York alumni held at the Commodore Hotel on Friday night, April 4, the following 1912 men were represented: "Dick" and Mrs. Foote, "Dick" and Mrs. Remsen, "Jim" and Mrs. Erwin, "Fred" and Mrs. Day, "Randy" Burns and Miss Bower (sure a poor memory for names), and Warren Bruner. The party, although an "annual," was the first of its kind and a Doc O'Connor production—in every way just fine and early the next morning.
Spring and summer are on top of us, Hanover more beautiful than ever, "Pett" waiting anxiously for your help, and your Secretary grateful for any news that will help to make our column interesting reading. If you don't get the MAGAZINE each month your subscription will still be accepted.
Secretary, 1452 Broadway, New York.
