CLASS OF 1919
Along with the robins and other cheerful signs of spring the great Ives came to Boston. The tenor minstrel of the Crowell Publishing Company has left Chicago, scene of his many conquests in the battle for agate lines, and will now take fabulous sums from New England manufacturers for four-color pages in Woman's Home Companion. He tells us he has taken a place in Cohasset, which will be good news to those '19 men who like to go down to the sea for nips.
We are constantly being amazed by the things Cottie Larmon has done or is about to do. We just get him classified as professor of administration and a rather neat golfer, when he turns up as two other fellows. During the Easter recess, we saw him in Boston. He told us of winter week-ends SDert cornpeting with no less a light than Johnny Carleton at ski jumping. The night before he had delivered an address in Williamstown and was hurrying off next day to play squash with the No. X man on the Manchester team. We half expect to read next summer that he has made a new record for swimming the English Channel.
Our routine was pleasantly interrupted recently by a very brief visit from Batch Batchelder. The Batchelders are started on an expansion program. They have moved to a larger plant—a fine house which sits staring out across Long Island Sound—and expect to double production by summer.
We suppose the moving picture with its educational value and all has carried the message of beauty to even the remote rural sections. Either that, or graft is raising its ugly head in Dartmouth affairs. We noted with considerable surprise that Professor McCarter, having served evidently to someone's satisfaction as a beauty judge at Carnival, was again selected to act in that capacity at the Green Key Prom. Here, indeed, is a '19 boy who has made good against great handicaps.
Sam Jenkins, after the usual years and years of medical schools, internships, and special study, has become a doctor, and is building himself a swell practice up in Corona, N. Y.
Recently we found a man who in a mania of collecting had saved all the Dartmouths from 1915 to 1921. We tried to buy those volumes published during our years in college, but someone beat us to it. We did, however, get the September '18 to June '19 volume, and plan to enhance the Nineteen News with choice morsels garnered therefrom.
Our Chester Ormsbee Gale, the young blade girls swear at, not by, is in Buffalo doing something about stocks and bonds. Word reaches us that he is busy right now starting a big bull market. As one who is still more or less involved in the last one, we wish him all kinds of success.
New York has sent us almost no news, Cleveland none, and all is quiet on the western front. Even President Martin, otir most constant contributor, has sent us nothing but complicated sets of figures. We would like to make a plea for a little help.
We can make up these charming little items up to a certain point only—then we curl up and die. And with the golf courses getting in pretty good shape and business just pouring down upon us, we warn you— send us some dope or content yourselves with reading those tiresome 1918 class notes throughout the spring and summer months.
Louis Rector has been seriously ill in Blodgett Hospital, Grand Rapids, Mich. Following a gall bladder operation he had peritonitis, then pneumonia and empyema. He is state manager and salesman for "Ditti" in Michigan.
Secretary, Brush Hill Road, Framingham, Mass.
