Midsummer Musings

FOB those alumni who are far away from Hanover—those who work in far off China, in Singapore, in Paris, London and up in the Arctic circle—this story is written, and while we swelter in the midsummer heat of cities listen to a tale of Dartmouth, and Dartmouth teams.

You who have had little opportunity to follow the Big Green in actuality, but only in spirit, will find the general season of 1929- 1930 as good a cross section of sports as any year in the past, and we witnessed the ascent of the Big Green to the heights as well as the bitter reverses which spell, in the eyes of writers, an unsuccessful season.

Last year at this time we talked of football; this year again the subject is football, but not in the light of predictions. We would be interested to know how you, you select group of Dartmouth men at Oxford, regard American football now that you have seen the English game of rugby, or how you, lone Dartmouth representative in the Malay Peninsula, think of American sports, now that you have so changed location as to almost lose touch.

We are too close to the game; it overwhelms us and inspires us to write epics around contests which are only scheduled games to disinterested persons, and yet there is a glamor, a showmanship and a sporting quality behind football which cannot be denied. A contest such as the Yale-Dartmouth game of 1929 is one for all time; a moving story written around heroes gripped in combat.

But to return to this season. Perhaps some Boston or New York papers reached the old world with the story that the Dartmouth baseball team won the championship of the Eastern Intercollegiate League. If they did not, the MAGAZINE will have to serve as the informing medium, but Rip Heneage has told me that while he was in London the papers there carried the results of the Eastern League side by side with the stock market quotations and the major league baseball games!

Dartmouth showed one of the most powerful baseball combinations produced here in years, and they bowled over league oppositions with a record of not a single home defeat. To Capt. Bart McDonough and Jelf Tesreau all credit for a winning machine, and while we sat in the background all year and discounted the losses of other teams, nevertheless there was a thrill in seeing Dartmouth once more at the top in a baseball way. The last game of the season was played with Cornell on Memorial Field, which resulted in a brilliant 1-0 victory in ten innings.

In that game Dartmouth and Cornell battled nine innings to a standstill, and Gunnar Hollstrom made his exit as a Dartmouth pitcher by limiting his opponents to four hits over the regulation route, although his performance was matched by Bob Lewis of Cornell. It was one of those contests that the impartial observer hates to see a victory, so disappointing would be the outcome to the beaten team. But the horde of reuning alumni which jammed the stands were all transformed into rabid rooters, and it is not within this writer's memory that such a crowd remained until the very last ball had been pitched, but so they did. It has been the usual commencement baseball fate to lose all of the onlookers around the sixth or seventh inning, but in this case a fine tribute was paid to the game by the alumni.

So hats off to a championship team, to an exceptional leader and a veteran coach. And to Dartmouth goes the signal honor of winning the Hutchinson trophy which now graces the Davis Field House mantel.

NEW YORK CITY, June 19—In our first week-end of leisure in this city within memory, we sit in a hotel room far up above Times Square and type this letter. On previous visits to New York, we have always just stopped and moved on, with the main object being to follow the team through to Philadelphia, or to take the subway out to Baker Field for the Columbia game, but blissful solitude is the watchword today.

Have just spent the morning at the Dartmouth Club of New York, and there have had a long and interesting talk with Mac Rollins who gave three travellers from Hanover every courtesy of the club. The first thing that was poked under our noses was the last number of the MAGAZINE which showed Lake Mascoma all ready for the launching of the Dartmouth crew.

Opinion on the crew is widely divided in this metropolis, and without quoting any of the prominent alumni, let me give a cross section of the scene. In the first place the whole business has started a healthy argument, which proves conclusively that the question is not dormant. That is a good sign. The argument boiled down to the fact that apparently the New York alumni don't like the idea of a Dartmouth crew, but their opinion of the whole matter is a lack of interest rather than a violent opposition. Perhaps it was started by an absurd newspaper article which appeared some time ago stating that all the Dartmouth authorities had to do was to dredge Faculty Pond to make a twomile straightaway and start in rowing.

To those who know Faculty Pond, that small haven for pickerel weed and liberated ducks, the idea is rather a joke than seriousness, but evidently it is misunderstood here. We have only absorbed the New York sentiment, and have only presented the New York arguments, which state that Dartmouth has not enough men to spare for a crew, Mascoma Lake is too far away, and there would be too much expense in the undertaking.

Now it seems to this writer that Rip Heneage is perfectly serious in his crew idea, despite the fact that members of his Athletic family have been quoted by alumni sources to the contrary. The pot is boiling in Hanover, and after all we are not the ones to commit ourselves one way or the other; we do not editorialize on such matters, but merely record the facts. Let alumni write in and give their views; let's qualify that statement, and say let alumni in Europe, Asia, way down in Buenos Aires, and those on United Fruit oasises (if that's the spelling) write in. This article is for you distant people anyway.

PHILADELPHIA, June 20 In passing through this city the thought came to the writer that the Dartmouth baseball team not only won the Hutchinson Cup, but that they were also Quadrangular League champ ions, for that circuit is not defunct yet. It's a fine cup, too. And did you know that only three men on the team graduate: McDonough, Hollstrom and Jeremiah?

We failed to connect with the Philadelphia Alumni Association because we passed through their fine city at two o'clock in the morning, and even our favorite place on Walnut Street was closed. Franklin Field was quite deserted, but it reminded us of a very hot tip given by a New York newspaper man who claimed that Dartmouth would be playing football there within five years. That's entirely unofficial, of course.

WASHINGTON, June 21—Between sightseeing jaunts and the chance meeting of several alumni at the Union Station, we started thinking seriously about football this Fall, and although it couldn't be helped, there was an urge to predict some games and pick some winners.

So here goes: Dartmouth will have a powerful but colorless team this Fall, and they will meet with more than their usual amount of good luck. After all in the game of football, it is a strong line which carries a team through the season, and Dartmouth seems unusually lucky in possessing one of the strongest forward walls in the East. Only Ellie Armstrong, now sojourning in the tropics, has graduated from the center of the defense, and we look for a fellow named Bill Hoffman to step in and fill the departed captain's shoes.

Outside of this one position, the guard, tackle and center proposition seems to be well fixed. Bromberg and Crehan, guards; Hoffman and Barber, tackles; with Capt. Andres at center. Those are just the veterans who happen to be returning, and one must also take into account the numerous reserves who worked their way through last year's season, and the freshmen whom Sid HazelCoach ton is sending up from the 1933 eleven. In keeping with the past policy of this section, the names of promising freshmen used in a predictive sense will be eliminated, as young fellows read too many sporting articles anyway, and they are liable to get notions into their heads.

A wealth of backfield material is available, all but the brilliant Marsters. And a Dartmouth team without Marsters is one which will have to do a great deal of playing. It is our guess that the Big Green of this Fall will show a hard running attack, with several men being available for the key position on any number of plays; in other words, the trend of the Brown, Cornell and Navy attacks of last Pall will be highly developed. Len Clark and Shep Wolff return; those tandem twins who helped Marsters on so many of his long gains of 1929. Henry Johnson and Ed Sutton are again back as fullbacks, but a long guess is going to point to a young fellow named Bob Wilkin, starting his second varsity year with the team. He played well in the late games against Cornell and the Navy. Bill Morton, whom every sporting writer tried to put on a pedestal last year as "Air-Mail" Morton, is back. But you alumni who are fortunate enough to be in Palo Alto, California, when the Big Game rolls around in late November, keep your eyes peeled for a player named "Wild Bill" McCall this Fall. Enough said.

This Fall will mark rough going for Dartmouth with such a schedule as we face. To this writer the two weeks' lay off between the Cornell and Stanford games augurs no good, but nothing can be done about the situation. With the woeful example of other crack Eastern invaders such as Pittsburg and the Army as an example, it will be squarely up to Dartmouth to carry the Eastern banner to the West this Fall. The best criticism we have heard came from a prominent Dartmouth alumnus, who stated that Dartmouth will reach their peak against Cornell, and the two weeks' vacation will be a hindrance rather than an asset, for a football team needs to keep going rather than to take a chance with a slump. The remedy was to schedule a minor game for the open date, played preferably in the Mid-West, and thus keep the continuity of games in motion. It was an interesting thought, but past policy would hardly point to such scheduling.

This being an even year, the team should lose to Harvard. A queer twist of fate has allowed Dartmouth to score more than 30 points on its Cambridge rival in the odd years of 1925, 1927 and 1929, while they have lost in the even years of 1922,1926 and 1928. But it is our opinion that Green alumni will again have cause to cheer in the stadium this Pall, and they should save their sorrows for the Yale Bowl.

But then football is so uninteresting in midsummer. We write this article for the distant alumni, on the assumption that this issue will not reach them until the football season opens anyway.

HANOVER, June 28—Getting back to the base of operations, several things came to mind which had been overlooked. One was the fine work of Capt. Avery Gould on Tom Dent's lacrosse team. Red finished his career by being chosen on the All-American twelve, and was given permission to go out to Syracuse, where the all star team had gathered. There they played a British combination, beating them by something like a 3-1 score, with Gould scoring a goal for the United States. Coach Dent has had two star performers in his sports this year, both All-Americans. We also refer to Andre Stollmeyer of the soccer team, who was rated as one of the East's best. Harvey Cohn turned out a marvelous track team, and the boys went through an undefeated season, which included strong outfits like Exeter and Andover. He will be sending a number of men up to Harry Hillman next year, the most prominent being Capt. Calvin Milans, a Washington boy who is jumping merely around six feet two!

Now, you distant alumni, drop us a postcard showing your favorite palace or king, and give us a foreign view on the Big Green teams, and especially the football team. Dartmouth's football prospects for this fall were dealt a hard blow when it became known recently that eight players, five of them stars on last year's freshman team, were ineligible to compete as sophomores.

Capt. Lyn Shollenberger and Howard Wilson, backfield stars, are on scholastic probation. Wilson scored three touchdowns against the Harvard freshmen, and was rated as a brilliant prospect. Harold Mackey, 200pound lineman, and B. R. Mudge, first string tackle, are also on the ineligible list, as is Tom Eastman, former All Illinois schoolboy center on the Lake Forest, Chicago, eleven.

R. 0. Campbell, left tackle, has been separated from college, and others to join the ineligible list are A. F. Waldenburg, guard, and R. E. Peck, end. The action of the faculty in banning these men from football, because of scholastic deficiencies, takes the entire nucleus of the 1933 football team, and will leave Head Coach Jackson Cannell with only a handful of sophomore prospects this fall to use in a campaign which calls for games with Yale and Harvard in the East and Stanford in the West. Of the entire group, only Mackey stands a chance of becoming eligible.

To offset this wholesale loss, it became known today that Bill Hoffman, captain of the freshman team two years ago, is eligible to play for the varsity this fall. He is expected to hold a first string tackle berth.

INTERCOLLEGIATE CHAMPIONSTop Row: Andres, Thompson, Mack, Rolfe, Eagan, Hollstrom, Harvey. Bottom Row: Dabrowski, Myllykangas, Barber, Picken, Capt. McDonough, Coach Tesreau, Downey, Jeremiah

TROPHIES OF A SUCCESSFUL SEASON Coach Tesreau and Supervisor of Athletics Heneage with the silverware won by Dartmouth's championship baseball team. The large cup on the left is the cup of the old Quadrangular League, which is still being played off by Dartmouth, Columbia, Cornell and Pennsylvania. The cup on the right is the one awarded to the winner of the Eastern Intercollegiate League, which was formed when Yale and Princeton were admitted to the former Quadrangular league. The small trophy is the cup which goes to the winning captain, Bart McDonough, considered one of the brainiest players in college baseball, who got his diploma in June

LAST RECORDED PICTURE OF THE DARTMOUTH NAVY Corner of a room in Wentworth Hall (wasn't it fancy in those days?) occupied by two sophomores, members of the class of 1880. Seated, Savage; standing, Dame. Besides other things (stovepipe hat rescued from a rush, boxing gloves, Indian clubs, canes) it shows the prow of a racing shell salvaged from the wreck after the collapse of the Boat House, Jan. 20, 1877, under the weight of a heavy fall of snow.