CLASS of 1924
We have the information from no less an authority than the editors of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE itself that this issue has been sent gratis to every member of the class. Such a generous hint to subscribe needs perhaps no pleading from this quarter, but for those of you who are hereby introduced to the plagues and fortunes of the class of 1924 in the form of these notes, the following is promised. No less than a weak attempt will be made each month to snare a few names for publication, to report such gang warfare as may be encountered through the class seating plan at football games and other affairs, new "young 'uns", etc. The notes will by no means give you your money's worth for a subscription, but they do tie you up a little closer to things Dartmouth.
The Harvard-Yale boat races had no more than died down in this end of the country, than another riot broke out in Bristol, R. 1., a week later, when the Blodgett Bros. '24 and '25 hatched an outing at Pete Haffenreffer's Mount Hope farm. Both classes were represented by a total of some forty or fifty members. It must have started some time before noon, because when the writer and chauffeur (volunteer) Pinky Booth arrived shortly before meal time, there was only one keg behind home plate although we were told another had been on first base. The score of that morning game may be in the following notes, but whatever it is, it isn't right. Tupper was usually behind the plate or at bat. Stan Lyon was throwing a true beer floater from the box which many opponents swung at but few hit. All other positions and those intervening were filled by Ken Harvey, Luit Luitwieler, Ake Boss, Jack Jackson, Brad Hersey, Ted Learnard, Sandy McClintock, Dana Haskins, Butts Lamson, Dick Teel, Bob Morgan, Ev Baker, Ed Bailey, Walt Barnard, Fred Briscoe, Putty Blodgett, Pinky Booth, and at least four others. We hereby apologize for discrepancies among those listed. The spirit was willing but the pencil got lost.
The farm is right on the shore. Someone was swimming most of the time. After, or maybe it was before, a huge clambake plus the chowder, the above named manned one end of a rope, dug barefooted into one bank, and twice pulled '25 into the mud flats from the opposite bank. A second attempted ball game settled into a small pepper game. More concentrated attention was given to other diversions including horseshoes, but the day was a complete success. Incidentally all of that day is not lost. Pete took several feet of movies, one print of which comes into our hands.
Bob Strong, father of Elizabeth Strong, born June 19, sums up the Hanover invasion of the past three months by saying that Hookie Hagenbuckle arrived for two days, and in that time played 36 holes of golf and several sets of tennis and climbed a mountain. George Traver, true to his last October plans, and with a vacation saved from a year ago, contented himself with a daily walk to the golf course and a sunning on the clubhouse porch. Bert Perry showed up entering the new Gitsis food emporium, and Bill Eawcett had a one day vacation there.
Smoke Smith with the New Jersey Bell Telephone in Plainfield reports the acquisition of a double jointed Sealyham answering to the name of Gin Fizz and offers his (the dog's) services as mascot for the 10th. Norm Rosie, he adds, has invented a new process for cracking oil and is now trying to sell it. Charlie Amelung and Chic Stevenson are reported to still be in the telephone business round about him.
Venturing forth from a depression proof shack on the Cape, the writer discovered Russ Larcom a few weeks ago enjoying an evening of dancing. Win Sturtevant arrived at a nearby resort a few days later for a week, to rest from arduous radio engagements over WBZ at Springfield. He is playing the steel guitar and banjo on the Home Circle program and also with an orchestra for the Blair Lawn Mower Cos. Since the first of the year he has left the bond business for the Mutual Fire Insurance Cos. of Springfield.
A 1 Vincent, late of the "Second Little Show" and "The Vinegar Tree," has just signed a long contract with Paramount. All of which and no more came in Al's own hand writing from the Coast.
Herb Marks is well keyed up over two things—music and his brother. On a recent trip abroad he discovered his song (as publisher), "The Peanut Vendor," still the rage, as well as many a rumba his company has sponsored. "Ed Marks 's2," writes Herb, "is my pride and joy for making up for my abominable record in Hanover. With great conceit I boast of his being managing editor of The Dartmouth, Casque and Gauntlet, and Green Key. He keeps me in constant and fresh touch with all things Dartmouthian, and if I am late to work every morning it's because I read that little sheet through just after I get up."
It might be wise, since ye scribe feels a 24-Hour Notice coming on, to hereby acknowledge the generous receipt of questionnaires sent out last spring. They are still coming in. The response was welcome enough to break any depression. You'll find most of the replies in print very shortly.
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