CLASS of 1914
One of the joys of living in New England is the ease that we have in getting back to Hanover on one pretext or another. My first trip of the year was the occasion of the Norwich game. And of course there was the usual group of loyal sons on hand.
Mart and Kathleen Remsen concluded a motor trip through Rochester, Niagara Falls, various points in Canada and Vermont, with a visit to Hanover. Most bridegrooms head immediately for Niagara Falls, but Mart held off for three years.
Red Howes was there, all the way from Holyoke.
And of course Walt and Constance Humphrey had to come over from their camp in Lake George to see that brother Bill Morton opened the season successfully. Walt is busily engaged in completing a new home for the Humphrey brood in New Rochelle, and we were sorry that we couldn't take in the house warming that he planned.
We couldn't leave town without the usual visit with Long John Piane. The Co-Op seemed so flourishing that we had to take out a membership and get the discount available to all members. We commend the same course to other Eourteeners who feel the need of economy.
By now you have all received the little circular that recently went out from the Bursar's office regarding the commemorative plates depicting the College past and present. In case you don't already know about it, Ed Leech is responsible not only for the idea of getting up such a series of plates but also for their manufacture. Ed has charge of that department with Jones, McDuffee, and Stratton of Boston. He has given most generously of his time and experience to the Dartmouth edition. I have seen the various pieces as they have come through from England, and can heartily recommend the purchase of a set by every member of the class.
Ernie Kimball has been seriously ill this past month as a result of an infection that localized in the arm, necessitating a rather serious operation. He is up and around now, although he has not regained full use of the affected arm. We all wish him a speedy and complete recovery.
Roger Rice reports that Spruce Lodge, where many of us spent a most enjoyable week-end three years ago, burned to the ground last winter and has not been rebuilt. Roger tried earnestly to interest some outside capital in the project of rebuilding, but present business conditions made a postponement of this seem advisable. In spite of everything Roger reports that he and Louise had a most enjoyable summer.
Count LeCount reports that he is connected with the National City Bank of New York in the Ear Eastern Division.
Henry Koelsch is back in dear old Lunnon as minion of the same financial giant, and sends in the following as his address: 36 Bishopgate, London, E. C. 2.
Red Ramage attended the National Pro Golf tournament at Providence, and got himself considerable publicity by having himself paged through the gallery following Billie Burke.
It is almost impossible to pick up a newspaper and read about international affairs without finding this bird Marriner mentioned somewhere. We quote from a front page account in a recent issue of the New York Times:
"The presentation of President Hoover's official invitation text, which was cabled to Ambassador Edge several days ago, was the occasion this afternoon for a significant ceremony at the Premier's private office at the Ministry of the Interior. Accompanied by J. Theodore Marriner, counselor of the embassy, and Robert Thompson Pell, special attache, both of whom were assistants to Mr. Edge during the Hoover moratorium negotiations, the American ambassador motored to the Ministry of the Interior to present the Presidential invitation."
As we have said many times in the past, our hats are off to Ted Marriner, who has plugged along in public service for many years and has reached the top of his profession while many of us are still wondering whether we are in the right jobs.
Parker Margeson has moved to Milwaukee, as we stated in the last issue. What we did not know then was that the move was very much in the nature of a step up for Marge, as we are told he is general sales manager of Phoenix Hosiery, which is an outfit that those of us who read the advertisements in the papers are familiar with.
Marge was in Philadelphia recently and bumped into the president of the local alumni association in the person of Red Davidson. Red has made a good job of it, keeping the alumni weekly meetings going throughout the summer, a feat that no predecessor was ever able to accomplish. Red has his scaffolds all over the city where building is in progress.
Bob Hopkins is working his way back toward Boston. He reports he has moved from South Orange, N. J., to Noroton, Conn. Business in connection with that sophisticated magazine, the New Yorker, brings Bob to Boston about once every six weeks, but we don't see him as often as we would like.
Bino Knight reports that life with him is all scandal and depression. We were always under the impression that gentlemen of the cloth winked at the former and never heard of the latter. How about it, Bino?
Red Loudon reports that the depression doesn't mean a thing to him. He has a new three-months-old daughter that keeps him so busy and his home so full of happiness that he hasn't time to think of anything else. It may be a little late, but we wish to announce that this little parcel of news has given me the biggest kick of the whole lot because I know what it means to Red. Our best to the young lady and her mother.
A bright-eyed and sharp-eared roving reporter recently visiting Geneva, N. Y., reports seeing Brownie Brownell in company with a most attractive young lady known as Ruth and that a wedding was imminent. In fact the date had been set for September 15, so we presume that Brownie is now safely married to the charming lady. Brownie is in charge of wholesale distribution of the products of the Sinclair Refining Co.
Dud Colby sent in his class dues and gives Minneapolis as his address. The last we heard from Dud he was out Denver way, so we think there is an explanation due us and probably an alibi for not having kept us better informed as to his doings. Come clean, Dud, shed the dirt.
Hod Potter writes from Augusta, Me., where he is a civil engineer in the employ of the state, that he thinks he can grace a few football games with his presence this fall. We certainly hope so, for we haven't seen a great deal of him in the past two years, since he and Rudy Vallee marched through the streets of Boston at the Legion Convention. Please note the following announcements:
The class will hold its usual pre-Harvardgame meeting and dinner at the Parker House in Boston. We have gathered for the past few years in this historic hostelry, and from all indications will continue to do so for some time to come, because we can get a real good meal at a reasonable price and have a good place to sit down and have a fanning fest. Any out-of-towners who are in town for that game will find a warm welcome awaiting them.
Another feature on this fall's program which will mean that we get together again will be the Stanford game. Present plans calls for class headquarters at the University Club. Unless you receive notice to the contrary look for us there on Friday afternoon and Saturday morning.
We recommend that you attend the Stanford game, not only because of its interseetional tinge but particularly for the feature program that the Boston alumni are planning for that occasion.
Secretary, c/o Equitable Life Assur. Soc. 100 Milk St., Boston
