CLASS of 1928
This is going to begin without any salutation and end without any conclusion, for the Secretary has a smart cold that sneezes from a head the size of a balloon a few yards away from where it was the day before yesterdaythe eyes are in very bad shape and the neck hurts like blazes when twisted just a shade either way. A cold—we repeat-*-that is a cold. Now to the statement of names and whereabouts and then to that beckoning four-poster and a handful of quinine and aspirin.
Had lunch with Charlie Gearhart this noon. Charlie is doing agency work for the New York Life and is at present recruiting college men for Metropolitan, New York. He has a mighty interesting proposition, and it has occurred to me that if any of you gentlemen are at all interested in life insurance and are not particularly well satisfied at present you might like to talk with Charlie about it—it might help you both. At any rate, Charlie is mighty convincing, and I'll put down his address in case anyone cares to investigate: care of New York Life Ins. Cos., 16 East 42d St., New York city. Now the next thing to do is to start an employment bureau as a subsidiary to this scandal sheet. But Charlie's proposition is worth looking into.
I was mighty sorry to receive word from Larry Sleeper of the death of Loren Taylor:
"Loren passed away October 2, 1931, after several months' illness. In college lie was affiliated with Theta Chi and was president of the Debating Club. Since Commencement, he had been connected with the National Shawmut Corporation of Boston, and was a member of the University Club. Many of his friends in New York came over to attend the funeral. He is survived by his mother and sister and his fiancee, Miss Adelaide Simpson of Waban."
Although I never knew Deak very intimately at Hanover, I do know that he was particularly well liked and admired in his fraternity and in his own group of friends.
Willis Mitchell and Scott Elliott are at the University of North Carolina. Willis is taking special pre-medical work, and John is working for his Ph.D. in English, having received his M.A. in the same subject there last year. They are living at the Graduate Club, Chapel Hill, N. C. Roy Myers is studying at Johns Hopkins, and on the side is publishing a book of French poems by a Parisian friend of his named Oliver. Os Skinner and his wife are living at 10 Park Ave., just around the corner from the Dartmouth Club, and would like to see any Twenty-eighters who come to New York.
A letter from Hammie Ilammesfahr gives us the following information:
"I was just looking over the October issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, and find that you have me out here not knowing much of what I am doing. I was married last June (Gratia Armstrong), the thirteenth to be exact, with 'Monk' Davenport as head usher and Bud Osborn and Hoyt Thompson as ushers. Following the wedding we took a honeymoon trip across the continent, landing us here about the first of July, to take over the editorship of a business paper, the WesternHotel Reporter.
"Since landing here I have seen Ted Baehr, who, as you know, is out here under the name of Robert Allen, both in the movies and on the stage. We saw him in "The Greeks Had A Word for It," and he was very good.
"Working in the same building as I am are the honorable Bruguiere and Bill Nigh. This evening Rollie Howes is dropping around for dinner, and I shall probably see "Slim" Bauman '25 over the week-end.
"The Dartmouth Club of Northern California is an one, having its weekly meetings each Monday at the Elks Club.
"We are all going into a huddle for the Yale, Harvard, and Stanford games, and see if we can get some of the spirit of Hanover at some 3300 miles distance.
"I am enjoying the Coast very much, and everyone has been splendid to me."
The following tidbits we gather from Bud Ranny:
"Larry Miter is in Russia. He went there this fall to join his father, who is connected with the Austin Cos., the concern building the new city of Austingrad for the Soviet government. Wat Dickerman concludes his two years as English teacher at the American University, Beirut, Syria, this coming spring, and will return to the United States to take the government diplomatic service examinations. Clint Goodwin this fall passed the Ohio bar examinations and now is a struggling young lawyer. The rumor is that Al Clarke, now selling insurance in Berlin, N. H., is about to be married. Ed Sawyer popped into Cleveland the other night to take up permanent residence. He is connected with the A. & P. Co., and was formerly stationed in Boston. He is an expert on fish. You never know when you're going to run into these boys from '2B. Indeed, 't is a small world. Here's an example: Early this fall I was one of the many reporters at the National Air Races in Cleveland. The second day of the races I saw a chap with a familiar-looking face talking to Amelia Earhart. Somehow I couldn't place him, but knew for certain that we'd met before. Not until two days later did I get a chance to approach him. I was out on the field waiting for Jimmy Doolittle to land after his record-breaking coast-tocoast flight. It was raining like, well, it was raining pretty hard, and the field was plenty muddy. Splashing along, his hat pulled down over his eyes, was the reporter I'd noticed previously.
" 'Howdy,' said I, sort of off-hand like.
"'Hello there,' he replied, appearing surprised.
"We stood looking at each other for a moment as the rain dribbled down our faces. Then, somehow or other, Dartmouth College associated itself in my mind with the reporter in question.
" 'You didn't happen to go East to college?' I asked. "I wondered, because I think I've seen you before some place. I went to Dartmouth.'
" 'Well,' he replied, 'I went to Dartmouth too.'
" 'You weren't in the class of '28 were you?' I asked.
" 'Sure was,' he said.
"And I'll be hanged if it wasn't Ed Lockett, Phi Psi! He is a feature writer for International News Service, and at the time of the Air Races had just returned from an air trip over the Mississippi valley with Secretary of War Hurley.
"Much has happened in my own small world since those Air Races. I have checked out of the newspaper game, after three years of murders, disasters, interviews, celebrations, conventions, robberies, fights, etc., and have taken a job with The Bystander, a local magazine. I am now trying to learn the tricks of magazine writing and editing, not quite as hectic as the newspaper profession, but so far just as interesting."
As a few more items of interest: Don Reilly is in the Airplane Division of the Ford Motor Company in Dearborn, Mich., acting as airplane inspector. Al Kitts is an interne in the Presbyterian Hospital in Philadelphia. Rem Kinne is a stock taker in the A. & P. Tea Cos. of Boston. Roger Sundean writes that he is connected with the DeCoppett arid Doremus Company, brokerage firm, of New York. Bob Clark is doing a bit of advertising with the Strathmore Paper Co. in West Springfield, Mass. Art Perkins is a landscape architect with Arthur A. Shurcliff of Boston.
Secretary, 357 Fourth Ave., New York
