CLASS OF 1923

ALL "ftfE NEWS THAT'S UNFIT TO;PRINT

One advantage your servant enjoys accruing from his residence so far away from the main body of Twenty-three partisans has appeared within the week. To wit, comparative immunity from chidings at the hands of those readers who look in vain for news of the class when I have fallen down on the job. At such times I sit and think about Herrick Brown, praiseworthy secretary of a less notable class, 1921, who, they tell me, has never missed an issue. Your attention is directed to his column in every issue, and particularly in such issues as your servant misses. I doubt if there ever has been a secretary who received more co-operation from his class and merited it less than your servant. But—enough of this lament. To horse!

ENTERTAINING ESSAY FROM PEN OF PORTLAND'S SAGE

Dear Metz: I was able after several years of hard Prom work to finally sign up Audrey Purves of Cincinnati as my slave and banker. As we were slow in moving away from the church steps, we had a very beautiful daughter born exactly nine months from the loss of the honeymoon cash. Age of first daughter is now almost six years, and her beauty is fading as all first-borns are likely to. It might be well to mention that we were married on March 1, 1924. On September 11, 1928, we achieved another daughter, heavier. Name of first, Marjorie, name of second, Pamelia. We are in line (I say this advisedly) for a boy maybe. Do any of the class live near a fire house? I would like to get in touch with same if possible, as recipes are fast waning in the line of boys around Maine.

My Dad and myself are owners of a small lumber and millwork enterprise, named McDonald Manufacturing Co., in Portland, Maine. Last year, a banking institution here, by name, Casco Mercantile Trust Co., thinking they needed a good chair duster for their board, appropriated my services in that line, thereby giving me a little better line of credit for purposes named in the above paragraph. I go under the nickname of treasurer, which is meaningless except for Community Chest drives, when I pare down the assessment very handily.

I expect to wither and die off in Maine. My work is most interesting to no one but myself, and Maine being a lumbering state, I hope we have no forest fires. Each winter for the past three, I have had the pleasure and interesting experience of traveling to the West Coast to buy what pine we use from California and Oregon. They have very fine Moonshine out there.

I but very rarely run across other members of our class visiting or doing business in Maine. Last winter Bob Meredith pushed me around Los Angeles and Hollywood in his own inimitable style. I hear he has finally signed up the gal he had a steaming telephone scrap with when I was there in March. Winter before, had a nice visit with Joe Houston in Denver, and saw Sally Reeder, his ball and chain, and also his very attractive daughter.

Kel Mairs is in the insurance business around these diggings and runs in occasionally. Spent a week-end with Ralph Duffy at Cape Cod and had a great time. I also run into other '23 boys once in a while in and around Boston, where my business sometimes takes me.

My kindest regards to yourself, Metz. Yours, PHIL DEERING

VARIEGATED LOVE (IN THE OIL FIELDS)

Dear Truman: Received your questionnaire a few days ago and thought I would drop you a few lines in response. There are only four or five of us here that attended Dartmouth, and only one other here of the class of '23, Walden Bassett. Walden and I used to hear from Len Marshall quite often, and through him we kind of kept up with the rest of the bunch. But since Len broke down and yielded to the lure of matrimony he apparently has no time for correspondence.

Last fall Walden and I arranged for a private wire on the Dartmouth-Yale game, and managed to dig up ten Dartmouth and Yale alumni to throw a luncheon with us at that time and get the direct reports of the game.

Walden-is a confirmed bachelor, but in spite of the handicap is going strong as a public accountant, county commissioner, sampler of grain and fruit beverages, and variegated lover. The last two occupations require most of his time.

After leaving college I flunkied around in a bank for a while, bought and sold live stock in West Texas, Colorado, and Oklahoma, and finally starved down to the wholesale oil business. We are also operating a small refinery here in Roswell. If you are in touch with the oil business you know that for the past year the refinery business has had damn hard sledding.

I quit the wild bunch two years ago last July and married Geraldine Ogle of Roswell. We have one girl thirteen months old with no other prospects at present. I would like to extend an invitation to any of the boys that wander off down in this part of the country to be sure and drop in on us.

Best regards to yourself and the bunch, S. P. JOHNSON, JR.

J ohnson-Lodewick, Inc.,Roswell, New Mexico

GRAND HOTEL

Dear Truman

I know you must be having a lot of fun keeping in touch with all the members of our large class. You deserve a great deal of credit for the splendid job you are doing.

We closed the Waumbek at Jefferson and the Ravine House at Randolph after a most successful season. This summer I had the pleasure of entertaining here George Cook and Phil Wagner and their wives. I should love to see a lot more of '23 and their families when on their vacations. If you come East in the summertime, be sure and head for Jefferson and I will try and make things interesting for you here. Our golf course is just a wee bit harder than the one in Hanover.

Next week I shall start on my vacation through Northern Quebec and then try to make a few of the football games. My winter connection will be the same as last year, "Associate Manager, Soreno Hotel, St. Petersburg, Florida."

I shall be very happy to contribute toward a '23 newspaper. With my best wishes,

Sincerely yours, MARK WHITMAN

ALL THE DOPE ON BABE MINER Dear Metz:

I have very little new to report to you in my annual liberation from obscurity.

At present I'm not married and at present I have no prospects. Within the past year my two college- roommates have let it be known to me that they have left the rose bed of bachelorhood for better or for worse—Walt Jones was the first to make the move, and then on August 9 of last year Chick Bundy decided he needed someone to be near him in the evenings to massage his bald pate and count the new fuzz as it appeared.

I have been practicing medicine for one year now. We seem to work hard, but the business depression has ruined the income of the patients. Collectors who don't want 95% may apply at the office any time day or night.

At present I have been appointed assistant attending surgeon at King's County Hospital, which manages to keep me out of mischief seven days and seven nights of each week. The customers at the county sure like their firewater. In addition I am on the surgical staff of the Brooklyn Hospital and the Caledonian Hospital, all in Brooklyn. I am doing general practice with a leaning towards surgery.

For pleasure I do very little. The young struggling physician hasn't the means nor opportunity to get away from the office phone. My vacation this year consisted of a two days' pilgrimage to Pittsburgh to visit a friend. Nothing more for publication on that subject.

Haven't been to Hanover in over a year, and I miss seeing the town again, for this is the first year since we started in at Hanover in 1919 that I haven't been back at some time or other. There certainly is something about this Dartmouth spirit that holds one and sends him back to Hanover when the opportunities arrive. Speaking of unity among Dartmouth men and their spirit, I found out by chance a few weeks ago that my assistant chief surgeon at one of the hospitals here in town was a Dartmouth man, year 'Ol. So I went up to him one day before the Bates game and said, "How about a Wah-hoo-wah for Dartmouth?" He stopped suddenly and asked me if I was from Dartmouth, and then said, "Have I done anything wrong to you since you've been at this hospital?" Since then we go off in a corner by ourselves and talk over Hanover and football.

I would gladly give a portion of one office call for a '23 newspaper anytime. Let me know and the one dollar will be forthcoming. I don't get a chance to see many of the '23 boys here in town. The phone is the best method I've got just now. Can be found at 645 Ocean Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y.

Well Metz, this will let you know that I'm still in the land of the living. If there is anything I can do for Dartmouth and '23 I'll be only too glad to do it. Best of luck.

Yours in '23, BABE

ALL THE CLEVELAND NEWS

Dear Metz: Glad to receive your questionnaire because it means we will soon have a column or two in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. Answering your questions as listed: 1. Am still single and prospects of remaining so seem very good. 2. Worked for 11/2 years after graduation for the Chisholm-Moore Mfg. Co., Cleveland.

3. A. For the last years have been with the Electric Vacuum Cleaner Co., Cleveland, makers of Premier Electric Vacuum Cleaners. (Any Twenty-threer about to set up housekeeping please write for literature—adv't.) Have the title of assistant to the sales manager.

B. Golfing in the summer, squash in the winter, etc., etc.

4. Expect to go abroad next summer, my first trip, a combined business and pleasure trip.

5. I see Ray Barker frequently. About two months ago he became the proud father of Raymond Martin Barker, Jr. Ray works for S. Barker's Sons Co., fine stationers, etc. Ray is secretary of the Dartmouth Club of Cleveland, the writer is treasurer.

Heinie Bourne—married—holds the job of space buyer for Griswold-Eshlemann Co., advertising agency.

Ed Stocker is a lawyer with the firm of Thompson, Hine, and Flory. Ed is still single, or was the last time seen.

Charlie Bishop is single. He operates the Bishop Products Co., manufacturers of automobile curtains and curtain rods. Is known as one of the big rod and socket men of Cleveland.

6. Have been in Hanover but once since graduation. The Big Fifth, in 1928. Was much impressed with the new library and the other additions to the physical plant.

7. Tell Ed Laventall that the next time I am in Schenectady, which happens every three or four months, I hope to run over to Albany to say "Hello." I heard from Spike Hamilton early in the summer. Please tell him I will answer his good letter soon.

8. My only suggestion to you would be more news in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.

9. You bet I will pay one buck for a class paper. When will it be published? If you ever come to Cleveland be sure to let me know.

Very truly yours, VIC CANNON

SS3S Harcourt Drive,Cleveland, Ohio

JACK BOOTH, M.D., STAGING A BATTLE

Dear Metz: There are various ways of handling the subject of tuberculosis—i.e., when you yourself have the disease. Either try to bluff it out by making people believe you are away for a nervous breakdown, or come right out with it and tell 'em you have T. B. and that there are lots worse diseases. So I prefer to do it the latter way. Hence, there is nothing confidential about what I have to say.

Shortly after I last wrote, namely in May, 1929, Jim Hennessy and I both were told that it would be a pretty good idea if we took a little vacation of a year or so. So having roomed together for four years in medical school we decided to cure T. B. together and consequently landed in Trudeau Sanatorium on almost the same day. Neither of us was very badly hit, so neither of us was a strict bed patient at any time. Jim stayed about four months and then came over here to this Sanatorium as a member of the staff, where I joined him two months later. During my last two months at Trudeau I had the company of George Crump as porch mate. He has subsequently become a member of the Trudeau staff and is there now. Then Jim had to get married and decided it was about time to start learning how to support a wife, and has consequently hung out a shingle at 135 West Main St., Waterbury, Conn., and writes that he sees quite a bit of the '23 boys there, including Erankie Smith and Johnny Moore. Reports were drifting about that Jim had passed to the great beyond, a victim of this disease, but it is very far from true, and anyone caring for expert medical advice surgically or "tuberculously" speaking will find Jim hale and hearty at his office. . . .

So far this letter sounds like a clinical history, but I'm nearly through. In April of this year I caught it in the neck, figuratively and literally, and developed T. B. glands of the neck, which decided me to put in another year at it. However, working four hours a day makes life interesting, so there are compensations in being a medical man in this particular disease.

A party of us drove over to Hanover this summer and again marveled at the extensive building that is going on. Saw Joe Pollard while there.

To answer a few of your questions. I am still one of the few bachelors and have no children. I should be glad to contribute $1.00 or more for a '23 newspaper.

Sincerely always, JACK BOOTHLake Kushaqua, N. Y.

A FLASH FROM GOD'S COUNTRY Dear Truman:

Was rather glad to receive your questionnaire in spite of it being an "assignment" to try to get me to come across with a little dope. I am at present attending a business college in San Diego.

Rockwood '79 of Chicago (father of George Rockwood '24) is here at La Jolla for several months. I understand a Dartmouth man named Stimson is here also. I must get in touch with Los Angeles Association and see if there aren't some younger Dartmouth men in San Diego or La Jolla (suburb of San Diego).

Last college football game I have seen is the Dartmouth-Chicago game in which Oberlander and Company did wonders.

I sure used to enjoy the games. Haven't seen a single college game in recent years. I don't think there is any part of this letter you could broadcast—even if you cared to, but I thought I'd write you inasmuch as I'm glad to hear from you Metz, old man.

TOMMY CHAMBERS

General Delivery,La Jolla, Cal.

SAM WHITE VENTS HIS SPLEEN

Dear Metz: Your last request for information concerning my whereabouts and activities (also reminder that the ALUMNI MAGAZINE only comes when $2.00 has been sent to Hanover) has finally aroused me to action. Rube Winchester has certainly given me plenty of incentive by his repeated wise-cracks about my telephone calls and visits to the "Windy City." It certainly would give me much satisfaction to be in a position to retaliate, but as he is a married man burdened with family cares, I shall let him off easily by simply saying he is lucky to have a wife who is willing to look after him so scrupulously, otherwise he would be seriously handicapped. Here goes for an account of my do- ings.

I am living on Staten Island in an apartment with two Yale men and a fellow from Carnegie Tech. The investment department of the United States Trust Co., 45 Wall St., retains my valuable services for the purpose of assisting in the investment of trust funds. I went with the company in March, 1929, after merger plans of the Guaranty Trust with the National Bank of Commerce had been announced. It now seems to have been a wise choice, as the merger seems to be a submerger for the "Commerce" men, many of whom are now pounding the streets looking for a job. I had been with "Commerce" for five years in the credit department, prior to which I boiled soap with Gus Meleney at Procter and Gamble, where we both went upon graduating from college.

Gus is now with Ingersoll Rand in Washington, D. C. By the way, you have probably heard that Brooks Palmer married Julie Meseroll of New York city. John Read, the only other bachelor outside of Bob Smith and myself in our fraternity delegation, was one of the ushers. John pulled a fast one on me after the wedding and slipped off with one of the bridesmaids. So watch out for news about him in the near future.

Hanover looked fine last June when I dropped in town for a few days and succeeded in cracking up my car on the way out of town two miles down the "June" road. Jeff Tesreau pulled me out and commented that he was much disappointed not to find anyone hurt. "Any man who steered between the post and tree," which I did, he said "certainly performed a miracle." Best regards,

SAM WHITE

100 Stuyvesant Place,St. George Court Apts.,St. George, Staten Island, N. Y.

Announcement of the marriage of Dr. Augustus William Bartlett, Jr., to Lucille Chaffin on October 11, 1930. They are now living at the Elaine Apartments in Salt Lake City.

Announcement of the marriage of Charles Gardner Akin, Jr., to Amantha Ashley Arnold on September 15, 1930. He is now located at 52 Arnold St., New Bedford, Mass.

ECONOMIC NOTES

If, as Rome G. Stephenson, president of the American Bankers Association, maintains, the one factor of the drop in the price of silver of 47% since the peak of 1929 has reduced the purchasing power, of 25% of the world's population by 47%, apparently this country will soon be more in need of a nickel than a nickel cigar.

AN OPEN LETTER TO FRANK HORAN

Perhaps if you would serve your own constituency better your Cincinnati adherents would not desert your fold. Or perhaps you are not to blame. Mr. Kopf may be a social climber.

And now, dear children, don't forget June, 1935, your margin account, your New Year's resolutions, your bridal vows. But especially, June, 1933.

Secretary, 328 North Sheridan Road, Highland Park, Ill.

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