CLASS OF 1925
Our mail the other morning gave us quite a nasty turn, containing as it did one of those heavy cream-colored envelopes which generally proclaim the necessity of an immediate investment in another pewter pitcher or brass candlestick, or, at the very least, the expenditure of a vast amount of effort in the proper phrasing of an R. S. V. P. With this dreary picture in mind you can imagine our delighted surprise upon opening the dread missive to come upon the following:
WE TAKE PLEASURE IN ANNOUNCING THE ADMISSION OF WHITNEY CAMPBELL TO MEMBERSHIP IN THIS FIRM TAYLOR, MILLER, BUSCH AND BOYDEN 231 South LaSalle St., Chicago
And that was that!
The Apostles of the Hills of Hanover are far from inactive in Chicago, it would appear. We hasten to assure you that it was not the last bomb outrage, or even news of the latest gangster's being taken for a ride that gave rise to our statement. To further exonerate ourselves we quote items of interest from the Alumni Association's bulletin
in that city: Horton Conrad is assisting on the entertainment committee of the annual banquet scheduled for March 11.
Neil Williams is candidate for president of the Association for the 1931-32 season, and has also been nominated for a post on the executive committee, election to be held on the aforementioned March 11. Bob Sweetser is up for nomination as treasurer at the same time.
Whit Campbell, emulating the Famous Statesman, "did not choose to run" for secretary at this time, due to the pressure of business—(not an advertisement—see notice at head of page).
The Dartmouth Musical Club concert in Chicago is scheduled for Saturday, April 4. The Boston concert is slated for Friday, March 27. More regarding each will appear in a later issue.
Word has seeped through to our editorial chamber that J. Barry Mahool, Jr., is distinguishing himself in local theatricals down Baltimore way. News of Dartmouth men from that quarter, by the way, is rare, the breed there being almost as extinct as the well-known dodo.
Milo Clapp has recently been initiated into the Proud Fathers' Club. His lavish use of superlatives marks the new heir as definite winner of the next Perfect Baby contest in Cleveland. Father Clapp, in case it has slipped your mind, is in the paint business in that city.
Paul Hexter is also a painter in Cleveland—-that is, he is with the Arco Company there; in their advertising department, we add, with our passion for detail.
Still loyal to the life work of his first choosing, Paul Nute is holding sway as office manager of the Western Union Telegraph Co. in Hartford, Conn.
Dr. Seuss—in uncivil life Ted Geisel—is still at large in New York city ("Quick, Oscar, the Flit!"). If you are looking for something riotously funny in the way of literature—and who isn't in these depressing times?—don't miss "Boners—By Those Who Made Them." It's published by the Viking Press and illustrated by Dr. Seuss. It is a collection of authentic answers to quizzes, written in deadly earnest by schoolboys in England and America, grimly insistent that an epistle is the wife of an apostle, that the Acropolis was the she-wolf that nursed Romeo and Juliet, that Polonius was a mythical sausage, and that an average is something that hens lay eggs on. You can imagine Dr. Seuss' illustrations with such a wealth of material to work on.
Bill Calvert—pardon us, DOCTOR Bill Calvert—has the well-known shingle out at No. 226 N. Park St., East Orange, N. J., and the just-as-well-known latch string at 400 N. Maple Ave. in the same flourishing metropolis.
Church Bacon is still selling real estate for the Van Sweringen outfit in Cleveland, Ohio. Illustrating his complete mastery of the salesmanship situation, we point with pardonable pride to the fact that he recently completed a deal on a house with Ellwood Fisher '21—and the text for today's scripture reading, brethren: "He was a stranger and they took him in."
Stew Edgerly reports for duty as English instructor at Syracuse University, Syracuse, N. Y.
Ben Werntz has forsaken the Hauserman Co. (steel partitions) to join forces with the National Acme Co. (automatic screw machines). At present he is augmenting their office force but expects to be out and about the selling end before long. Business with Ben must be on the up-and-up. At least he is optimistic in the midst of this general depression, for he has just purchased him a fine new home at 3622 Southerland Road, Shaker Heights, Cleveland, Ohio, which is, incidentally, about a mile from Ye Olde Homestead of Ye Bud Petrequins.
Walt Irvine commutes daily from his home on Old Wire Mill Road, Stamford, Conn., to the Sin City of the East, where he is engaged in the wholesale furniture business at 69 West 45th St.
And then there's Don Cameron, who has joined the ranks of pedagogy, and as we look from our window upon the fury of the March blizzard raging without, we pause to comment on his rare good judgment in choosing a mailing address that looks like this: "Villa Michel Therese, St. Jean, Cap Ferrat, A.M., France."
We quote at random from a surprise letter recently to hand from Andy Edson, at the American Consulate General, Tientsin, China:
"That small portion of my New England conscience which has not been eaten away by the Oriental luxury that Hollywood tells us about from time to time prods me into action. It's nearly two years since I left Harvard to enter the Service—took the written exams in June, 1929, the orals in October, and entered in November. Spent a very enjoyable winter in Washington learning the quaint ways of consuls, and arrived here (China) last spring. Monty Colladay took the same examination as I, and we were in the same group in the Foreign Service School, so we did our best to contribute something of a. Dartmouth atmosphere to the Department, in spite of being outnumbered by Harvard and Yale in that class. Monty is now in Warsaw and the proud father of twins.
"I must admit that I like the passport and visa racket—plenty of the routine incident to government work, but lots of interesting situations, particularly in China. The Consul General, spotting my middle name, made me special officer of the Consular Court and warden of the Consular Jail immediately upon arrival, and I had an initiation into the joys of extraterritoriality three weeks after coming down the gangplank. After hotfooting after our victim through the better brothels and bars of the fair city, we found him reasonably docile and not unwilling to return to the land of the free after a brief sojourn as our official guest—and I settled down to the more dignified work of baffling prospective immigrants and promoting American trade.
"Tientsin is a very pleasant post—being a treaty port with four foreign concession areas and a large British, French, and German population. The general atmosphere is more Occidental than Oriental. There are about 500 American civilians here, and 1200 American troops. Fords dodge 'rickshaws in the streets, Rudy Yallee blares forth from the phonograph shops in competition with those weird Chinese records that call to mind nothing so much as a good catfight in the basement, and there are three talkies showing American films almost exclusively. The general result is like living in Lebanon with occasional trips to Chinatown.
"The Big Fifth sounded like a success from this distance. Was glad to learn that the old artillery continued to function. How about arranging an illegitimate reunion in 1933. I'll be due for some home leave then and may be stationed in Tahiti by 1935."
The annual Boston alumni banquet was held at the Copley Plaza Saturday night, March 7, and was, perhaps, one of the most successful we have yet attended. In spite of the depression a goodly number of '25ers showed up, some of whom we have not seen or heard from for a long time. Perhaps the first we encountered was smiling Dan Harris, who is now studying at the Suffolk Law School here in Boston. And while we were discussing exams, etc., Lane Goss wandered up, having come from a class in engineering economics. This is a new science, known only to a very few, and quite the coming thing according to Lane. Someone suggested eating, and in the rush that followed Ell Waring, Wally Wallis, Line Davis, Ralph Thompson, Les King, Phil Morse, and Sam Churchill hustled by. Then we were caught in the scramble and managed to get a seat not far from Chuck MacMillan, Jim Anderson, Cy Penney, Bill Sleigh, Homer Tilton, Fred Weston, Bunny Levison, Ralph Thompson, Al Carter, and Eddie Edwards. Eddie, by the way, is doing a great job with the Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company.
At the last minute Ken Hill and Pete Haffenreffer barged in, and the party was complete.
Secretary, 67 Milk St., Boston
