CLASS OF 1910

A much mooted question among Dartmouth men is, "How to get your son or some promising boy entered at Dartmouth."

Having heard this subject debated by worried fathers at various times, it occurred to me that our old friend Prof. Lingley might be able to throw some light on the situation. Lingley "entered Dartmouth" the same time we did—went through the throes of the "Kid Faculty" under the most excellent tutelage of a most excellent class—and survived to become acting freshman dean this year in the absence of Dean Bill. All good Tenners will recall that his popularity started when he drew a minimum amount of "wooding up" during our sophomore year.

Prof. Lingley sends a humanly interesting letter to 1910: My dear Hap: You wrote me some time ago an interesting letter in which you said, speaking of the class of 1910, "I would like to ask you to prepare for us an article warning the members against the many pitfalls which alumni should avoid in preparing their sons for Dartmouth."

There seem to be two unknown quantities in your request. In the first place, is it possible for me to foresee the "many pitfalls"; and in the second place, is it possible for you to guarantee that the members of your class will send sons to Dartmouth? I will deal with the first question and you can deal with the second.

Just by way of helping you out on your part of the matter, I might tell you that we have recently initiated the first steps in an innovation in connection with the Selective Process, and that one of the first students nominated under the new plan was the son of a member of the class of 1910.

Of course it is an uncommon pleasure for me to renew my connection with the class of 1910, for the first classes which I had at Dartmouth College were composed almost en- tirely of members of this class. I shall never forget attending as an interested, observing cub-instructor the first History I lectures. These were certainly what are sometimes called "the good old times." I remember reading some time ago in a general catalogue of the College a statement that the last fullblooded Indian to attend Dartmouth College was Charles A. Eastman of the class of 1887. I am sure that the writer of that article never attended any of those History I lectures when your class was in its sophomore year—but over that we might draw a thick veil.

When it 'comes to the requirements for admission to Dartmouth College, let me urge you and all alumni to look into the statement in the current catalogue instead of relying upon information gathered from alumni or from schoolmasters or anybody else. Not only is it possible for these people to be mistaken but as you know, the requirements for admission are modified slightly from time to time and the only unimpeachable source of information is the college catalogue.

In the current catalogue on pages 40 and 41 are given in compact form the present requirements. The statements on those pages should be carefully read and arrangements made to meet the demands of the college as set down there. One or two of these requirements cause more trouble than all the others put together. English, although taken four years, receives three units of credit, which is the common practice. "Elementary Algebra Complete" is given in some schools in a year and a half and in some schools in two years, but in either case receives two units of credit. The foreign language requirement is three years of someone foreign language, ancient or modern. An exception in regard to this requirement is made for students eligible for our Honor Certificate.

As you know, the number of applicants for admission to Dartmouth College is now something like three times as great as the number of students whom we can take. The result of this competitive situation is that the College is able to pick a class composed entirely of students who are well prepared and who have all their necessary entrance credits. It is sometimes assumed that the College has to choose between students who have excellent personal qualitites on the one hand and students who are scholars on the other. Whether this was ever true or not, it is not now the case. An applicant for admission to the College who does not have desirable personal qualities and also good scholarship is greatly handicapped in seeking admission. To put the matter in another way, the center and substance of the material which comes to us in regard to any given student's application for entrance is the record of his classroom standing in his preparatory school. I would, therefore, advise every alumnus to point out to his son and heir that the most effective propaganda for admission to the College is comprised in thorough-going scholarship while in the years of preparation.

The methods of entrance are by certificates from schools on our own approved list, honor certificate for students in the top quarter of their high school classes during the last two years, and by examination. Examination may be by College Entrance Examination Board Examinations or by New York State Regents Examinations. The present requirements are a grade of 60% or better in the former or 75% or better in the latter. A student may present a combination of certificate credits and examination credits.

All these matters are set forth in the catalogue, and I would advise every member of the class to watch those pages of the catalogue in planning his son's course in school.

You know, of course, that everybody relies on the class of 1910 to take as honorable a share in the present development of the College as it took in its undergraduate career in the affairs of the College. Meantime, let me wish you and everybody else in the class the best of good fortune and quick relief from the economic distresses which seem to oppress us all."

Tenners will do well to write Bob Conant for a copy of the catalogue. Official address Robert 0. Conant, Registrar, Hanover, N. H. Whether you have a prospective candidate for admission or not, you will enjoy reading a good part of the book.

Your Secretary had lunch with "Heinie" Barrett at the weekly Dartmouth luncheon in Detroit recently—also made up Rotary attendance with Russ Meredith in Troy. "Heinie" had his men very busy at computing profits and losses for many of Detroit's leading concerns—and Russ is gaining considerable renown as a speaker at civic organizations.

The war cry of Andy Scarlett and his assistants in raising the Alumni Fund quota is "A Check from Every Man." Those who are able should untie the purse strings—and those who are hit a bit should give something regardless of size. The small contribution that means a lot to the giver is welcome as is the larger one which must put the class over this year. Something from every man is a necessity.

Right now we are "dunking" our doughnuts and pancakes in genuine Vermont maple syrup fresh from the sugar orchards, and we don't care who knows it.

Hankus Pankus Haserot, cheer leader, manager and Pine-Appil Baron of recent, emerges from his unnatural quietude caused by lulling Hawaiian music and offers a rather distinctive contribution to news items of the day: "Paul Whitcomb, the Greek Restaurant King, is reported to have acquired a remarkable group of oil paintings, including a rare specimen of work portraying an extinct tiger." Curiosity prompts the interrogation to Mons. Haserot as to just how much difference there is between a "blind" tiger and an "extinct" one.

We have to hand it to that Twin City outfit for being the first group to ever click 100% to a class secretary. Each and every one of those loyal Tenners wrote me recently. Dr. Ken Phelps and Prof. Mike Elliott came through nicely, and will probably have lunch together in the near future. They may be joined by Prof. Noah Foss, who spent three delightful weeks with Horace and Cecilia Chadbourne at Glacier Park. Without doubt, Attorney Nick Carter and "Bard," the Lumber King, will carry through their plans to attend also. Ben of Butter and Egg fame may reach there on one of his commuting trips. A little phoning now and then in a city does wonders towards bringing an old group together again. Only one or two men are required to start it.

Leo Sherman, who is head of the chemistry department at Grinnell College in lowa, responds to a request for news and writes a highly interesting letter. After reading it you will recognize where another Tenner is doing his bit in the world.

"Life runs along without much excitement in our college circles. I am very busy all the time looking after my department—chemistry. The work has been growing the past few years. This year two boys—the highest in grades in this year's senior class—have been awarded assistantships in chemistry at Brown University. Another senior major in chemistry has been awarded a fellowship in chemistry at the Institute of Paper Chemistry at Appleton, Wis. I spend much of my time writing letters of recommendation for students—present and past. But it is a pleasure to see my students successful—in fact, that is to me the greatest joy in teaching.

I have a 1928 senior student just completing his Ph.D. in chemistry at U. of Minn.; another at Iowa; another at Wisconsin; another is working toward one at Purdue; another at University of Cincinnati; another teaching at Holy Cross College—and all these since 1928.

"I have done no published research work since I got my degree at Chicago in 1923. I have a very heavy teaching load and I spend a great deal of time in personal work with my students. I have both men and women in my department. One former senior student, a girl, is at Penn. State College taking biochemistry; another is in bio-chemistry at Neb. Medical College in Omaha; another is in St. Louis School of Medicine; etc. Two of my recent men students are with Hercules Powder Co. in charge of production and laboratory; one is with Zapon Co. in Stamford, Conn., in lacquer industry.

"I noticed recently that some of my classmates were wondering where to send their girls. Well, I suppose I ought not to root too hard for Grinnell, but we think we have just about the best college in the Mid-West. (Of course, Shaw at Beloit will like this remark!) The atmosphere of Grinnell is that of New England-—the college was established by men from New England, and the town founded by New Englanders. Our enrollment is like that of Dartmouth—nationwide—Nebraska and Illinois send us large numbers besides lowa, and we have men from Connecticut, New York, Mass., Maine, Cal., Col., Arizona, etc. In fact one of my major students is a brilliant Chinese boy. We have a Grinnell in China—in Shantung province.

"I'm sorry I have been 'tooting' too long— but you asked me to write and so I am, but whether there's anything of interest here I can't say. We have a splendid school of music here. My oldest daughter is majoring in public school of music work. She is a sophomore.

"I can't tell you how much I enjoyed the reunion last June. It was the first time I had been back in 20 years. I enjoyed meeting the families and I want to bring my family next time, if possible.

"I'm going to attend the national meeting of the American Chemistry Society in Indianapolis in April. I hope I may see some of my chemistry classmates there. I looked in vain at Atlanta last year and Columbus the year before for anyone from Dartmouth."

Tom Heneage, one time freshman extraordinary and nemesis of our immediately preceding class, shows that corpulency plus old age has not dulled the literary talent which he acquired in his early days as a Hanoverian. The historical reference to his talent is authentic, as your Secretary sat in some classes between him and "Heinie" Hobbs, whose athletic prowess brought him fame afterwards at Yale.

Read this letter—then "cheek and doublecheck" with us.

Thomas dictates: "You know, Chicago is a pretty good 1910 town and we Tenners run into each other almost daily. The fellows I see real often are Louie Williams, Don Bryant, Paul Albert, John1 Dingle, Harold Goodere, Shorty Stern, Bob Woodcock, Killie Nicol, and Russ Palmer. That's a good crowd, and I know I have left out some of the names, but I want to get this note off to you p. d. q.

"Only this morning I had a pleasant visit with Shorty Stern, and as you probably know, he is literally one of the giants of La Salle St. He is just the same modest gentleman that he was in college days, and does not look a day older. As for Killie Nicol, he retains that marvelously pleasant facial expression, and he likewise has been mighty successful. I see handsome Louie Williams on Michigan Ave., where the boys charge their batteries quite often. To me, Louie seems just the same as ever, and I understand he is the last word in contract bridge ability.

"We are all steamed up here over the annual banquet next Wednesday evening, when Prexy Hopkins will be the feature atraction. You'd be surprised at the well-deserved and marvelous reputation that gentleman has in Chicago. I myself have had several calls from non-Dartmouth people who are desirous of attending the banquet for the sole purpose of hearing Prexy talk.

"If any Tenners have sons at Lawrenceville, I wish they would look up my boy Bill. He is there preparing for Dartmouth, and I am indeed hopeful that he will make the grade. Thus far, he has given considerable evidence of inheriting some of his mother's brains, thus making it possible for him to qualify. It is a little early to talk about his athletic proclivities, but he is already distinguishing himself in that line.

"You might be interested to know that eighteen boys from Oak Park High School are now attending Dartmouth, and there are several more applying at this time. Therefore, you can see that I live in a community where the judgment of the people, as a whole, is good.

"I hope that the tombstone business is good, and that you are enjoying your usual good health, and with every good wish to all the Tenners."

As a further evidence of his non-diminishing talent—only two deletions were made— and they were not what you think they were.

Andy Scarlett and his assistants are busily engaged in trying to raise the Alumni Fund quota. It is going to be no small job, and to reach the sum allotted to the class each man will have to give his very limit.

Dick Carpenter, known as the only man who ever mimicked Eric Foster publicly and passed history afterwards, took pity on your poor secretary and wrote many lines of comfort and encouragement. Dick's letters are mighty fine—and I would like to publish this one verbatim, but he exacted a promise to the contrary. Just why he ever stopped spilling some mean ink and started emulating J. P. Morgan is an unsolved enigma. For those with short memories, your Secretary would explain that Dick played the part of "Eric-the-Red" in "If I were Dean" during sophomore year—but who could ever forget that show?

It seemed good to receive a nice letter recently from "Type" Hitchcock, who leads the life of a country gentleman at Gilbertville, Mass. "Type's" philosophy of life is very sound, and I know of more than one who envies him and a few other Tenners for being able to get away from all that is artificial in present-day existence. "Type" is raising fruit, and constantly strives to make it the best—the most perfect than can be produced. If I am ever fortunate enough to get within striking distance of Gilbertville, "Type" is going to have an opportunity to hand over a real baked apple swimming in Jersey cream. In the meantime, I will remain one of the several who envy him.

The following Tenners were present at the annual alumni dinner in Boston—Gay Gleason, Hal Sprague, Ernest Studley, "Bones" Jones, Jim Everett, Art Lord, Larry Bankart, Ed Shattuck, "Slip" Powers, Heinie Hyde, "Bunny" Armstrong, Lou Wallace, "Elsie" Jenness, Nate Sherman, Ben Hunt, and Tommy Leonard. A goodly turn-out—and one that augurs well for the Night-Before- The-Harvard-Game-AfFair next fall. The combination of the class dinner and the Harvard game is a great lure for Tenners from all over the country.

Several of the class have expressed their enjoyment in reading Rollie Reynolds' articles. Perhaps we can get other Tenners to advance their views on subjects with which they are equally familiar.

Horace Eberly, United Drug executive at St. Louis, sends greetings to all Tenners and invites them to call on him when in that section of Missouri.

Harry Wells was re-elected one of the Town Fathers at Hanover for another period of three years. We understand that Harry is largely responsible for "taking Hanover out of the old-fashioned mud" and putting in cement roads.

"Lefty" West reports "Business not so hot—but better than it was."

"Dutch" Wagner visited Chicago recently and had an enjoyable dinner and evening with Don Bryant and family.

Jim Kerley, w.k. engineer of Franklin, Pa., is a victim of the racket which is running through collegiate bodies. Last fall a smooth young fellow nicked Jim for $10, but better still let Jim tell it:

"I am enclosing check which I made out last fall to 'Beezle' Parker's supposed brother, Robert. He just dropped into the office one morning last fall and explained his predicament. Was on his way from New York to Chicago, where he was attending medical school. In passing through Oil City got mixed up in an auto accident and was fined all his available cash to insure appearance in court.

"At that point I told him I was a poor subject to hit for a loan as I had a youngster in the hospital in a serious condition. I'll say he had a good line. He surely did know names and incidents about the class.

"That's about all except that since then whenever I bring up the question of economy around the house, I am reminded how readily I give away money to strangers with a smooth tongue, etc."

Jim claims that you cannot keep the Irish down, however, and there is a spare room with good credit at the corner grocery to take care of any wandering Tenners who will be made welcome—but "don't send relatives."

At the annual dinner of the Chicago Alumni Association we find such well known names as the following among those present: Bill Taylor, Mac Kendall, Dick Hursh, Don Bryant, Harry Hunter, Tom Heneage, Billy Williams, and Russ Palmer. Understand that the dinner was a big success and that "Hoppy" showed the few invited guests why he occupies his standing in the educational world.

Harry Hunter is a commuter on Mac Kendall's railroad, the C. & N. W„ from Chicago to Geneva. Other Tenners might move out that way and help the road.

A recent letter from Lew Williams contains this paragraph, which might cause some of us Easterners to ask ourselves if we truly appreciate our proximity to Hanover and its associations:

"The following evening I was privileged as Andy Scarlett's assistant to attend a dinner for class agents at which Hoppy and Bob Strong gave an exceedingly interesting picture of the College and of the fund. Hoppy was inspiring, as he always is, at both meetings. You fellows in the East cannot realize what it means to us to have Hoppy here at rare intervals, and especially to those of us who have infrequent personal contact with the College."

George Davies takes considerable pride in the accomplishments of the group of boys rom his school—the Glenville High School— at Dartmouth, where they lead all other groups.

The class extends its tender sympathy to Bob Woodcock, whose younger boy, about 12 years of age, passed away recently as a result of complications from measles. Such a bereavement is hard to understand, especially since the lad was an outstanding youngster.

Knute Rockne's tragic passing brings rather vividly to our mind an incident of three years ago. Your Secretary was eating in a dining car en route from South Bend to Chicago, when who should be ushered to the same small table but the famous Knute Rockne. A most delightful visit followed until we reached Chicago. An easy and entertaining man to talk with—his knowledge of Dartmouth and Dartmouth men rather surprised me. He made one statement which impressed me greatly at the time, and which has lost none of its weight as time has passed. "Of all the alumni bodies with which I have come in contact, and I have met plenty of them, your Dartmouth group is the most outstanding. You are a bunch of go-getters that know how to stick together." There is a lot of food for thought in Knute Rockne's "gogetters that know how to stick together."

1910 Tebber Topics Secretary- "Hap" Hinman Barre, Vt.