CLASS OF 1926
1926 FIFTHNOINUER
A plan for subscribing to the ALTJMNIMAGAZINE was advanced at the recent gathering of class secretaries in Hanover which merits the consideration of all impecunious young Dartmouth alumni, of whom there seem to be a goodly number in our ranks. According to this scheme it will be possible, beginning next year, to subscribe to this periodical for five years at the cost-saving sum of $7.50, or threeyear subscriptions may be taken out at $4.50. This would apply only in case the whole class, or a large percentage of the members of the class, adopted and supported the group subscription plan. It is worth thinking about between now and Commencement, and there are not many days left before reunion. The customary subscription of $2 per year would be reduced materially, and the class would be taking the forward step which, it is predicted, will be regularly taken by both graduating and reuning classes in years to come.
By the way, '26 was represented at the secretaries' meetings by Dean Chamberlin, the Secretary being confined to his office in New York. Doug Everett was also in attendance, so the average for '26 was still high, in spite of the scribe's absence.
Our own Bob Williams and Bus Heydt, two of the leading actors in Dartmouth ranks, didn't get much of a break in the MAGAZINE article on The Players last month. The omission of their names was an oversight which will be corrected, without doubt, but to make doubly sure the fact of their omniscience in the histrionic world which fondly hugs to its breast the stars of "The Trial of Mary Dugan" and "Strictly Dishonorable" is herewith recorded.
Actor Williams is now on the road. Bo-Bo writes from Detroit that "if we fold up by June 1, I'll be up for the sth." If you come, Robert, you'll find a lot of good company, according to Chairman Branton Wallace of the reunion committee.
Ben Kent breaks his silence in Milwaukee to compliment those in charge of the Alumni Fund for their talent in turning out goodlooking mailing matter, and intimates that he has been holding out in order to get more of the letters, bulletins, and what not. It might be said, Ben, that there is only one more big-time appeal to go out and everyone will get it, whether he has contributed or not. So none of you boys should hold back on that account. If anybody is holding back because he wants to hear some more from our highpowered class agents, Sid Hayward, Doug Everett, and Del Worthington, he is crazy and ought to be jailed for violation of the "More Than the Traffic Can Bear Act" or something.
George Scott, assistant secretary of the National Association of Insurance Agents, is going to be awarded a special prize of a free trip up the library tower on June 13 for his noble assistance to the three young men mentioned above. Scotty is buzzing around New York lining up the recalcitrants for the Fund. He is telling them, "If you still have the same salary, send the same contribution you gave last year. It's cheaper to live and you ought to send more. But if you have been handed a slap in the face by Mrs. Fate send $1 and get your name on the list and do your dooty. If your salary is higher this year, send more." Upon pondering over these remarks we find ourselves in full accord. Can we do less than this? Not very well, and still cheer for the Big Green next fall.
Herm Withington says, "You can easily understand why I cannot make our Fifth Reunion, much as I would like to," since he will be joined in holy matrimony soon after the week-end of June 12, when the crowd of Twentysixers and a number of consorts will convene in Hanover. Mr. Withington is a successful adjunct to the staff of the Armstrong Cork Company, Lancaster, Pa. Excuse accepted.
Bill and Mrs. Bill Fish announce the arrival of a baby girl, Barbara Blauvelt, on April 27, at 254 Martine Ave., White Plains, N. Y.
An event which cannot be reported upon accurately since it has not yet transpired, and will not for five more days, took place Wednesday evening May 20, at the Dartmouth Club in New York. Advance notices paint a very squirrelly picture of what is going to happen on the 20th. It is a "1926 Class Dinner," and by no means one of the smallest features of the occasion will be the appearance, in person, of our own inimitable "Tiny." There is also going to be "FunMovies-Beer-Food-Smokes," and a speech by Chairman Branton, which is something when you remember that John is a fullblown lawyer of a couple years, with his own office, and in addition to all of this he is heading up our capable and fast-moving reunion committee.
Well, it isn't difficult to visualize the scene. Everyone will matriculate on the third floor, and after a great deal of noise and confusion and general jollity Chairman Wallace will, with some difficulty, persuade those who are shouting, "Why don't we get together more often," to descend to the food, movies, and speaking. It will be, and was, a fine occasion. Thoughts of Hanover in June with the glow that comes from returning to a familiar old home and pumping the hands of a small host of friends are pleasant thoughts. The prospect of our first real reunion is a most pleasant one. A few days in the New Hampshire hills, on the campus changed in its outward appearance but cherished in the memory of every Dartmouth man, will help to make our own small world a more civilized place to live in.
So, we'll see you June 12. This is our swan song. The next issue of the MAGAZINE comes out in October. Good luck.
'26 LOOKING FOR BUGS In this group are several Twenty-sixers. They are: John Manser, Tiny Marsans, Bus Heydt, Gob Des Marais. Can you identify them—and the others?
