CLASS OF 1928

Perhaps I'd better start by telling you about Hanover. It was sure great to be up there, and after a while with the aid of a map and occasional questions on geography I managed to find my way around fairly well. New buildings have sprouted up all over the place since only a year ago. There is a new post office on Main St., on the opposite corner from the bank. The old wooden Campus Cafe has been replaced by a large new brick building which houses a few new stores. Jim Campion, Jr., has bought out Dudley's, using one half of the old store for a continuation of Dudley's sporting goods line, and renting the other half as a flower shop. Bud's Smoke Shop has become a Frigidaire agency, maybe it's General Electric. The Sphinx Tomb burned during Easter vacation and has not yet been rebuilt—incidentally, they told me up there that the first two people to get to the fire were Bishop Dallas and Ma Smalley. Back of the Tomb is a large and very beautiful new dormitory. The Dragons are building a new tomb next to the S. A. E. House. Reed Hall is being transformed into class rooms. Rollins Chapel is eventually to be torn down and the White Church to be moved over to that site facing Reed. Concrete roads are everywhere, demonstrating the literal truth of the Nugget's name. Yes, another three years with the changes now pending will make the town hardly recognizable to us who knew Sanborn and Hubbard and South Hall. But the birds still sing, the air is still as bracing, the sun as warm and the people as genuine as ever—and by those bits of evidence we would never fail to know that we were in Hanover.

Dan Hatch is on the job and still drives his Ford like a madman. We toured the country Friday afternoon looking for a suitable spot for a class picnic in June—but we'll tell you more about that later.

Joe Tidd and John Turkevich are still instructing and Phil Sherman still follows the Big Green teams. I talked some time with John, but saw Phil and Joe only at a distance. As a matter of fact I'll have to confess that I had little time to see everyone I wanted to see, for that Saturday happened to be the day I became engaged to a particularly fine girl at some kind of party at Winchester, Mass. So I didn't remain in Hanover any longer than was legally necessary.

I have forgotten to say that all this occurred during the annual secretaries' meeting. Rupe Thompson and Os Skinner were there representing the Dartmouth Club of Newton, Mass., and the Dartmouth Club of the Lehigh Valley respectively. Os came into the office a few days before the meeting and told me that he wasn't sure how he was going to get there or whom he would represent, but he was sure enough going to be there. Both these gentlemen are looking fine and both prosperous—in these times at that.

It was a surprise to get a letter from Paul Kruming the other day, and more surprising to get it from Bombay, on the stationery of the National Export Advertising Service, Inc. I'd better give you the whole thing— don't think Paul will mind:

Dear Roy: I have intended to write this letter for some time, but the five months that I have been away from the good old U. S. A, have been pretty full of adventure and quite a bit of hard work in a warm climate. But this is Easter and everyone is at church, springtime is on its way, and all that sort of thing. It is Sunday out here and a day off, but of no vital interest to Hindus and Mohammedans.

This is just to say that I claim one distinction, and that is that I will be further away from the third reunion than any other '28er. I would be glad to hear from any customer who can argue that point, though I do read that some of the younger lads in the class of '29 are getting about. But I will be there at Hanover, more in spirit than anyone, I am sure, though it would do my heart good to see some of the fellows again.

I hang on to Dartmouth—left Grand Central with the good wishes of Ken Ballantyne '27, Oif Baehr '2B, and Art Rydstrom '29, and since then have heard or seen something of the Hanover hills at intervals. For instance crossing the continent on my way to California, I read an article by Bill Breyfogle on Oxford; in China and in the Philippines ran into Dartmouth men, and got on to Singapore to find Supe Lockwood there, and therefore enough reason to do a little talking about a rather well-known spot in the New Hampshire hills.

I do all the things that one is supposed to ■do out here—wear a topee, sleep under mosquito netting, stay out of communal riots, and do my work of trying to make advertising more forceful to the 350 millions of people who offer a mighty potential market for American goods. And with hundreds of languages existing in the country, different types of people to influence and a certain antagonism at the present time for foreign goods, they are not exactly in the right frame -of mind to eat American breakfast foods, -shave with what we feel are the best razors and shaving cream, and use antiseptics that we know are essential.

Minus the night life and amusements that one gets at home, this is an interesting enough life. I have just finished a five weeks' trip up-country, as they say, and still am taken for a tourist, until one or two words of Hindustani show that I am from India side.

Needless to say, any news in your column or otherwise will be welcome, and from now on I will attempt to be a foreign correspond-ent at intervals. How I would like to be "transferred to Hanover about the middle of June and see some of that bunch. A bit difficult. Do hope that this finds you and all the rest in the best of health.

Sincerely,

PAUL KRUMING

P. 0. Box 511,

Bombay.

And while we are over in that neck of the woods—-at least on that side of the water— here is a letter from Herb Sensenig: My dear Roy: I have neglected writing you for such a long time that I really don't know whether I dare -start putting down a few words for your benefit. But when one is busy it's aH too easy to keep postponing.

I don't know whether you know already or not- anyway lam at the Univ. of Bonn on the Rhine, and have been since some time in November. Came over late in October to study the German language a little more, with the hope of some day working up into the collegiate field. By luck, it seems, I Picked on Bonn, and am surely having a fine time here along with accomplishing a good deal of worth-while work.

But the most valuable of all the many experiences is simply living in another country. To me two years'work on production was one great eye-opener after an academic life. On top of that a year abroad is simply priceless in teaching one of men and the world. Life is pretty much of a gamble, and one has to learn to use one's head. That's just what this life is doing for me.

I speak only German. Never had any real difficulty with it since I have known it and spoken it all my life. Find my studies very interesting, also quite different from America. There isn't such a thing as a cut or an exam till you are ready for the final Ph.D. test. It is entirely up to the individual. And the whole business is freer and opener, perhaps more mature in outlook than at home. Of course, they have centuries of experience behind them.

Beyond studying I attend concerts and the theatre frequently. Students get in at half price. Think of our going to the Nugget in Hanover and paying half of what the good Hanoverian citizens do. The music is always good and the plays interesting enough. The students also have a great many get-togethers, dances, balls, social evenings, etc., which can use up the evening hours, if one has the desire. And of course, the good old bull-session.

There are about 15 Americans here, which makes it quite homelike. Besides that there are a great many foreigners, and we have a union, that is a motley of nationalities. But it has pep and keeps us entertained at least once a week.

Expect to stay here the summer semester too, after which back home looking for some activity that has a pay envelope attached. Semesters here last from late October to the end of February, and from Easter to the end of July. We have a six weeks' vacation coming soon. I'm staying by the Dartmouth tradition too. I am going to spend three or four weeks in the Austrian Tyrol, way up high, on skis. The students have places all over, give courses, etc.—and again, because they are all poor, one gets train fares, etc., at half price. They sure do treat the students well here. After the Tyrol I hope to see Vienna, Munich, etc., on my way back to Bonn.

Best regards. Through you also best greetings to the class—good old '28. Sincerely yours, HEKB SENSENIG

Rick writes that he has been transferred to Detroit from Atlanta and can now renew acquaintances. He is doing dealer appointment work, working in towns where Cadillac is not represented. He says that old man Grimes bewails the fact that he has to sell gasolene for when it costs him 5c to produce. But it doesn't seem to worry the lad much, as he has bought another refinery. Walt McKee writes Rick that he has been busy adding and subtracting Belgian francs either in the bank or over the bridge table—- mostly the latter.

Al Willey writes that he has a little misinformation that he'd like to get rid of. Concerning Harvard Law he says that Jud Moulton and Bob Hankins distinguished themselves by making the Harvard LawReview—meaning all "A's." Jud gets through this year and next year will be "secretary to some judge somewhere—and I may be wrong about that. Anyway he has a job," says Al. Bob Rockhill graduates this year, and will work for "Sugar-Daddy" Chadbourne's firm in New York. Al will be with the firm of Remington and Remington at Rochester, N.Y.

Before I put this machine away for the night I'll have to record a darn good dinner that '28-in-New York had a few weeks ago. Craw Pollock has been the moving spirit behind such affairs for some time, and this occasion saw a particularly good turnout. Those present: Charley Hazzard and Buck Serrell, the medical men, Os Skinner, Joe Smith, Chris Hackett, Johnny Cronin, Bud Weser, Pete Bennett, Elly Hall, Lou Pelletier, Dave Willard, Sonny Middlebrook, Lou Beers, Craw and myself. It was sure good to see them all again. Joe Smith says he has only put on twenty pounds, but he's positively getting rotund, especially around the chin—he looks great though. Os says that Willis Mitchell, with whom he is living, is taking some sort of training course with the Standard Oil of N. J., and right now they have him out at a gas station pumping gasolene and greasing cars. Sonny is selling factories for Joseph P. Day, and told me that he knew where I could pick up a bargain for $300,000. George Boughton is managing the Admiral Hotel at Cape May. Don Benjamin and Hammie Hammesfahr are engaged and Jack McLaughlin is married. Wes Smith is with Fleischman in Philadelphia.

A last word about this reunion. I won't tell you the program, because you'll hear about it before this gets to you, but I can tell you the names of about twenty-five who will be there sure, so you'd better give the idea plenty of consideration. Let's see— you'll get this about the first of June, about ten days before the great event. Make a couple of significant circles on your calendar and don't allow it out of your mind a minute. There'll be a place for you.

Secretary, 3416 73rd St., Jackson Heights, L. I., N. Y.