Notes of 1916's Reunion

Balmacaan's Fifteenth started officially with a reception given by the Bob Steinerts in their room in Middle Fayerweather, on Friday the twelfth, at four seventeen, Hanover time. The following were present at the reception or arrived to check in later:

Freddie St. George Smith, Perc. Burnham, John Curtin (all three still bachelors), Jess. Fenno, Jake Mensel, Ed. Knight (from the mountains of West Virginia), Rod Soule, with Duffy (Phil) Lewis, Art. Fiske, Senator George, Bones Joy with his union suit, Jack McAuliff the Story-teller, Pinkie Fuller, Shriek Baker, the Bailey-Mott-Phinney expedition, Jim Colton, Honey Abraham, Ros. Magill, Gus Emery, Herb. Stiegler, Ed Kiley, Bob Brown, Jim Coffin, Songman McQueston of Chi Phi fame, Father Bill Gaylord, Herb. Dingwall, Reg. Gough, Andy McClary and the Harvey twins. Much to the joy of Baker, Smith, Burnham and the others named above those listed below brought their wives with them:

Pewee Marble, Judge Spelke, Charles Brundage, Sterling Wilson, Gil Tapley, Frank Bobst, Johnnie Pell, Bill Williams, Jack McEndy, Ed. Craven, Ernie Cutler, Chandler Green, Ig. Eigner, Chuck Dudley, Cliff Bean, Phil Stamatiades, Chick Clarke, Bob Burlen, John Butler, Rod. Wyman, Alex Jardine, Dick Parkhurst, Dick Ellis, Abe Lincoln, Hog. Evans, Ray DeVoe, Mil Streeter, Joe Carlton, Tog Upham, Max Bernkopf, John Stearns, J. Gile, and Pike Larmon.

After the ice was broken and everyone had met all the wives and talked over the last nineteen years we went over to the Wigwam for a bite to eat. Costumes—Green sweaters and hats for the men and green jackets,white berets for the women—were then procured and the class dance at the Trophy Room took up several hours until it was time to hurry back to the dormitory for an hum which lasted—with visits to, and visitations from, other reuning classes—until it was time to go to the baseball game, scheduled on the Campus at ten o'clock Saturday.

That morning, some overslept, others played golf while the rest of the class gathered here, there, and in Ed. Knight's room for old-fashioned Balmacaan bullfights. Saturday night they wouldn't allow us men to attend the theatrical production by the Dartmouth Players in Webster Hall so we had to go to a class dinner in the Commons. The food was fine and the singing of the old songs great. Cliff Bean presided and read a telegram from Jack English from the court. Jack requested that "Mary Anne McCarty" be sung, spoke of his fifth child being born last week and demanded could any other sixteener boast of five. Bill Gaylord rose and announced that lie had four sons and four daughters.

The dinner was not spoiled by a lot of long-winded speeches. On the other hand the only good feature of the impromptu speeches (they were given by Mensel, Spelke and Knight) was their brevity (although Ed. Knight's speech might have been long had not someone struck up the Dartmouth Song in the middle of Ed's story. When in Rome be a Roman candle. When the Dartmouth Song is finished, so's the party).

Sunday was the big day. Breakfast and then a nine-thirty class picture taken in front of Dartmouth Hall. The same Dartmouth Hall steps, the same cameras and the same photographers (not Woodman—the other ones) working hard for half an hour to get two fiftieth-of-a-second snaps. Then we went up to Fairlee and Lake Morey. There the women hopped into their splash suits and the lake and we gathered in the shade near the shore to watch the two noisy outboards tear back and forth while we held our class meeting.

Cliff Bean presided and Perc. Burnham read his treasurer's report. Perc. has done a great piece of work with his thank1 „ss job and we're having the executive committee select and present him a suitable token of the class's appreciation. As recommended by the nominating committee the following were unanimously elected for the coming five years. President, Granville Fuller; Secretary, Johnnie Pelletier; Treasurer, Bob Brown; Executive Committee, the above and Cliff Bean and Perc. Burnham; Class Agent, Rog. Evans.

Cliff then read from the last ALUMNI MAGAZINE regarding the christening at the Detroit Boat Club of a shell in memory of Chick Pudrith and spoke of the others in our long list of war dead. Sixteen has a record to be proud of.

The Alumni Fund was spoken of and it was voted that the annual dues be kept at four dollars and that the men who pay be given a subscription to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE,

Cheers were given for the other retiring officers for their wonderful work and we joined the ladies for a picnic dinner where Granville Fuller presided, assisted by Dynamite Wyman. Then we had ball games, bridge games, golf, tennis, swimming, at al., at that beautiful spot for the rest of the afternoon.

That night came the vaudeville with nineteen eleven at the Nugget Theater. The best performances we've ever had were put on by Bob and Peggy Burlen with two numbers each; Austin Keough, "O'Grady's Goat"; Lew Patridge, original poetry; and Jack Crooks, "The Tatooed Lady." In addition, there were six reels of unreleased film. A great show.

Some accepted twenty-one's invitation to their midnight dance and others gathered in various rooms for more singing and more discussion of numerous reunion problems until it was very early on Monday morning with its Boston College baseball game. But I left on Monday without seeing the game and without going to the Alumni Luncheon and before the class left for the post-reunion vacation at Lake Morey.

For eight years I have asked you for money for the Alumni Fund and news for this MAGAZINE. One final request: Help Johnnie Pelletier and Hog. Evans during the next five years. They are working for you and for Dartmouth.

REUNION DIRECTORS