CLASS OF 1910
Thanks to some of those loyal Tenners in Worcester, we were privileged to see a clipping from the Worcester Gazette stating that no less a personage than George Underwood, Gardner insurancer of note, has been elected a vice-president of the Insurance Association of America. George is also president of the Worcester North Board of Fire Underwriters. We extend the congratulations of the class to George, although we ought not to after he cut the Stanford dinner.
Art Allen—like many other Tenners scattered throughout America—is becoming a staid Town Daddy, having been elected recently to the office of finance commissioner in Norwood—some office for a lad who matriculated at Dartmouth with $2 left in his pocket after paying the first college installments and no knowledge of how he was to earn more. Art and his fine wife rank high in the esteem of the class. He is sore at the MacPherson clan of Framingham. It seems that the latter high school trimmed up Art's high school hockey club—largely because Bob MacPherson "had a field day."
We had a great visit with Jim and Bob at Hanover during the week-end of Washington's Birthday when they were looking over the ground preparatory to Bob's entering college this fall. Dartmouth will get a real boy in him.
Old Man Gibson, Vermont quarry magnate, serves his town of Ryegate as selectman and dog catcher while Clarence McLam is the town clerk. If there were any more Tenners in Ryegate, the other citizens would not stand much of any show. "Gib" learned that your Secretary had a rather unusual fishing trip this winter when he and a couple of other men caught several splendid poundand-a-half speckled trout fishing through the ice at a private club—and made valuable (?) suggestions on how to catch more.
When Ray Sheets visited his freshman son, Roger, at Hanover last fall, he got a great kick (in private) with the lad's attitude toward girls at large from the viewpoint of a Dartmouth man. Roger allowed: "When a Dartmouth man comes to town, the girls drop everything and everybody because they know that a Dartmouth man is so full of pep that he is ready to play night and day until he goes back to the hills." We just have an idea that Ray is one of those understanding fathers who lives with his boys and knows them thoroughly—as they know him in the closest of companionship.
"Cap" Hedges sends his greetings to Tenners in a fine letter. Our good friend, Nat Burleigh, who is one of Dartmouth's best class secretaries and is ever active in the welfare of his class, has kept us informed about the football activities of Dave Hedges. "Cap" has three other sons who are headed for Dartmouth—is very keen about the College—is active in Boy Scout work—and is doing a real job as a father. The class of 1910 lost a good man in "Cap"—and what we lost, 1911 gained—but that is a class which we all have to regard highly; it has built and maintained a class organization with unusual success over a period of years.
Prof. Andrew J. Scarlett now rolls up his sleeves and serves notice on Tenners, where'er they hang out, that the Alumni Fund campaign is on, and when that guy does that little trick, you can look for action—he could get money out of the Old Pine stump at Hanover, he has one nice, tough job in this year of 1932, A.D., but here's bettin' on him. He has drafted Barrister Gay Gleason to help him in Boston—Tire-ist Percy Nourse in Worcester—your Secretary, somewhere Legal-Minded Ray Seymour for New York Jurist Dave Johnson at Cleveland—Chemist Harry Mitchell in Pennsylvania—Billy Williams, advertising expert, for the Windy City —100% Guy Spokesfield for the West Coast —Larry Bankart, Doc Foster, Russ Meredith, and Nick Carter will help from the sidelines—each sub-agent will have his own town and several thousand miles of adjacent acre-age—no 12-mile limit—those who have can give, Give, GIVE—and then GIVE some more. Prof. Andy will bulletin the gang from time to time.
Termers are just as crazy as they were 25 years ago. Jim Porter, Phil Forristall, Pres. Pineo, and Clarke Tobin played golf on March 6 and got caught in that w.k. blizzard —the clubs became hunks of ice—the balls grew into snowballs—Phil rescued the overcome Tobe at the 15th hole and carried him to the clubhouse—and the game was finished at the 19th hole. What a foursome! What a foursome!
How about some class news? Ship it C. O. D. if necessary. We must have some.
Just had a great letter from Harold Robinson, who is still at Tehsien, Shantung, China. "Robbie" has a year's furlough which starts July 1, and if the trouble quiets down may come home via Manchuria and Siberiaotherwise they will come through the Red Sea. Mrs. Robinson's parents live in California and his live in Vermont. It is probably that the year will be about evenly divided between the two places. Two sons and a daughter round out the family. Here are some interesting extracts from the letter: "I want to be in New England for the autumn foliage, and for a football game or two. I also hope that I can spend some time at Dartmouth. The principal of the school in Paotingfu that the Dartmouth Christian Association has been helping to support, and with which I have been connected for several years is expecting to go to America next year, and I hope that he may be able to spend at least one semester at Dartmouth. I am trying to raise funds to help make his trip possible. He has been my colleague for several years and has done a fine piece of work developing a Junior Middle School which now has over 800 boys and girls. The School gets about $2000 U. S. currency help each year from America, and the students pay the rest of the running expenses. They average to get about $2.50 U.S. currency apiece, so it can hardly be called a "charity school." The principal gets only $20 U. S. C. salary a month, although he is a college graduate and works hard and long.
"These are trying times for young Chinese who want to help their country. Never since I came to China has there been a time when a united government was needed more, and never has there been one. that was quite so hopelessly disorganized. Of course it is easy to say that if China wants the League of Nations, or anybody else, to help her she must first set her house in order, but it looks from out here as if the League is helpless to do anything. They may succeed in driving China to Communism, and if so, I see a long dark lane ahead for the Chinese people. The type of Communism that has taken root in some parts of China already is a very virulent type, and if it sweeps over the whole country, those who have lost their belief in hell will have a chance to regain their faith if they come here to live.
"But I am not half as pessimistic as I sound. The unexpected usually happens in China, and she has staged more than one come-back in her long history. She is not down and out yet. I can't say just how she is going to do it, but I still believe she will muddle through some way; else I wouldn't stay out here. This still can be said of conditions in China: 'They are not as bad all the time as they are some of the time'; so why get discouraged?
"The place in which I am located this year is much more infested with bandits" than where I have been before. One night this last fall when I was out in the country bandits took a wealthy man out of the city in which I was spending the night and two more from a near-by village. A few weeks after that I was spending the night in another village and was awakened by revolver and rifle shots, beating of drums, clanging of cymbals, and yelling of people. I had never heard anything like it before, and I imagined that a whole horde of bandits must be marching on the town. I wondered how long it would take them to get to the place where I was. The next morning I learned that bandits had come in the night to the home of a wealthy citizen, whom they apparently meant to carry away. The police got word and did some firing to arouse the rest of the village. All the racket that I had heard was being made by the people of the village so as to frighten the bandits, and it worked. You might pass this on to Chicago, as some of her citizens might find the method worth trying.
"In addition to bandits this region also produces great quantities of peanuts. At harvest time the fields are filled with men, women, children, and pigs. Several inches of the top soil is sifted through screens, leaving the field covered with little mounds of earth so as to resemble a Chinese graveyard with the graves very near together. They use no machinery whatever for this work; everything is done by hand. Even so, farmers sold their peanuts this fall for less than one cent gold a pound. Some small peanuts get through the screens, but they are found by the pigs, which are allowed to root to their hearts' content for nuts.
"Our two sons are attending the American School in T'unghsien, near Peiping. They were home for the holidays, and next week the rest of the family is going up to make them a visit."
"Bobbie" possesses a rather unusual memory, and sent us a little poem, "The Brooklet," which was written by Victor Johnson during our freshman year. As near as he can remember these are the lines:
THE BROOKLET
I watched a brooklet rushing down to meet the frothing sea; It sparkled as it danced along, its life was melody. I picked a stone from out its path, that it might flow released; But lo! it danced no more in joy; its melody had ceased.
Almighty God, my soul cried out, I see Thy perfect plan; For as the brooklet in its path, Thou hast made life for man.
The trials from Thy guiding hand, whose aim we may not see, Are but the music of our lives. Thine is the melody.
Vic Johnson has been listed for some time on the class and College records as "Address Unknown." We would appreciate information on his present whereabouts.
"Juddy's" efforts are meeting with success. In January he collected $127.50; in February $213.50. If this would keep up for a couple of months he could pay off all of the class bills. Here's encouragement for any man—one member sent in a check for $27.50, another for $14.00, and several for $12.00, with a few for $7.00. Great work—and better still, a great spirit on part of our members. It presages a real attendance at our "TwentyFifth."
On March 2, Pres. Pineo, "Dinnie" Pratt, Mickey Holmes, Phil Forristall, Jim Porter, Ernest Unangst, and Clarke Tobin attended dinner and smoker of the Northern New Jersey Dartmouth Club—lacking information to the contrary we opine that they smoked Blackstones. Bill Dussault developed into a rank basketball fan this winter, attending most of the home games at Hanover. That reminds me—while leaning on the railing watching track practice with an old-time member of the faculty one Saturday afternoon this winter, he called my attention to two unusually live, up-and-coming youngsters who were doing everything the track men did and a bit more, and remarked that they were the sons of our own Harold Washburn, respected member of the French department in the College. We sure have to hand it to "Wash"—he has a couple of delightfully active boys who should do much to maintain 1910 traditions. Any of you fellows passing through Barre will do well to call on Rollie Woodworth, who is a banker of ability. "Albany" Hatch, prominent textile manufacturer, has a couple of sons headed Dartmouthward. They say that Dave Johnson's freshman son, David, is a tall, finelooking lad like his dad. "Juddy" needs money with which to pay class bills—send him some at 1100 Forest Rd., Lakewood, Ohio.
25 YEARS AGO Another month of wisdom acquired by a class that did not need it particularly—one glance at the class roster would convince any faculty meeting on that point. In these new-fangled days they say that they "orient" the freshmen—in our days the freshman "oriented" the College—and sure got "cussed up and down in a heap" for doing it.
The class was learning, however, that Les Wiggin could pound the piano with volume and distinction-—that "Bed" Carpenter knew more about the "inner workings" of Dartmouth and Hanover than any human in existence—that "Spuddy" was one of the livest, most likable men in College—that monitors in chapel could look cross-eyed and see you in your seat when you were still in bed—that George Howard's staff could publish in The Dartmouth editorials almost as pungent as the youngsters of this day print in The Daily Dartmouth.
Someone discovered that Tommie Murphy and Russ Pettengill were sophomores "Reggie" Bankart and "Dutch" Schildmiller having already made their class known at the time of the 1909-1910 football brawl. We were getting acquainted with the "faculty kids," the best known of whom were the Gile youngsters, Jay and Archie—the former now a very well-known doctor and surgeon at Hanover who followed in his father's footsteps, and the latter in the insurance business and efficient secretary of the Hanover Rotary Club—the Hazens, John and Eddie, both of whom are in the paper business at Holyoke Carleton Frost, now with A. T. & T.—the Bowlers, Eddie and Jack—and who will ever forget that young, truly friendly Jack Bowler —now an eminent surgeon associated with Jay Gile and others who combine to give Hanover one of the finest hospital staffs in the country. Sometime Dartmouth men should hear full details about the Mary Hitchcock Hospital, its growth, its affiliation with the Dick Hall House, its place in the Dartmouth picture—it is a real Dartmouth institution manned largely by Dartmouth men and doing a real job.
The basketball team was swinging into action again—and Harvard was trimmed 30-11. "Lefty" West inquires if we remember that battle between Amberg, the Harvard center, and Ben Lang. Who doesn't recall that incident? There was some real center play that night. Capt. Grebenstein was unable to play because of illness. In a rough game fouls counted heavily—our own "King" Brady shooting six. Summary showed Morrissey, If; Brady, rf; Lang, c; Schildmiller, Lg; Lane, rg.
Wesleyan was taken 29-21, and the team had to play again without "Greby," also without Ben Lang, who was called home by his father's illness. Again "King" Brady was high scorer, with four baskets from the floor and nine fouls. Summary—Brady, If; Morrissey, rf; Dingle, c; Schildmiller, lg; Lane, rg. On a three-game trip Harvard won the second game of the series 18-17. Captain Grebenstein was back in the line-up, but Ben Lang was absent. However, Jack Dingle played a strong game as his substitute—"Greby" shot 11 fouls. Summary—Grebenstein, rf; Brady, If; Dingle, c; Lane, rg; Schildmiller, lg.
The team won from M. I. T. 22-16—score at end of first half being 13-8 in favor of Tech. Capt. Grebenstein did not play the first period but entered at the half and "began to play basketball. He ran from his opponent until the Tech man was tuckered, and shot baskets from every angle and position." Summary—Morrissey, Grebenstein, rf; Brady, If; Thompson, Dingle, c; Lane, rg; Schildmiller, Ig.
Dartmouth lost to Brown, 22-21, in a fast and exciting game. Grebenstein shot seven fouls. Summary—Schildmiller, Ig; Lane, rg; Lang, c; Brady, If; Grebenstein, rf. The Brown summary is given, as many of the names will be remembered—Reynolds, rf; Ladd, If; Pryor, c; Dickinson, rg; Schwartz, Ig.
On a two-game trip Dartmouth lost to Tufts, 23-17. Summary—Tatterson, Schildmiller, Ig; Dingle, Lane, rg; Lang, c; Shoppelry, Brady, If; Morrissey, Grebenstein, rf.
In a rough game at Williamstown we lost 10-6. As the game practically decided the New England championship, both teams fought hard with a scrap at one time between the centers—the Williams student body "rushed on the floor, usurped the powers vested in the referee, and indiscriminately struck any and every Dartmouth player within reach"—athletic relations with Williams were severed.
The combating players were DartmouthSchildmiller, Ig; Lane, rg; Lang, Dingle, c; Brady, Shoppelry, If; Grebenstein, Morrissey, rf. No "hit and runners" in that crowd. The Williams line-up was Templeton, rf; Warren, If; Waters, c; Tower, rg; Allen, lg.
This concluded the season with a record of IS victories and 6 defeats—the club winning the first 12 games without a defeat. Sickness weakened the team at the end of the season. Your Secretary always likes to think of that team as one of Dartmouth's best. It was undeniably brilliant even in defeat. "Greby" was a real basketball player—any time, anywhere and he had an associate forward in our own freshman "King" Brady, who delivered splendidly. This present Dartmouth team might have gone through the season with a better record if its members had shot fouls on a par with these two men. Jack Dingle would have been in there at center all of the time if he had not been up against a bulwark like Ben Lang—and what a player Big Ben was! "Dutch" Schildmiller and Dick Lane as the other regulars left nothing to be desired. Ben was elected captain for the following year.
The freshman team lost to Harvard freshmen at Cambridge, 32-8. Our line-up was AL Ricker, lb; Larry Bankart, rb; Charlie Gibson, c; "Cap" Hedges, If; "Hap" Goodere, Howard Bushway, rf.
The class of 1910 outclassed the sophomores in a rough game, 23-11. Hedges, Ricker, and Gibson for 1910 and Burns, Wellsted, and Bruce for 1909 showed up well. Summary—Goodere, rf; Hedges, If; Gibson, c; Bankart, rg; Kicker, Ig. Sophomores, Avery, lg; Burns, rg; Mower, c; Wellsted, If; Peck, Bruce, rf.
In the second game the same freshman lineup won from the sophomores, 23-18. There was plenty of excitement at the game. The class of 1909 summary—Avery, Turner, lg; Burns, rg; Mower, Peck, c; Wellsted, French, Bull, If; Bruce, rf.
The freshman team had previously lost to Brown freshmen, 30-22, and had won from Plymouth High School, 25-24. It also defeated Kimball Union, 19-17.
"Slip" Powers was a member of the chess team—Harry Hunter met with a serious accident while skiing which necessitated several stitches—Walter Douglas appeared in a Dramatic Club play at Lebanon—Keith Pevear and "Doug" Mower selected as Commencement ushers—Walter Norton, Ken Merritt, Spencer Murphy, Chet Coffin, Jerry Graves, Charlie Devine, and Horace Chadbourne were Tenners on the varsity baseball squad that was being drilled by Coach McCarthy—"Skeet" Shaw won third place in the Rollins Prize Speaking contest—sweaters were awarded to the freshman hockey team composed of Allen Doggett, George Thurber, Dick Hirsh, Charlie Devine, Ken Merritt, Jack Bates, Walter Norton, and Mart Hannon, manager.
The Dartmouth complains about men wearing hats in the Commons—and bitterly about "men expectorating upon the floor in the various recitation rooms"—1910 could not have been aimed at, for its champion spitter, Al Barker, with fresh tobacco could ring bull's-eyes in rapid succession at 28 feet.
Secretary, 168 Hill St., Barre, Vt.
