Class of 1911
The Secretary's special appeal of last June to a large number of men in the class was disappointing in that he did not get replies from more men and yet quite satisfying in that it brought news and replies from several which he sincerely trusts are but forerunners of more in the future.
It was particularly gratifying to hear from Harry McMurray, who is now living at 609 Arden Road, Roanoke, Va., who wrote that he had lost both money and health back in lowa in 1929, but that he now has his health back and hopes the money is on its way.
Part of Ben Livingston's letter I am sure you will all enjoy:
"That I have lost contact with Dartmouth men and Dartmouth interests ischiefly due, I believe, to the fact that mycontacts never had an opportunity to become firmly cemented. I left Dartmouth atthe ,end of my first year—reluctantly, youmay be sure, as I sincerely loved Dartmouth—and, as a result of the short timespent at Hanover and the many years thathave since passed, my recollections ofDartmouth and of my classmates havegrown very dim. 1 am almost ashamed toconfess that there are very few of the menwhom I would even know by sight, and Idoubt if there are more than one or twowho would have a clear recollection of me.
"After I left Dartmouth I went to theRensselaer Polytechnic Institute, fromwhich I graduated in 1912. My four yearsthere permitted the formation of close aridlasting friendships. Quite naturally, I lookupon Rensselaer as my Alma Mater, andfeel that she is justly entitled to the majorportion of my interest and to what littlefinancial support I am able to afford.
"Please believe that I have a warm spotin my heart for Dartmouth, and that I haveonly the fondest recollections of my briefstay there. I am interested in Dartmouthactivities. But truly I would feel almostlike an intruder if I were now to attendgatherings of Dartmouth men, regardlessof how cordially they might receive me."
News has just come over the wire that Harry Waterhouse's firm has gone under, and that he is now back at the old home address, 54 Palfrey Road, Belmont, Mass.
Hot news from Duluth via Chub Sterling as taken from the Electric Refrigeration News—Duke Dunning is quite some guy in refrigeration. In fact there seems to be some secret organization known as Refrigerania. The crest of this organization bears the big letters G. E. and a reproduction of that beautiful windmill affair that is on the top of a certain kind of refrigerator. It seems that Duke is the president of this here organization, and he seems to have gotten in nearly every picture that covered a page of the magazine.
A letter from Harold Pease in Seattle was welcome news except for the fact that Hal seems to be suffering the lot of many other engineers as is explained below:
"There is little news here of me or theclass. I haven't been doing anything forsix months, which is no different frommany other engineers. I have been in thisregion again nearly three years, workingin various places and for various outfits.My last work was with the State HighwayDepartment, which I enjoyed very much.I had a location party, and while I wasaway from town most of the time, the workwas pleasant and I had some pretty faircrews. There has been no change in myfamily except that we are all getting older.I see Cap Kelly '09 occasionally. He is anattorney here. Give my regards to all myfriends and classmates that you may happen to see."
I judge it will seem good to Cap Hedges to have another 1911er attracted toward the famous town of Cedar Rapids, lowa. The latest address from A1 Nutt is c/o Penick and Ford, Ltd., in Cap's own town.
Stanley Gale Eaton's business address should be changed to 176 West Adams St., Chicago.
I like Mrs. Bill Curtis a lot. Of her own volition she wrote me that Bill had had a change in job, that September 1 he had been appointed assistant principal of the Grafton Street Junior High School in Worcester, and that they have moved to 52 Beaconsfield Road. I hope other wives will take this as a practical hint.
The Riley T. Youngs have moved from 28 Ashland Ave. to 6 Lorenz Ave., Baldwin, L. I.
In a letter from Bob Saxton he has the following to say:
"My daughter Audrey will graduate fromthe University a year from now. My boyBob gets through high school next year.He is everything you could ask for in ason. Not quite as good a student as Bud,the boy I lost, who was of an unusual andoriginal mind. I hope to have Bob go toDartmouth, and am going to make everyeffort to get him there. While I was onlyone year at the College, I believe I appreciate its wonders as much as any one."
King Moses is now using the address of Nantucket, Mass. Whether this is just for the summer or permanently has not yet become a matter of record.
Art Gray is responsible for the news that Ray Taylor has moved to Los Angeles as the representative there of Butler Bros. His business address is 836 South Los Angeles St. Art says that he will be seeing him once a month, so this is an invitation to Art to give us further news of Ray.
These students of merchandizing journals are responsible for many news items. For instance here's one in the Women'sWear for June which says that one Sargent Eaton, Howland Dry Goods Co., Bridgeport, Conn., the winner last year of the annual golf tournament of the Merchandise Managers' Division of the National Retail Dry Goods Association, was this year second with a gross of 92 and a net of 81, first being the president of James McCreery and Company.
The local 1911 gossip of course consists of the sidewalk conversations held with visiting classmates in Hanover. Those who qualify in this class so far as my memory serves me during the summer are John Pearson and Chub Sterling, who were here at Commencement to attend the meetings of the Alumni Council. Chub, incidentally, should receive our congratulations as being the latest member of 1911 to be elected to that body.
Other visitors were Jack Ingersoll, Jack Bartlett, Warren Agry, and Walt Reilly. Incidentally later in the summer Warren brought Marion and the two girls back to Hanover, housed them out in one of the Outing Club cabins known as Holt's Ledge Cabin. Warren said they were having a good time, but don't ask me to prove it.
Ned Judd was seen trying to get some boys from the Hartford School into next year's freshman class. Incidentally, it may be stated that when Ned tries to get a boy in he succeeds.
It was a pleasure to meet Ray Nead with his wife and boy, who spent a day or two in Hanover in an attempt to prove to young Phil that the College was all that Daddy had cracked it up to be. Ray is surely the picture of health, and it would do your heart good to see him after the serious illness that he has had to endure.
The George Morris family spent the summer in Hanover as last year, giving pleasure to the Hanover residents.
Brad and Barbara Patten and George French and Marl Hill all were caught traveling through the town in search of their youngsters, who had spent the summer in camps nearby.
The following is from Heine Chase. May his tour of duty be a pleasant one, and may he rest assured that we should be glad to see him back in the States:
"My tour of duty in charge of the Reserve Officers' Training Corps at this institution is ended, and I sail on July 27 from New York for a two-year tour inHawaii, where I will probably be on dutywith troops at Schofield Barracks. We willgo through the Panama Canal up to SanFrancisco, where we will have about aweek, and then we will sail on the sametransport for Honolulu. I will miss thefootball games in the fall and the chanceto say 'Hello' to an Elevener."
At least two 1911 sons have entered College this fall. One is Lee McGonagle and the other is Roily Hastings Jr. There may be others, but I have not discovered them yet. It had been Sarg's hope that his boy might come to Dartmouth, and it is gratifying that his mother has been able to make it possible. On his graduation from high school he was awarded the medal which is given annually to that boy in the class who is the most outstanding in the many characteristics by which a boy is so judged. Now that Roily Jr. is here, maybe I'll hear something from the old man once in awhile.
In the rotogravure section of the Boston Sunday Herald was a picture of Helen Crooks, Jack's oldest daughter, who is a member of the class of '33 at the University of New Hampshire and who was sent by her sorority to its convention at Pasadena, Calif.
Ted Stafford's wife received further publicity during the summer when she carried the flag of the Society of Women Geographers to Cape York, North Greenland, for the unveiling of the monument to the memory of her father, Admiral Peary.
The firm of Clark and Sanborn, general agents of the State Mutual Life Assurance Company of Worcester, has ceased to be and has now become Joshua B. Clark, general agent.
Ben Ayers is responsible for the information that "Bull" Roberts is an official of the Electric Power Company in Marion, Ohio. Ben said he seems to be much discouraged about agriculture, but wants to be remembered to all the boys.
It is refreshing to learn that Arby Proudfit is gaining in his fight with T. B. out in the sanitarium in Burley, Idaho. He is able to do a little reading, although only for limited periods, but even that breaks the monotony of his situation and makes up for his absence of company. Even so he says he is too sick to mind very much, but that a few more days like the one he had had when this letter was written and he would be wanting entertainment.
One never knows of any good work which a man may be doing until all of a sudden there is some public notice of it. For instance here is Lawyer Burt Cooper of Rochester, N. H., who so far as we all knew was just a practical lawyer when he gave an address before the New Hampshire Conference of Social Work on the prevention of crime through adequate probation. That was so excellent a job that it was given immediate public notice throughout the state. Now Lawyer Burt becomes an expert on crime prevention and there you are.
I am indebted to another lawyer, Morris by name, who as a result of a day's ambles through New Hampshire submits the following diatribe. I know you will enjoy it.
Notes from our Touring Correspondent: At Plymouth, we called upon the esteemed president of the class of 1911 George ("Cupe") Adams. He reported his son George and himself well, but Inez just staging a recovery from an illness which had meant an operation and four weeks in the hospital: serious but successful—a long pending problem satisfactorily solved. Young George had been doing time (no pay) in the Draper-Maynard factory in exemplification of the moral "Cupe" had derived from the old farmer who hitched his prize bull to the plow. Incidentally "Cupe" had taken another leaf from the modern agriculturalist's book. His firm found itself over-stocked in golf equipment, and outside of the factory on Plymouth's main street is a stand, fifty feet long, displaying golfing gear "at factory cost." "We are just turning inventories into cash," was President Adams' explanation. Fifteen minutes observation of the number of customers indicated that the farmers are not the only ones who can realize cash with a roadside market.
The next stop was at "Maple VillaChester Emerson, Proprietor." This enterprise is an arresting development on the main stem of Intervale, N. H. Here Emma and "Chuck" and the three younger boys (Chester steers an elevator at Frank Dodge's Mountain View House) were as busy as a colony of ants. Emma keeps the watchful eye on the dining room, the spacious living room, the "parlor," and the "upstairs." "Chuck" is boss in the kitchen and all its supporting rooms, equipment, etc., the garden, the farm (he qualifies as "general farmer" for the Intervale Rotary Club), and, glory be! the flower garden. Those who remember Mr. Emerson's thwarted desire to be ivy orator for the class will be relieved to know that his horticultural suppressed desire has at last found its outlet in what he modestly intends to be "the best flower garden in this community." Taking an old plant, somewhat worn, these two people are the most refreshingly stimulating pair of industrious optimists that we have met since October, 1929. What's more, they are not in the "red" in one of the poorest hotel years New England - has known in a generation. They keep open all year round, the house is reasonably full (we saw more automobiles at the entrance than at any except Mountain View), and it is difficult to imagine that the boss of the kitchen ever made rubber shoes.
At Frank Dodge's we located Frank and his father in the midst of an enormous and prosperous looking crowd out to see Farrell and Diegel play two local professionals. Johnny had a 67 for the new course record, but we were eye witnesses of the fact that all four of the players could do no better than a par 4 on that uphill 9th hole and only two of them were on the green with their second shots.
After this comforting vision we walked down to the cottage where Mary and Frank live, and found that all the inmates were bathing, or about to be. Frank produced the newest exhibit, however, and what a production! and what an exhibit! John Dodge is now 14 months old and weighs 36 pounds. For the benefit of you still deluded bachelors we will say that 36 pounds is an awful lot of baby. If the name "Dodge" doesn't appear on a Dartmouth football line-up in the college generation of '49-'53 the course of nature will simply have to go directly into reverse from high.
Schuyler was very much in evidence, producing a French primer as an evidence of erudition. It is a good thing he is as intelligent and as quick as he is. Were it otherwise he would be in danger of being stepped on and mangled by his younger brother.
Mary is well and continues to vie with Frank as a perfect hostess, or is it host? The hotel is full and "depression" is a foreign state.
Chester Emerson, well again, and a living monument to his mother's devotion and skill as a masseuse and nurse, is under Frank's wing, as so many others have been. He was extremely happy and told of five hours' tennis a few days previous. Franklin Roosevelt has nothing on this lad.
The collective wisdom of the class has never been better displayed than in its selection of a class baby. "Baby"—what a word for David Hedges. There is about 185 pounds of this infant. It's 185 pounds of muscle, tan, and" smile. David is chambermaid to the greens and fairways of Mountain View, and gives every evidence of greater success and personal results from the occupation than we have ever observed as according to his father's classmates from playing on said g. and f. Mary Dodge says that instead of leaning against a lawnmower and pushing it the easiest way this boy David puts it out in front of him in a manner to give the strongest opposition to his back legs and shoulders. David Hedges would be a treat for anyone's acquaintance. Genuinely handsome, poised and charmingly easy in manner, he is a fine advertisement for selecting a 1911 parent, being raised in the tall corn of lowa and then set "back East" to Dartmouth.
Jack Coggins has bought some new stationery. He had to, since he has moved his law office to 203 Park Ave., Plainfield, N. J. Jack said this was his sabbatical, and so he missed his first Commencement. This was made up for, however, by his joining with Seth Emerson and George French (now Judge French, if you please), at the twenty-fifth reunion of the graduating class of the Nashua High School. Jack's father died on August 1, and he again had to come to New Hampshire. He says the Pennsylvania football game is a great convenience to all New Jerseyites—only one hour and twenty minutes to Phillie.
The fall issue of the Dartmouth ClubBulletin carries the news that Charlie Warren won the golf tournament which the Dartmouth Club held at Grassy Spring Country Club at Bronxville last summer, with a score of 83.
There have been notices of three deaths since the last issue of the MAGAZINE which will bring sorrow to members of the class.
Don Pollard was killed in an automobile accident in May.
Word of Harry Byrne's death in October of last year has just been received.
Professor Bartlett, our own John's father, died during the summer.
Further notices regarding all these men appear in other columns of the MACAZINR.
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
