Class of 1921
We doubt if anyone in the class has a more exciting adventure to report concerning the summer season than Bord Helmer, for Bord was one of ten men rescued in the early morning of a July day when the racing schooner Adriana, owned by James M. Ottlet of Locust Valley, L. 1., burned and sank eighty-two miles off Montauk Point. The schooner was taking part in a Montauk to Bermuda yacht race at the time. Bord and the others were saved just in the nick of time by another craft in the race, the English sloop Jolie Brise, but one of Bord's companions, Clarence Kozlay of Orange, N. J., was drowned. We'll quote briefly from a newspaper account of the accident:
"The fire was caused by spontaneouscombustion in the schooner's gallery, andspread so rapidly that the crew had notime to combat it. Very lights shot intothe air were seen by the 'Jolie Brise,' whichhastened to the rescue.
"The 'Adriana' was sinking when the'Jolie Brise' swept alongside. There was notime to heave to. The 'Adriana's' crewleaped to the English boat, and all butKozlay and another man made the jumpsafely. The other man was hauled aboardthe sloop. Kozlay disappeared.
"The rescue was effected just in time.Within ten minutes the 'Adriana,' a vesselof 56 tons and 78 feet 7 over all, went tothe bottom."
Warren Homer has a fine position, according to the latest from France, being the director of a boarding school for boys from 14 to 20 years located on the French Riviera only a short distance from both Nice and Cannes. The name of the school is Les Origans, and a small bulletin of the institution which Warren has sent us certainly reads most attractively.
A1 Catterall has finally deserted the textile field to turn to insurance. He now represents the Equitable Life Assurance Society in the New York area, and has an office in the Lincoln Building in New York. When we saw Al, late in July it was, he seemed most enthusiastic over his new work. Incidentally he plead guilty to being still a Flatbush dweller.
In connection with the Furness Steamship Co. the Dartmouth Club of New York ran a week-end cruise to Bermuda during July, and Ort Hicks, Jack Hubbell, and Fez Taylor were the '21 representatives on the outing. The trip was made on the Monarch of Bermuda, and the reports of all returning are decidedly enthusiastic. The good word is that Ort and Jack quite distinguished themselves at deck tennis aboard ship, and also that by tricking Fez into dinner with them at a small table one night, Ort and Jack broke Fez's record regarding 'si class dinners. Incidentally that dinner was said to have met all the good '21 traditions.
And now we'll turn the floor over to Ort, whose letter from which we are going to quote extensively almost made unnecessary our writing any notes this month. Before we do, however, we'd like to suggest that others like it would be most acceptable in this quarter during the months ahead. Whereupon we'll tune you in on station HICKS at Great Neck, L. I.
"I have just returned to Great Neck afterpushing the Ford all over the Middle West—as far as Milwaukee, Peoria, and St.Louis.
"In Buffalo I had another talk with BillMarcy, who is threatening to give uppolitics to attend to the pressure of hispractice. I tried to dissuade him by explaining that I had told you and severalothers that he would be governor in lessthan 10 years, but he seemed adamant.
"Driving through Akron I snatched a fewminutes with Henry Palmer, his wife, and2 children. They have a most attractivehome and Henry is still head chemist forhis company.
"Joe Vance I discovered behind a mazeof doors in Detroit's newest skyscraper. Heis evidently hitting the ball on the nose inthe leading law firm of the city.
"In Chicago I stayed with Ned Price. Wewent visiting that evening, and I had thepleasure of meeting Rock Grundman'swife. As you know, Rock is practicing law,and lives only a few miles from Ned andjust around the corner from AI Laffey. Wecalled at the Laffeys' too, but the quarts ofmilk on the doorstep indicated an extendedabsence, so we left a note. On our returnto Ned's, Al phoned to say that he andMrs. Laffey had just returned from a tripto Minneapolis and St. Paul, where theyhad seen Rynie Rothschild and DeweyGruenhagen. Rynie he reported was justleaving for the Coast to represent St. Paulin the Junior Chamber of Commercenational convention.
"While passing through Springfield, Ill.,I dropped in to see Joe Bunn, who is thewhite-haired boy in the Department ofInsurance and Taxation. As chief assistant,much of the burden of operation of thatpart of the state government of Illinoisfalls upon him.
"My last Dartmouth '21 call was uponBill Murray in Altoona, Pa. I called himout of a conference with the West PennPower Co., with the representatives ofwhich he was negotiating a contract forthe power he expects to use in a new manufacturing company he is forming. He is nobigger than in Hanover, but looked just asmilitary.
"Earlier in the summer I took a coupleof other trips. During one of them I spentthe evening in Reading, Pa., with Dutchand Mildred Bausher. Dutch has developeda reputation as probably the smartest manin the entire hosiery industry. He has avirtual monopoly on infant's socks. But Idemonstrated that I can still lick him attennis.
"While on that subject, I journeyedthrough New Bedford in June and dustedoff Roland Auger, making up for manyfast indignities suffered at his hands. ThenMrs. Auger heaped coals of fire on my headin the form of a dozen boiled lobsters,which the three of us consumed. Roland isliquidating a home loan and mortgagecompany. Incidentally I am anxious totake on '21ers at tennis during the courseof my travels. It gets terribly monotonousbeating Harry Chamberlaine all the time.
"In Worcester I spent a mighty pleasantevening with the Don Mixes. Don is responsible for all the State Mutual insurance business through their branches, andtravels pretty extensively. Considering thefact, I was amazed at the hobbies he hasdeveloped. He could readily earn a goodliving at cabinet making, and he evenworks with metal. So do I, but the metal ismostly copper pennies.
"On my way to Worcester a familiarform crossed my path—Hoyt Marsden. Hoytis in with a couple of other men on theSpringfield, Mass., agency of the GeneralElectric refrigerator. Judging from the display room, business must be mighty good.In Bridgeport I was almost run down bythat department store tycoon, NewellSmith. He denies playing semi-pro ball, andI believe him, for Jack Hubbell says he isthe works at the Read Company."
Two of the items of news which have reached us since we last sat down at this typewriter are tragic ones, and it is with sincere regret that we announce the death of Larry Boardman at Wakefield, Mass., on May 20 and of Mrs. Richard Barnes in Boston, July 17. A more complete notice of Larry's death will be found in another section of this magazine. Dick's wife died at the Palmer Memorial Hospital in Boston after a long illness. Dick's letter telling of her death says: "Mildred had been illsince the spring of 1930, but had a periodof considerable improvement, and as youwill recall was with me at Tenth Reunion.Last Christmas she was confined to bedagain and gradually went down hill." In addition to Dick, she left a daughter, Joan Barnes, and her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred A. Brown of Worcester. The funeral was held in Worcester, July 19, and interment was in Framingham. Mildred wonmany friends among the members of the class and their wives at the Tenth, and she will be greatly missed by all who had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, when the class gets together again.
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