Class of 1926
The inevitable has happened. September 10 is here, which means that all penpushers must help usher in the new ALUMNI MAGAZINE, that each and every Sec. will begin to vituperate the members of his class for lack of news, that Hanover will be football-conscious, freshmen, as usual, will be semi-conscious, and your scribe, no doubt, will be unconscious. But before assuming the state of complete anesthesia permit me to solicit your support for the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. It's your publication and bigger and better than ever. Two bucks will do the trick for a full year. Snap out of that lethargy which comes with approaching thirty to give Sid Hayward and his staff something to work for.
Hearkening back to June, we received the following note, via Sid, from 3913 North Maryland Ave., Milwaukee, Wis.
DEAR SID:
It has taken me a long time to getaround to writing this check, but here itis even though small.
Just about a year ago I moved to Milwaukee from Chicago, where I spent myfirst five years after college. I have beenwith the Globe Union Manufacturing Co.,which has a very fine line, so that ourbusiness has held up very well. Storagebatteries for automobiles, motorcycles, andfarm light equipment are our main products.
Freddy Rowe is still selling for theAmerican Chain Co., and apparently doingvery well, for he recently purchased anew car. He visits Milwaukee about oncea month so I see him quite often.
There are quite a few Dartmouth fellows in Milwaukee, and our monthly meetings are looked forward to. Art Smith '26and Brad Brown '27 are here. I certainlyenjoyed reading all the news about the '26boys in the Fifth Year Report.
Sincerely,
CHARLIE MACDONALD.
Talk about late news, here's some ancient history that I just received from Chuck Webster during the past summer. It seems that Ruth Elisabeth Iddings and Horace Moderwell were married way back in March of 1931 at Crown Point, Ind., and shortly thereafter settled at 209 Kedzie St., Evanston, 111.
So on to those more recent events which continue to dwindle the bachelors' rank. June weddings appear to be two in the number for 1926. Captain and Mrs. Herbert N. McDougall announced the marriage of their daughter, Grace Hislop, to George Peirce at Pelham Manor, N. Y., on June 16, 1932.
Up in them northern parts, Tom Farwell and Miss Rena Cameron, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Archibald Cameron, gave Wells River the pleasure of a marriage on June 20.
July held no charms, but August brought forth the news that down Texas way Vin Meyer and Jimmie Weitinger tied the knot on August 29, 1932. The wedding, at the the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Weitinger, took place in Denton, Texas, but the bride and groom will be at home after October 1 in Dallas.
How lawyers ever get married is still a mystery to this one, yet believe it or not, last May 28, court was held out in Evanston and the judge pronounced Miss Julia Fleming and Art Seibold united. The sentence was for life.
Back in January, Monk Bourne sent me a clipping which appeared in a Cleveland newspaper. The story, rather lengthy, contained the high spots of George Buchwalter's success as coach of the wrestling team at Western Reserve University. In one meet, Buck's team trailed the Army by a score of 15-0. At the close of the contest, Western Reserve led Army, 17-15. Sounds almost like last year's Yale game.
Desk- and depression-weary, "Million-Dollar Cleary," "Farmer Chappy Jones," legal light of Kittanning, Pa., and yours truly packed the duffel bags to start in quest of the open spaces in Canada. Bill Hughes, the fourth member, missed out on the trip by reason of an injury to his mother in Maine. Lake Temagami, 300 miles north of Toronto, was the scene of the outing, with black bass, trout, pickerel, and ale running true to form. Cleary is busily engaged, and will soon publish a book entitled, "A Technical Treatise on the Testimony of a Trout Troller in Temagami," while Chappy's latest true confession, "Canned in Canada," will contain special reference to engagement rings and why they should be avoided.
En route, we stopped in to see Bob Edgar at Scranton, enjoyed meeting Jerry and Butch, wife and son, and received such a cordial welcome it was difficult to leave after three days. Continuing our snooping for news, the following article was uncovered, bearing date of September 13, 1931, and in the form of an announcement.
SCRANTON, PA. The former Miss Geraldine L. Grinnell of Detroit, who in a mad and unguarded moment, two summers ago, became Mrs. Robert B. Edgar, became a mother Saturday night, September 12, 1931, at exactly 19 minutes after 8 o'clock, E. S. T.
The offspring comprises 8 pounds, 6½ ounces of boy, with a nice pair of lungs, not many teeth, and gobs of black hair.
The team that broke up the delayed pass Mrs. Edgar had been using to great effect since August 15 was composed of Dr. B. B. Wormser and Miss Edith Hutton, nurse. The lone score was registered after 15 hours of battle on the hottest September day recorded since the United States Weather Bureau was established in Scranton 25 years ago.
Mrs. Edgar and her son are in the Hahnemann hospital here. They will be at home at 520 Clay Ave. in about two weeks.
Mother and child are doing quite well, thank you. Father is in bad shape.
California, we note, has started to produce more than football players. With the aid of Ritchie Smith, "Squeaks from the Golden Gate," a California publication, has attracted our attention to the tune of two issues. From this source, we hear that Ritchie and Bill Nigh were among the leading divot-diggers at a recent Dartmouth outing, while "Barkeep" Hoffman did his shaking well, although subsequently reported missing. When found by the Research Bureau, Don is said to have stated, " 'Twas the best party I've ever slept through." Ritchie, in addition to his golf prize, was the proud recipient of a nice green slip, which in California means 60 miles per hour or better.
The "Squeaks" also sends word that Gob Des Marais from Portland, Oregon, attended the regular Monday luncheon.
June 20, 1932.
DEAR BRANT:
Thanks for printing my letter in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE—but the printer madea mistake that Shorty Bengston and hiswife may not like. I said "rather fromPembroke," and it was printed "rather thanPembroke."
I'm located next year at Brooklyn College of the City of N. Y.—not a bad job. I'lllet you know my address when I getsettled. In the meantime, it is Box 5, Ayer,Mass. I see where Ed Dooley is representing the College at Brooklyn's inaugurationof a new prexy tomorrow.
Best wishes, LARRY KENNISON.
Last July, Herb and Bert Darling blew in from the Smoky City, reported the doings and good health of Nate Parker and Dan Drury and a short sight of George Champion during the past year. Besides furnishing some excellent Sussex County chicken, Herb related the woes and virtues of the contracting business. He and Bert can be reached at 8 Edgecliff Road, Rosslyn Farms, Carnegie, Pa.
September 8, 1932.
DEAR BRANT:
At last some real 'news, important tome anyway, though nobody else may givea damn, namely the arrival on July 9 ofCarolyn Jennings Whitmore. Another addition to the growing list of '26 youngsters,maybe some of the boys on the list willlake her to the 1953 Carnival. Well, Iwon't have to dig up the jack for that anyway, though the wardrobe will probablykeep Daddy scratching gravel.
I haven't seen many of the boys thissummer, as I have been sticking prettyclose between the office and home. AlLowell buzzed around with another lifeinsurance policy—these life insuranceagents are ball hawks for births and marriages, though they're probably not so keenon deaths. Tom Treadwell brought hisyoungster down to see the baby and compare notes on the joys of parenthood.
As ever,
HANK WHITMORE.
From Bill Hughes, who has just returned from Maine to resume duties with the General Electric Co., we hear that Tiny Marsans is still in good shape and about to depart for Hanover for the fall football season. Bus Heydt and wife are at present in Maine with a theatrical company, and Jack Cannon is reported in the pink of condition. Someone mentioned that Obby Barker and Hal Gibson were among the unemployed, but we trust this was false dope.
So far as the local lights are concerned, Art Wilcox, still hardwaring, is at most of the Dartmouth luncheons. Charlie Bishop brought himself a new Essex and has summered at Spring Lake—the bond business must be good. Jake Jacobus is brushing things up around Verona, N. J., with several summer sojourns to Bay Head with Tom Floyd-Jones. Could almost swear that I saw Russ Newcomb in Newark the other day, but traffic conditions prevented my running after him—at any rate, he's with the publicity department of the Newark Museum.
That's all the news for this issue, and unless you send in some, we're liable to be stranded for the next. So send along some dope on yourself or those you see—and— suggestions to improve this column will be appreciated.
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