Class of 1932
At the present writing your scribe sits in the large, bare office of the New Canaan Gazette. There is a telephone, two desks, and two chairs, at one of which writes the Boy-Editor himself, a John Clark, one time director of The Dartmouth. John's paper is a weekly, coming out every Tuesday, the linotypers willing. The subscription list is as yet small, and the editor is frank to admit that there are not a few tribulations in his life. Even so one can detect a feeling of great ambitions not to be checked by small incidents, such as last-minute breaking down of presses or typographical errors resulting in faintly libelous "personals." Boss Clark, as they are beginning to call him in this not so sleepy little Connecticut town, would be glad to show anyone how a real newspaper is run, but doesnot need any additions to the staff atpresent. He has just returned from the wedding of Skip Dickerson '30 to Miss Lucia Weimer in Lebanon, Pa., where John held the ring and packed the happy bridal couple off to Nantucket for a brief honeymoon.
Ken Hill pulled an Olin Dutra by being both medalist and winner of the Wentworth Golf Cup at Portsmouth, N. H., on August 31. This is the second consecutive year he has won the cup. Frank Peyser was runner-up in the second division.
A postcard came during the summer from Ferry, who was then visiting the Schoeller country estate in Germany, "breathing great gulps of cow-scented, airand helplessly thinking brave sanitarythoughts. My chief diversion is laying inthe sun (Ping will teach English in thefall at Choate) and conniving puns tolaugh at." The rest of two postcards from Paris and London were so overweighted with terrible examples of these that I cannot bear printing any more.
John Swenson was married the day after Commencement to Margaret Eveleth at Concord, N. H. Bill Sumner was best man. Bob Buckley, Buzz Burrows, and myself appeared in Co-Op cutaways as ushers. John and the bride departed after the ceremony amid jingling of sleigh-bells for a honeymoon in Canada. Rumor has it that Jim Brown bounded into their hotel room at Lyndonville at five o'clock in the morning voicing one of those laughs that have made Nugget-goers uncomfortable for years. Nothing is recorded of the young bridegroom's reaction, nor do we care to imagine what it would be.
I had begun to wonder what had happened to the much-heralded windjammer world cruise—or A Year Before the Mast with Cap'n "Windblown Bob" Hosmer—when a breezy letter came from Whip Walser, one of the candidates. Says Whip, who has been a life guard at Long Branch, N. J., "The World Cruise is definitely off for a year at least. However, I tied up with another ship. The last remaining American clipper Coriolanus is sailing out of Boston November 5 for the Mediterranean and Africa. I believe I have a job on her. Knibbs, Ben Blair, and Newcomb are going as far as I know. Cleaves might get on, but I don't think that "Punchy" or Hosmer will go, as they can't get jobs. . . . Hazen and Cleaves just spent a couple of days with me. Had quite a time. . . . Orcutt invited me to a party for Labor Day—it was safe, as Labor Day is my busiest day. So long, and I'll keep you informed of the class bum."
That, fellow classmates, is the kind of spirit I rejoice to find.
Jack Eliot was married to Peggy Weldon at the home of the bride in Mansfield, Ohio, on June 24. A more or less lurid description of the affair came from the pen of John Keller, which follows in part:
"Hosmer, Carter, Judd, and I arrived intime for the bachelor dinner, which wasthe object of our trip, as I recall it. Thebest man in the game today, John Brett,certainly did himself proud in that affair.There were other Dartmouth men therethen—Clark Denny, George Case '29, andEd Sprankle '30 (ask Dickerson if I get alittle something for mentioning Thirty-teers in my communications), and someother Cleveland fellow who had arrivedwith a good edge on. .. . The next morning we all resolved that when we were oldenough to vote, we all would vote it thebest bachelor dinner ever. . . . The wedding itself was a house affair and a verysimple and beautiful ceremony.
"I don't know what I'll be doing afterthe Presidential election. In fact, I don'tknow what I'll be doing tomorrow. If I'mdoing anything I'll let you know."
O. K. Cuba! Another creditable attempt at Secretary-enlightenment. Thanks very much.
Ed Marks writes a postcard from the top of the Zugspitze, highest mountain in Germany: "I think it was you that gave me theidea of doing this, and I alternately blessyou and curse you for it." Which I think might have been the comment he used on his return from the senior Mt. Washington trip last February, where, it is to be remembered, he made the last part of the descent in a taxi. He probably came down the Zugspitze via the cable railway that they have there for climbers of his ilk.
Brandy Marsh was pool attendant and gigolo at the Mt. Carmel Country Club at Mt. Carmel, N. Y. He was seen at Playland by Clark.
Russ O'Brien has been attending N. Y U. summer school.
Floyd Leonardson is seen driving a highpowered car around New Canaan. He has been working with the tax-assessors there, and is now going to South America with the United Fruit Co.
Charlie Mayo has been taking parties out of Provincetown on his yawl. A report, unconfirmed as yet by Charlie, says that he intends to sail to the Bahamas this winter to write, and probably grow a beard.
John Couzens spent July at his summer home in Brewster, Mass., leaving in August to see the great Middle West and John Prentiss.
Harry Litzenberger will help coach ends in Hanover this fall.
Charlie Doerr toured Europe during the summer and is going back to Minneapolis this fall.
Bob Ryan is in Libby, Montana, to learn about mining. A 1 Young is working in a law office in Bloomfield, N. J.
Just before going to press the following communication comes into my hands:
731 County Street,New Bedford, Mass.September 7, 1932.
DEAR CHUCK:
If you will overlook the use of thatimpersonal example of modern businessefficiency known as the typewriter, I shalltry to set down one or two facts about mypast, present and future, which may ormay not be of assistance in swelling the
files of alumni jottings. I have just returned to New Bedford after a summer ina boys' camp in Washington, Me., whereI had charge of a tent of boys, and hadthe privilege of teaching young Americato swing tennis racquets. I gained somefifteen pounds, developed a very fine tan,and in general spent an enjoyable summer.There were four other Dartmouth menthere, but none from '32. After campclosed, I drove over to North Woodstockfor the eclipse, which we saw fairly decently there, then went down to Hanover,where I spent three very delightful days,living with one F. K. Ward, at 48 SouthMain St. John Clark's brother Alex wasthere, awaiting the return of Dean Bill,and I found a surprisingly large numberof men of Dartmouth in town.
This week-end I am attending the wedding of Bill Harlow in our class at HydePark; in case you do not receive theauthentic information from the gentlemanhimself,—he is inclined to be a trifle reticent,—the announcements state thatLouise Palmer Dodge and William LailerHarlow will be united in marriage onSaturday evening, the tenth of September,in Hyde Park. As for myself, I am drivingout to Cleveland next Monday with mysister and my mother; my sister is entering Oberlin, and I am anxious to see theplace before I leave. I am sailing the 23dof September from New York on theCunard liner "Carinthia"; there will bequite a number of the Rhodes Scholars onboard as I understand it. According to aletter I received from John Martin inJune, it is quite possible that he may bereturning on this same boat. My collegewill be Oriel, Cecil Rhodes' own collegeat Oxford, and incidentally the one inwhich Martin is already enrolled as amember. Perhaps we can start a chapterof Dartmouth-in-Oxford. Jim Wakelin,who has been touring Europe in a bigway, writes from Vienna to say that hewill meet me in London on October 2,and we are to spend a few days there. Ihave to be at Oxford on the 6th of October,and I think it quite possible, from whatJim said, that he may decide to stay andtake his graduate work in physics at Cambridge, instead of returning and studyingat Stanford. I'll let you know more of mydoings when I am settled. Best of luck toyou, Chuck; my address will be Oriel College, Oxford, England.
Sincerely,HOWIE SARGEANT.
This, as Ferry would say in the Undergraduate Chair, is my stint for the nonce. It has been difficult even with my ear very close to the ground, to pick up much news. Few of the postcard leaders I sent out have been answered, and a mere handful of men have taken it upon themselves to volunteer anything at all. All of which, I do not hesitate to say, makes a sad story. There is some encouragement in the fact that a class letter is going out with this issue of the MAGAZINE. Enclosed also is a return postcard. A fair percentage of these must be sent back to me. Possibly informal letters will accompany them. At any rate this is a very fervent hope which I trust Thirty-two men will not deal with lightly. The wolf will always stay away from your door long enough for you to make a few brief jottings, but the black beetling specter of the copy man is ready on the tenth of every month to goad me into writing whether I have anything to record or not.
Misericordia Amicil
Class of 1932 Photographed
at Class Day Exercises June 18
Secretary, 242 Broadway, Youngstown, Ohio
