Class of 1918

One cannot witness the effects of nature's paint brush on the early October landscape in New Hampshire without reaffirming one's sense of extreme satisfaction with Dartmouth's glorious location. It was the Secretary's privilege to see this spectacle of beauty for the first time at this season of the year since 1933, and to say that he was impressed is to put it very mildly. The side attraction for this flying visit to Hanover was the Lafayette game, and never before did a football contest seem so relatively unimportant to the inspiring atmosphere of Dartmouth College,—at least it seemed that way to the visitor. It was just a game that had to be slowly fought through to the end on a warm afternoon, when the main source of inspiration was certainly not on the football field.

While at Hanover we bumped into the eminent lawyer from Concord, Amos Blandin, and a few minutes later found Neil Sheldon testing the strength of the senior fence on the campus. Both announced their intentions to cavort on familiar grounds at 1918's Fifteenth next June.

Just as we write we read that Mike Pounds' father has been nominated for mayor of New York by the Republicans for Jimmy Walker's unexpired term of office. Mike must have been tipped off on this event in advance, and probably anticipated it at his now famous summer party at Westhampton, where a stratosphere flight in a kiddie cart was a necessary prerequisite for all his guests.

We understand that Ernie Earley, Stan Jones, and Red Wilson were all summer colonists at the same notorious resort. Jones' Westhampton Castle was naturally the center of attraction, and we hear that lying-in-bed Morey found it to be particularly suitable for his favorite pastime over week-ends.

Owing to his necessary addiction to the pill counter in these times of stress when meeting the rent and taxes are of paramount importance, the Secretary has been very much out of touch with other Eighteeners. He still hopes (like King Rood with the Alumni Fund quota) that there may be a comparative millennium some day, when members of the class will actually send in enough letters to keep this column going.

Secretary, 953 Madison Ave. New York