Class of 1929
This month should have found us in full stride with enough material to match our enthusiasm and desire for a real class letter. But the returns have not begun to come in yet, and so we must eke along as best we can with a couple of good letters from the Class Baby's father, Ellie Cavanagh, and Percy Russell, and a bit of news picked up here and there. It seems that Percy landed the job of the year. Not that the rest of us are envious, for some of us have good jobs, too. Take your Secretary for example. He works over Bill Coles, and Coles works under him. Coles has a large mahogany desk and his name on the door. But he is only on the seventh floor. The fellow under whom he works has a desk with a glass top on the nineteenth floor. And we are both among friends. Bill works for Bartlett, Jennings, and Smith, all Dartmouth men. Charlie Bartlett '27 is in there too, working for his father, Mr. Joseph Bartlett '98. Your scribe gets a marvelous view from the offices on the nineteenth floor. Way down there in the gully of Devonshire St., he can see where Dick Johnson tends his golf shop right across from the First National Bank, where Brooks White has a desk across the aisle from Jeff Glendinning '28. Over across Post Office Square in the National Shawmut Bank Building, John Dickey is working for Gaston, Snow, Saltonstall, and Hunt. And up on the litigation side of Beacon Hill, right beside the court house in the Pemberton Square Building, Nelson Hartstone shares offices with his father, conveyancer par excellence. There are plenty of others around town, but we haven't located them all as yet. As we do you shall hear of them, one by one. We had a letter from Ken Graf the other day, sent and received in our respective professional capacities of members of the New Hampshire and Massachusetts bar (the honorable bar). Ken is with McLane, Davis, and Carleton (skijumper extraordinary—Johnny Carleton '22) of Manchester, N. H. He and Dud Orr worked together running the office, this last summer, checking each others' coupsdetat. Now, Orr is back in Cambridge at the law school, gone shoe salesman on the side. And a mighty line of shoes he carries, too: Orr for boots and shoes at satisfying prices. We saw Larry Lougee just yesterday in Harvard Square, good in health and spirits and hot on the trail of a job. Up in the law library at the court house we met Gus Herbert looking for authority. Gus is with a very good firm, the name of which has slipped the memory.
Bill McCaw continues to lead a model life in Cleveland. He is still with the General Electric.
Mrs. Jerry Swope wrote us a good long letter the other day, reciting the joys of a Swope wife and the intense hard work of the Swope husband. It seems that Jerry is working for Mr. Gordon, an old Dartmouth man, on a very interesting case which is scheduled to go to trial soon in Baltimore. Anyway it keeps groom Swope very busy.
Here's the letter from Percy Russell, secretary to Justice Cardozo:
October 4, 1932,
Supreme Court of the United States,Washington, D. C. DEAR BILL,
regret that I cannot add much to yourclass letter. You know how quickly oneloses touch with things after three yearsat Harvard Law School.
I saw Jim Stewart last June in NewYork. He was then running a summercamp under the auspices of the HartleyHouse—a social settlement house on 46thSt. in New York city. The camp was locatedat Towaco, N. J. After several months atMacy's and a trip around the world, he hasapparently seen that his field lay in theprofessorial sphere, for he is now obtaininghis Ph.D. in history at Colwnbia, havingalready obtained his Master's, and intendsto teach later. He never took a historycourse during his years at Dartmouth, so itis peculiar that he should finally turn to it.
Ted Arliss is working during the day fora legal firm in Rockville, Md., and goingto Georgetown Law School at night. Andhe is doing very well, standing seventhin his class.
Al Fisher is living happily with his wifeand one son in New Jersey, and ReadArthur apparently finds life interestingwith his wife and son in lowa. He is operating a Chevrolet agency, I understand.
I was extremely fortunate to obtain thisposition. Very lucky I should say. There isnot much to say about the work. I amprobably doing about the same kind ofthing that you are doing. I read the transcript of the record and the briefs of bothcounsel, look up the cases that are cited,form my opinion about the case and discuss it with the Justice. The stenographicwork is fortunately very light. There areonly a very few letters to write. Soon,however, it will be a little heavier, becausethe Justice will write opinions and it willbe my duty to type them and send themto the printer. And then there are memoranda to write, and points of law to investigate. The Judge is certaiiily a verylovable man. He is one of the most gentleand modest men that I have ever known.I see him quite a bit, inasmuch as my officeis in his apartment. There is no office spaceprovided by the government—indeed thereis no room at the Capitol. Therefore theapartment has to be spacious enough toallow living quarters and study for theJustice, and office space for his secretaries.
How is your work progressing? Howdo you like it? I understand that you areconnected with a splendid firm in Boston.I hope that you have great success therein your legal life—and economic life aswell. I have never met your wife, but pleasegive her my regards nevertheless.
I would be glad to hear from you atany time. And give my regards to myHarvard Law friends when you see them.
With very best wishes,PERCY.
And here's papa Cavanagh's:
77 Claremont Ave.,Maplewood, N. J.Sept. 12, 1932.
DEAR BILL,
As almost everyone will agree, the summer has passed quickly. I hope not soquickly, however, that it will prevent thisfrom reaching you before the September ALUMNI MAGAZINE goes to press (ed. note:it did), as I want to express the appreciationof the proud son and parents for the beautiful trophy awarded the 1929 Class Baby.
A mug it is, and all a mug should be.For a little fellow, I think the young sonwas rather forward in suggesting a mug,but I am sure his desire has been fulfilledto the utmost. If the class could see thegift which you have sent Jimmy on behalfof all his uncles, there would be a lot ofjealous parents—and bachelors, too!
For me to try to thank you would befruitless, but in Jimmy's own words, "ta-ta"from us all.
Sincerely yours,ELLIE.
And all the uncles respond: You're welcome, Jimmy!
Leonard Doob is back in Hanover in structing in sociology.
And here is the last bit—the best for the last, eh, John? Trapper Bryant has finally made the grand catch. She is Kathryn, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Francis Parnell Murphy of Nashua, N. H., in which city the Trapper has a clearing at 9 Ayer St. And now that his trapping days are over, John will settle down to the business of manufacturing shoes.
Secretary, go Prescott St., Cambridge, Mass.
