Class of 1911
The class treasurer says that even collecting dues has some recompense, in that occasionally he gets a few insolent remarks which at least help to pass the time away. A few examples—Wee Kimball: "All classtreasurers should be strung up, but ofcourse that should not be retroactive"; Art Jackson: "Let's pull them all at once"; Jake Lovejoy: "Before the sheriff comesto put an attachment on my meagre checking account, I am going to see that you getmy class dues, so here's my check for $15." Demon says, however, that if he were to have his choice between remarks and $15 checks, he much prefersythe latter.
The best news from Jake Lovejoy, however, was a letter in which he said: "Ireceived a few days ago a letter from the oneand only Oro Elmer Ellsworth Holdman,the original wild man from the PacificCoast. I maintain that a letter from old'Coke' should make the first page of anyjournal yellow or any color. I am goingto do my damnedest to keep after him andcorral him for the 25th in 1936." Here arethe principal parts of the letter:
" Was mighty glad of your epistle. Itseemed like a message from Valhalla. Youknow that I never see any Dartmouth men,and when I do it is one of the recent gradsand we don't seem to have anything incommon. They perhaps do not want to bebothered with an old plug that talks aboutthe Adams House and Ward Eights, andif there is still a cafe on Boylston St.
"Got a letter from Chet Butts a fewyears ago. I carried it around in my suitcase along with my bonus certificate untilone bright day I lost the two of them andhaven't seen them since. If you know hisaddress drop me a card with his addressand I will try to make up for lost time.
"My wife and I walked in to a bungalowcamp ground this summer, and I noticedthat the guy that ran the store kept looking me over every time that I entered.Pretty soon he informed me that his namewas Red McLaughlin and that he was ofthe class of '12, a Tri Kap. Maybe you.don't think that we put on a party. Thepanic had hit him so he was running theconcession for his father-in-law. We sang'Come fellows, let us raise a cheer,' andthe old tunes from the King of Ukan. Ofcourse I got a gallon of the best that California produced and we got organized first.
"I spent six years with the FirestoneTire and Rubber Company when I firstgot out of college, then resigned and wentinto business for myself and got smashedalong with a lot of others during the panicof '21. In the meantime I married a girlin Portland and raised a couple of swellkids, a boy and a girl. In '23 I got into highschool coaching. Have been in it ever since.I just naturally gravitated to California,where they pay higher salaries. I took ayear off in 1928 and went to Stanford andtook my master's degree. My girl is nowfourteen years old and a sophomore in highschool—just like her dad, and too much soto please me. The boy is not so strong ashe should be, however I would not callhim sickly. I have the boy in a militaryacademy, trying to see if they can't develophim into a football player.
"I notice that you are a golfist, well, soam I. If I don't get in my eighteen holesevery Saturday, I get madder than thedevil. I shoot all the way from eighty to aa hundred and ten. It all depends on theway I feel and the course. And Boy, how Ido love California, the palm trees, and theall-year-round golf.
"I am going to try and make the nextreunion, but it has been so long that Idon't believe that I would know over halfa dozen guys."
A few days ago another lost sheep turned up in my office, Buck Tyson by name. Buck was with us, as you remember, only freshman year, then left to enter Cornell, from which he graduated in 1912. Since that time Buck has been engaged in accounting and investment work, and at the present time is a partner in the firm of Neal, Tyson, and Company, investment counselors, in New York city. Temporarily Buck is at his old home in South Strafford, Vt., and spending much time doing some research work in Hanover. He seems to be the same old guy, and somehow shows his age less than most of us. I gave him a peek at the MAGAZINE and he immediately forked over his class dues so that he could be a regular recipient of the latest class and college news.
John Pearson is comfortably ensconced in a new office at 23 School St., Concord, N. H., the door bearing the highbrow title of "The New Hampshire Foundation." A sub-title is "An Agency for Impartial Investigation and Presentation of Essential Facts About New Hampshire Life, Its People, Institutions, Communities, and Business." John is director of this unit, which, incidentally, is sponsored by the New Hampshire branch of the New England Council, of which John has been a prominent trustee for a number of years.
I am indebted to some kind friend forthe September issue of India Rubber andTire Review. Inside I found a page bearing several cartoons and a comely pictureof one Les Waldron. I cannot reproducethe cartoons but will give you the benefitof the printed matter.
"L. J. WALDRON IS SALES KEYSTONE'Pennsylvania Rubber Sales Manager HasJust Finished 20 Years Selling Vacuum
Cup Tires
"The pines and balsams in which Dartmouth College nestles filled the veins ofL. J. Waldron with a virility and energythat 21 years on the firing line of the rubber industry have failed to exhaust.
" 'Les' Waldron, sales manager of thePennsylvania Rubber Company, Jeannette,Pa., is recognized as one of the hard-hitting, go-get 'em type who never stop hustling.
" 'Out of town, but back in the morning,'is the usual answer when one telephoneshis office in New York.
"Dartmouth Graduate
"Graduating from Dartmouth in 1911,he framed his diploma and grabbed anorder pad and went to work for Goodrich in Boston. Within a year he cast hislot with the Pennsylvania Rubber Company, just beginning to tell the worldabout the Vacuum Cup tire. He remainedin New England and made such sensational strides that he was appointed NewEngland manager. But it didn't go to hishead.
"Leadership in New England merelyserved as an impetus to Waldron and before the clouds of war rolled around hehad lifted Boston to the leading branch ofthe country.
"In 1917 'L. J.' put a rubber band aroundthe order pad and enlisted in the aviationservice. After a course at the ground schoolin Texas, he became a skillful flyer andinstructor.
"Made Sales Manager
"Returning to earth, he resumed chargeof the New England territory and sandwiched in special selling assignments to allparts of the country. In 1925 he was advanced to the sales managership, retainingthat position ever since, though he now hashis headquarters in New York.
" 'L. J.' has three hobbies—football, fishing, and selling. When the Big Green teamsweeps out of Hanover, N. H., for its annual battles with Yale and Harvard, you'llfind Waldron in a front-row seat with his'Wah-hoo-Wah.' He has hoisted tarpon outof the Gulf, landlocked salmon out of coollake waters of Maine, but never a golf ballout of a bunker.
"On May 15, 'L. J.' celebrated his twentieth year with Pennsylvania. An incurableand infectious optimist, Waldron sees greatdays ahead. Shrunken volume and forgotten dividends of the industry mean nothing to him; his wife, his 5-year-old daughter, and Pennsylvania's increasing successdo."
I must apologize to Bob Keeler and Leonard Hoefler, but I honestly did not know when the previous issue of the MAGAZINE went to press that their boys, young Bob and Leonard Jr., were also members of the present freshman class. Before the next issue, however, these various 1911 sons will have been rounded up at 1 Webster Terrace and I shall then be able to give a more complete report on how they are making out in spite of the handicaps their forbears set them when they were here some twenty-five years ago.
The following letter is culled from the "memoirs of a Class Agent for the Alumni Fund":
"I wish to inform you that the presentcondition of my bank account makes itimpossible for me to send you a check inresponse to your request. My present financial condition is due to the effects of federal laws, county laws, state laws, corporation laws, by-laws, brother-in-laws, andoutlaws that have been foisted on an unsuspecting public. Through these variouslaws I have been held down, held up,walked on, sat on, flattened, and squeezeduntil I do not know where I am at, or whyI am.
"These laws compel me to pay a merchant's tax, capital stock tax, excess tax,income tax, real estate tax, property tax,auto tax, gas tax, water tax, light tax, cigartax, street tax, school tax, syntax, and carpet tax.
"In addition to these taxes I am requested and required to contribute ,toevery society and organization that the inventive mind of man can organize. TheSociety of St. John, the Women's Relief,Navy League, the Children's Home, thePolicemen's Benefit, the Dorcas Society, theY. M. C. A., the Boy Scouts, the GirlScouts, the Jewish Relief, the Near East,the Gold Digger's Home, also every hospital and every charitable institution intown, the Red Cross, the Black Cross, theWhite Cross, the Purple Cross, and theDouble Cross.
"The government has so governed mybusiness that I do not know who owns it.I am suspected, expected, inspected, disrespected, examined, re-examined, informed,required, commanded, and compelled untilall I know is that I am supposed to provide an inexhaustible supply of money forevery known need, desire, or hope of thehuman race. Because I refuse to donate toall and go out and beg, borrow, or stealmoney to give away, I am cussed, and discussed, boycotted, talked to, talked about,lied to and lied about, held up, held down,and robbed until I am nearly ruined, sothe only reason I am clinging to life isto see what the hell is coming next.
"PAT PARTRIDGE.
"P. S. Sent check today."
Perhaps, like the class treasurer, the lifeof the class agent has its bright spots.He assures me he would like to publishmany of the letters that he has received,which would be of tremendous interest toall of us but in the main are of so personala nature that it is out of the question.
It has been reported that Ralph D. Murchie has passed away. If this fact can be verified by any of the class, I would appreciate receiving such information regarding him as he may be able to give me.
Swede Needham wrote to the class agent: "Some fine day I am going to 'bust out ina new place' and come up and look overNew York and New England. Have notbeen there since 1921."
Bill Hart wrote in that he was hopping off for two weeks' fishing in the heart of the back woods of Quebec, that business was fair. To an ardent fisherman this indicates an advantage of living in Canada other than that which is usually ascribed to such residence.
Incidentally, if any of you would-be fishermen really want some fishing, make a date to join me on the Miramichi in New Brunswick next summer, where I have had excellent salmon fishing for the past two years. Last summer I took the wife, Theodora, along, and I guess that from now on this will be an annual pilgrimage.
Tim Vaitses writing from Rio Grande, Brazil, to the accompaniment of a check for the Alumni Fund, said—"Between absencesin the interior and the present revolutionI have hardly been able to stop long enoughto answer your letter. Although a long wayfrom Dartmouth and completely isolatedfrom any contact or influence from the oldschool, I still retain a certain affection andoften think of the very happy years that Ipassed there."
Fred Long has moved from his ranch outside of Denver to 140 Gaylord St., Denver.
Chub remarks that Troy Parker wins the brown derby for a swell address- Palmer Gulch, Hill City, in the heart of the Black Hills. Troy as you know spends half his time in California and the other half in the South Dakota Gulch.
Bob Keeler is now manager of the St. Louis office of the Guaranty Company of New York. The exact address is Boatmen's Bank Building—Boatmen's Bank, that sounds like something.
Mac Rollins is doing a swell job as publicity manager for the Cosmopolitan Magazine in New York. Those who have access to Printer's Ink may have noticed a lot of space that Mac has gotten into this publication lately.
360 North Michigan Ave., Chicago—this is the present location of Bert Wheeler.
The following came via Chub Sterling: "Doc Wyman is at the University of Hawaii.During the last college year he was working on one of the most interesting thingsin college theatricals. He has been puttingon shows in English in each of the fourmajor racial groups there—Caucasian,Chinese, Hawaiian, and Japanese. Doc saysthat by far the most interesting is theJapanese. During this past summer Doctook his group of Japanese students toJapan, and there presented his plays. Heis back in Honolulu now and can bereached at the University of Hawaii. Ahthere, Doc!"
Elt Norris' new address is Route 2, Perry, Ohio. I followed through with a letter, but I haven't yet learned what he is doing there.
I promised to tell you what Ray Taylor said about his new occupation. Here is his answer:
"Just a line to let you know where I am,and give you a new address for communications and ALUMNI MAGAZINE. Prices offarm produce the past two years have madeliving on the ranch impossible. Since achange was necessary, it occurred to methat I might get a kick out of somethingentirely different. So I am taking a flierat the job of an old-time drummer—heroof many a song and ballad—selling to theLos Angeles retail trade anything and everything they have need of. It is no cinch; but,so far, has proven quite interesting.
"Have renewed acquaintance with several1911ers here, and expect to enjoy life in thiswonderful city of activity, play, and summer weather (mostly fog lately).
"Our very best wishes to you all," Res: 2343 Scarff St. Bus: c/o Butler Brothers, 836 So. Los Angeles St., Los Angeles, Calif.
Sid Beane is back in the old town, East Weymouth, Mass., 55 Church St. Sid is a construction engineer with G. B. H. Macomber Company, 38 Chauncey St., Boston.
Clarence Linwood Young reports that he is now living at 90 Pleasant St., Wakefield, Mass., but is still traveling.
Since Jim Cuddy is in the trucking business I suppose it makes moving easy. Anyhow he has done a wholesale moving job, having moved his trucking business to 11 Baldwin St., Charlestown, Mass., and his residence to 60 Fenway, Boston.
Gov Jordan is one of those public officials now. He is with the Reconstruction Finance Corporation and is located at Groveton, N. H.
The firm for which Jack Ingersoll was recently working just walked away and left him with the doors locked, so Jack is now with the Union Selling Company, 406 Elm St., Cincinnati, Ohio. Jack is busy as usual this fall with a full list of football officialing jobs.
Bill Carlisle is reported to be with the McClain Reinhart Co., 50 E. Chicago Ave., Chicago, Ill.
A member of 1911 who has been a big stranger to me at least for some time is King Moses. It was a pleasant occasion to visit a few minutes with him at the time of the Harvard game. He has been spending the summer and fall at Nantucket, where, as usual, he has been busily engaged in writing. He advises that he is planning shortly to take passage on a cargo steamer for the west part of Africa, this being one of the few spots of the world that he has not visited. A few years ago he spent considerable time in the interior of Africa, in the neighborhood of the Sahara Desert, etc., and now is anxious to see more of that country.
An announcement from the law office of Jones, Clark, and Higson, 568 Fifth Ave., New York city, indicates that Ken Clark's firm has been reorganizing. Ken and associates indulge in general law practice, but give special attention to consideration of corporate finance, real estate, reorganizations, estates, and tax matters.
The sudden death a few days ago of Dr. Patten struck the community with great suddenness and shock. As members of 1911 we all feel even more intimately sympathetic with the family since Dr. Patten had been especially interested in our class because of Bradley. Both Mrs. Patten and Brad have asked me to extend to the class their thanks and appreciation of the thoughtfulness of the class in sending a spray of flowers as a token of our high regard for Dr. Patten.
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
