Class of 1929
In spite of discouraging scores the football season is a distinct success and a great boon to your scribe. Take the Yale game for example. We attended the game via the play-by-play report at the University Club, Boston. We sat there with Bart Stoodley and listened to Bill Coles read off the telegraphic reports with nary a twitch of the face or a batting of an eyelash. But there were more fortunate ones who actually were present at the Bowl. Jack Gunther and Chris Born called around the other evening and gave us a glowing account of the personages assembled there: Cliff Purse accompained by a very fair young lady; Mr. and Mrs. Art Rydstrom (very smart, as usual); Ed Walsh of the American Can Co.; Bill Alexander, who is in the advertising business since leaving Gorham's; Eddie Ellinger, who is still a stock broker, with the Mills Bros, of radio fame and the Columbia Broadcasting Company as neighbors at his uptown office; Dick Exton, whom we for one have not seen since early days in Hanover and who is now a broker with Hirsch, Lilienthal, and Company, New York; Gentleman Matt Rock and Newspaperman Ed Heister; Ed How, who is with the General Electric at Bridgewater; and last but not least Mr. and Mrs. Ellie Cavanagh, but—sad to relate—unaccompanied by Jimmy, our own, the class's own baby, which incident gives us chance to pause and pass on a gentle rebuke to the father and mother of our baby. Please bring Jimmy along next time. The class wants to see him and start him in the ways of Eleazar and the Big Chief. Getting back to Gunther, the reason for his visit was not to tell us about the Yale game or to recount the above meetings but to give us the chance to meet his affianced. She is Geraldyne Beyea of New York and she is a junior at Wellesley, and Jack deserves every congratulation, with enthusiasm. Dick Johnson, deserting his Devonshire St. shop for the day, was also at the Bowl. He mentioned seeing Johnny Bryant and wife, freshly returned to these shores from a European honeymoon.
Squeek Redding called us up the other evening to say that Bill Dodge is to be married to Marion Mortenson of Somerville, Mass., on November 19. Bill is chemical engineer in the research department of the New York Daily News, and will take his bride to Flushing, N. Y., to set up housekeeping. Squeek, who is to be best man, is finishing up this year at Boston University Law School and has got himself a profitable little tutoring business on the side. Speaking of weddings and best men reminds us that the report is that Bob Lyle was recently married, with Mike Ferrini doing the best man act. We have first-hand information by way of announcements that Ralph Butler married Evelyn Boyd, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Richard T. Boyd of Rochester, N. Y., on October 1; and that Wes Nord married Margaret Lois Randell, daughter of the Rev. and Mrs. Alfred Edward Randell of Jamestown, N. Y., on October 22.
Here are a couple of good letters. If the rest of you fellows knew how welcome such letters are you would shake yourself into giving the class that pleasure. This is to tell you.
Sept. 30, 1932
All my good resolutions have flown outthe window. From time to time I've noticedin the ALUMNI MAGAZINE that you occasionally had to dispatch a random letter or twofor the purpose of stirring up some news.I resolved to drop you a line before aspecial summons arrived, but I see you havebeaten me to it.
The most important event in the Fisherfamily in the past decade has been the arrival of James Mackoy Fisher, now aged 13months, who manages to keep his parentsin hot water most of the time. He's all setfor Dartmouth '52, and no doubt intendsto have a date with Chan Bete's daughteror other offspring of the class when theyarrive at Smith or Wellesley.
Speaking of offspring reminds me thatJohn Read Arthur Jr. should make his appearance at Dartmouth with the class of '52. Most of the news about Read and hisfamily comes to me second-handed throughJim Stewart, who, being a teacher in theBronxville School, has more time to writethan I. I'm kept pretty busy looking aftera bevy of some two hundred operators forthe New York Telephone Company. Thetitle is traffic superintendent, but don't letthat scare you. There are a lot of Dartmouth men with the company, but not somany Twenty-niners. Several months ago Iran into Lew Beers '28 and Bob Winter '30,both in the commercial department. Anoccasional insurance man drops into theoffice, Ray Hedger being the most recentone from Hanover.
Last month, while on a Hudson Tubetrain headed for the wide open spaces inJersey, I was suddenly jostled out of aconcentrated reverie to find Bill Keyessitting next to me. I understand he and"Trunkey" Brittan and "Moe" Heath havetaken up their abode in Manhattan. Billwas headed for a dinner party in Summitwhen I saw him. When commuting on theLackawanna I used to see Jack Hubbardon the Summit train. He was selling mortgages for his dad, but I don't know whetherhe has any left to sell by this time or not. Isaw Jerry Swope not so many months agoas an usher at a wedding in New York, butI understand he has recently played a moreimportant role in a wedding at Wood'sHole, or thereabouts.
Ichie Little manages to break away fromhis studies at Yale Medical every once in awhile to pay New York a visit. He is generally on hand for most of the reunions, asare Mike Ferrini and Art Clow. These twoare still giving the Western Electric sometime as far as I can determine. CharlieShaeffer, I believe, is still with the GeneralElectric Company in Schenectady. I'll haveto bring this information more up to date,however, for I haven't written him in somemonths.
Before signing off let me extend a warminvitation to yourself and other membersof the class to drop in on us when in thevicinity of Brooklyn. We have recentlymoved so I'll list my new address below.
Best regards to you and your wife, whomI hope to have the pleasure of meetingsome day.
AL FISHER
1466 East 17th St.,Brooklyn, N. Y.
DEAR BILL,
Your letter of November 1 just arrived.It has been forwarded from my old address,apparently in no particular hurry. It wasgood to hear from you, even such depressing news. I miss Boston very much; yourletter gave me that familiar nostalgic feeling which leaves one in a melancholy state.It seems a long time since I said hello toyou over the head of a fair damsel at one ofthe Copley-Plaza tea dances.
I can't give you much news unfortunately, because I have been out of touchwith Dartmouthian things of late. If anything I can say is useful, so much the better.
Joe Ruff, the famous pinch-penny business manager of "The Dartmouth," ismanaging his dad's hardware store in Hammond, Ind., and making money in thedepression. Miracle man! I saw Ed How inmy home town, Bridgeport, Conn. He isworking at the G. E. along with many anold Dartmouth man. Most of their workconsists of drinking beer at the so-calledUnion Athletic Club, a misnomer, for theplace hasn't any equipment more athleticthan a slot-machine. There is a flourishingDartmouth club here, mostly made up ofolder men. I heed not tell you of theGreater Boston boys. And that's about all.
As for me, I was awarded a teaching fellowship at Tufts College, taught Englishthere for two years, picked up my master'sdegree, and am now in my second year atCarnegie Tech, trying to teach English toPolish, hard-muscled, hard-headed engineers and to the pseudotemperamentalbabes in the Art School. Tech is really quitea place. Next September, if all goes well, Igo to Yale to finish up for the three magicletters. Meanwhile I'm saving money, andbeing almighty thankful that I have a job.
I guess that's all. Write me whenever youwant to. I'll try to send something. I knowthe pickle you're in. BILL DAVENPORT.
Medical students are a quiet, modest group; they talk neither about themselves nor about each other. However, we overcame these tendencies sufficiently to learn that Jerry Harris and Mac McKelvey had achieved the distinction of ranking first and second respectively in the national medical examinations. As we understand it, these exams are given at the end of the second and fourth years of graduate study, and at the end of the period of internship. They are not compulsory examinations and are taken for the most part only by the higher ranking men of the various medical schools. Throughout the country about one thousand men take the exams. Those being the facts, the class can be justly proud of these two men. The records of other Dartmouth men both at Harvard and other medical schools are extremely high. But, as has been said, they are all such a quiet lot that it's hard to learn much detail about them. We did hear that old Doc Foster was in Hanover recently, none the worse for three close years at McGill. He is stationed at the Homeopathic Hospital, Montreal. And it seems that Ichie Little has lost none of his generous sense of hospitality in spite of the drudgery of the Yale Medical School. Dr. Squash" Little's (Ichie's paternal parent) home at Letchworth Village, N. Y., was the happy week-end hunting ground again this past summer for such city-harassed young bucks as Bill Keyes, Moe Heath, and Trunkie Brittan; Maynard used to be of their number, but since he became a school teacher his ways have become too dark and devious to be known. Just where can that little fellow be, anyway? And that reminds me of another one, Phil Mayher. He and a little fellow, a Boston lawyer named Coles, were having a most delightful time at the Harvard Stadium on the afternoon of October 22. Mayher's bones don't appear to have settled any in their sockets. John Dickey is another young Boston attorney. He is associated with Gaston, Snow, Saltonstall, and Hunt, and is preparing a home in Cambridge in anticipation of taking to himself a bride.
Dick Burke is a buyer's observer with Sears Roebuck.
Jim Hodson has transferred to the Washington University Law School.
George Case is working for his father's firm, Lampson-Sessions, bolt and nut manufacturers, Cleveland.
Bob Conrad is practising law in Oklahoma City, associated with McComb, Henshaw, and Conrad.
Don Childs is an accountant with the New England Tel. & Tel., Boston, and is living at 1665 Commonwealth Ave., Brighton, Mass.
Bob Carr is on the faculty of the University of Oklahoma and is director of bureau of municipal research, University of Oklahoma, Norman, Okla.
Ayres Boal is in the real estate business in Chicago, and is living at 835 Ash St., Winnetka, Ill.
Ed Atkinson is a salesman with the Lewis Mfg. Co., Walpole, Mass.
Johnny Angell is with the Bay State Milling Co., Detroit, Mich.
Ed Abbott is employed by the Department of Justice at Washington.
Pinkie Flannery is at Harvard Medical.
Phil Hoffman is practising law in New York, associated with Weil, Gotshall, and Manges.
Jack Irving is office manager at Bloomingdale's, New York.
jack Jackson is a salesman with Proctor and Gamble, in St. Louis, Mo.
George Lane is a teller in the New Haven Savings Bank, New Haven, Conn., and is living at 170 Prange St.
Duke Lister is teaching at the Central School, Methuen, Mass., and Bill Wieler is an instructor at the Eaglebrook Lodge School, Deerfield, Mass.
Ken Wilson has set up his law practice in his home town of Hyannis, Mass., and George Naylor is associated with a Boston firm, the name of which has slipped our memory (inexcusable on our part).
Woody Woodbridge and wife were in town for the Harvard game. Woody is back in Hanover for a time doing some special work in advertising and helping Tom Dent with the soccer team, on the side.
Merry Christmas; and we hope that Santa Claus brings us many Christmas cards bearing tidings from you fellows.
(The following item recently clippedfrom the Boston "Transcript" will be ofinterest to members of the class of '29—Ed.)
"Nineteen charters of incorporation were issued to new Massachusetts business and manufacturing enterprises by the secretary of state in the past week, as follows:
"Harvard Brewing Co., Cambridge; extracts; capital, $1000; incorporators, F. William Andres, Cambridge; Ralph B. Hartmatin, Boston, and Henry W. Keyes Jr.,Haverhill, N. H."
Secretary, 20 Prescott St., Cambridge, Mass.
