CLASS OF 1931
Late again. One of those Hanover traditions so hard to break away from. Not as nice as some of the others, like Carnival, the Nugget, "the crunch of feet on snow," ad infinitum but a habit just the same. Howtheanyhow, how's to scribble off a few notes? Here's a real practical suggestion: next time you sit down to lunch, grab the menu, and in between the grease spots just say "I saw . . . , and he's . . . "and sign your own name and address, and send it to your sec. (that seems to be the sophisticated way of referring to your dutiful correspondent). If you eat lunch where there are no menus, or even if there are no menus where you eat lunch, a reasonably exact facsimile will do. And here is the announcement you have been waiting for: The Dartmouth College Club at 24 East 38th St. in New York will once again be the scene of a 1931 dinner. The date is Wednesday, February 10; the time about 7 P.M.; the events—a dinner, movies, and what-you-will. We have hopes of seeing an even larger crowd this time than in December. Why not try to be in the city that night, you out-of-towners?
On January fifth, 1932, Miss Margaret Mitchell of Scarsdale, N. Y., became the bride of Mr. Franklin Harding Jr. Congratulations, Frank! Sorry that business prevented my accepting your very kind invitation. All of our very best wishes to you both.
Frank Quinn is still in the hoe and shovel and pick and fork industry, but he's shifted his location from Indiana to Wallingford, Vt., and promises to be present at Carnival this year.
Nick Nichols says he is "breaking into the advertising game through the back door by doing newspaper work reporting on a daily in Bergen county, New Jersey."
Here's a happy note from Al Schumacher: Dear Jack:
Here goes for a rather belated account of my doings! I have been shifting about so much during these past few months that I haven't had time to settle down and give you my little bit of news. And the worst of it is that I haven't received any word from Hanover. My ALUMNI MAGAZINES are at home waiting to be forwarded.
However, I am very much "settled down" at the present. Am running a filling station for the Continental Oil here in Tulsa corner of N. Cincinnati and Pine. I have been at the job now for three weeks, and things seem to be going along pretty well. Maybe some day I'll be able to run two stations. If any of the boys are ever down in this part of the country I certainly would like to have them drop in on me and I promise not to try and sell them the whole place.
Up to the time that I landed here in Oklahoma I had been wandering about Texas, having a good time and trying to learn a little about the oil business. I also had another vacation of a few months at home (Carmen, Mex.) with a visit to Mexico City. But from the way things are looking at present I am sure my free and easy days are over. By the way I saw Greg -Moore in San Antonio, Texas. He is trying to make the real estate business thrive, and is getting along fine.
Jack, will you have my magazines sent to the following address from now on: 1432 North Cincinnati, Tulsa, Oklahoma. Thanks! Best of luck to you,
AL SCHUMACHER
Tulsa, Oklahoma
A Little Birdie told me that Ned Kent is "guzzling law at the rate of about eleven hours a day," and that there is a certain club made up of Kent, Fisher, Chandler ('30), Symonds, Biesel, 'n' more of the same character, and that they hold forth in and around Boston, and that well that's all the Little Birdie said.
Bill Geiger is still throwing trees around out in the wilds of Washington. Says when he gets a half interest in a box of toothpicks he intends to come East and do even bigger things. Well, big things have been done with toothpicks in the past, and I guess they can be done again—eh, Willie? George Nickum still hovers about those parts too; says he has seen Dick Sankey, Bill Galley, and Bee Ball.
One of the most startling news flashes comes by underground wire from the Man- churian front, or something; Si Leach has yellow jaundice and is trying to get a job as a spy for the Chinese army. What say, old roomie can this be the truth?
Len Clark has been selling French and mathematics to the youthful knowledgehungry lads at Westminster School at Simsbury, Conn. He's also doing a little coaching of athletics along with Mem King ('30). They seem to be accomplishing something, besides getting a lot of fun and experience out of it.
Gentlemen, it gives me exceedingly great pleasure to announce the engagement of our class treasurer and class enthusiast "par great" to Miss Eleanor McElroy, Smith '81, and a sister of Jim McElroy. Most sincere congratulations, Beany! The main event is scheduled for June. Nineteen thirty-one wishes you every possible happiness.
There certainly seems to be a steady flow of Thirtyoners acquiring life-mates. What a kick when we get together at our Fifth and see little fellows toddling around the same grounds we've just finished trampling over! Sher Guernsey and his fair bride have a little bungalow in Schoharie, N. Y.; it's somewhere west of Albany.
Beany Thorn adds: "If any of the gang feel like sneaking up to Joe Dodge's in Pinkham Notch some week-end this winter for a couple days skiing, will they please get in touch with me. Does anyone know how to go to winter Olympics cheap?"
A couple of short items at hand are of interest: Horace W. (Schnitz) Schneider, with the Stock Market Statistical Bureau, Shelton, Conn. Don Ewing sends a snappy post card from the American College of Sofia, Bulgaria. "Will be here three years. Could you send me the address of O'Neill and Oelman—understand they are in Russia and Vienna, respectively?" Sorry, Don, we're still waiting to hear from those two blokes. Fact is that you are our first international correspondent.
From the Indianapolis News we learn that Miss Betty Zimmerman, younger daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. Paul Zimmerman, Brazil, Ind., and Stewart Rose Jr., Terre Haute, are in New York on a honeymoon following their wedding. (When?) They will reside in Edgegrove, near Terre Haute, upon their return. Best of luck, Stew; how's to tell us about it?
Frank Rosenthal is no longer in Wall St.; he's now a member of that hale and hearty '3l group so prominent in the R. H. Macy Cos. in New York.
It was quite a thrill to see among the forty names of those to whom the New York Americans are sending contracts none other than our own Red Rolfe. It'll be more of a thrill to see Red in action when the season gets under way. The Yankees have always had a pretty good club, what with that fellow Ruth, and Gehrig and a few others, but they ought to do still greater things with that fellow Rolfe in the line-up. We'll be leaning on that bat with you next summer, Red.
Don't forget the New York dinner Wednesday night, February 10! Sorry this letter is not up to the usual length, but lateness and the hope that there'll be enough correspondence forthcoming to make the next one longer cause me to call a halt. Abyssinia!
ON MT. WASHINGTON Hiker Thorn in the lead
LORD HALL (right) Streeter Hall in the Center and Gile on the Left
Secretary, 405 West 23d St., New York
