CLASS OF 1931

Not very long ago we were commenting upon the number of Thirty-oners who were bringing us such charming new members. About the time the movement seemed to be resting, and we were beginning to say, "Well, guess that's enough marryin' for the present." Presto! the phone rings and it's news; and this time it is news. Here's the story:

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Hyler Merritt announce the marriage of their granddaughter Miss Harriette Lockwood to Mr. Willard Clayton "Wolff on Saturday, the sixteenth of January nineteen hundred and thirty-two, Brooklyn, New York.

The class of 1931 wishes you all the happiness in the world, Shep, and you too, Minnie,

Considering the fact that it cost three dollars, and not very many of us are paying that much for dinner these days, we were nevertheless well represented at the annual New York alumni dinner held at the Plaza on January 28. Of course, we were all disappointed in the absence of President Hopkins, but Professor Speight did a remarkable job in his role of substitute. All of it was particularly impressive to us baby alumni. It seems that wherever and whenever Dartmouth decides to do something together it is usually done and well done; this dinner was no exception. Here are the Thirty-oners who were present: Charlie Warne, Tom Williams, Dick Holbrook, Jim Lyall, George Adams, Charlie Mumma, Vic Rockhill, Charlie Schneider, Monty Smith, Bill Duncan, Mil Hallenbeck, Red Gristede, Andy Edson, Jack Leuthner, Dick Cukor, John Camph, Ed Brummer, Bill Benger, Bob Wallace, and Will Hays.

Written oil one of those fancy Varitypewriters comes the following: Dear Jack: 'Twill not be a lengthy letter, but there may be a few items of interest for you.

The New Year brought me a new job, one with the Polygraphic Company of America. It appears to be a great improvement over the last one at DeHaan. These first two weeks have been spent by obtaining a touch of each of the main departments in the factory, being right in with the workers and learning their ways of doing things. It was a real education, and it was very interesting to hear all their grievances, all their ideas on how the business should be run, etc.; it was a real example of many things we heard while taking Prof. Keir's famous courses.

Art Davis, now "medic-ing" at Wisconsin, was seen over the holidays. He does not like Wisconsin as much as Dartmouth, and reports many bull-sessions there over the relative values of the Eastern and Mid-Western colleges and universities, both scholastically and athletically. Peanut Winslow is back kicking again after a brief sickness of "Lord knows what." Hal Bond is working for the Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company, not behind a counter as he used to be out on the Cape, but in the accounting offices.

'Tis all for this time, as the lunch hour is up. Will see you at the next class dinner.

Best regards, WALT HAUSMAN

New York city.

Forsha Russell is working in a bank in Oklahoma City. How goes it, Russ? Dan Denham has left the International Mercantile Marine, and is now in the adjustment department of S. H. Kress Co. .05, .10, .15, .20, .25, .30, .35, .40, .45, .50, .55, .60, .65, .70, .75, .80, .85, .90, .95, wheeeee SI.OO. Boy! a store with all those prices needs some adjustment!

John Camph was the first to hear from the O'Neill (anyway it's the first thing we've had available for our colyum). The letter is dated January 29, 1932, and bears the following letterhead: FONO VICTORIAALCUDIA DE MALLORCASPAIN

. . . which isn't the address at all, because I never know two weeks ahead where I'll be. The address until I get back to God's country (which McCord tells me he's forgotten) is care of the American Express Co., Paris, France, for forwarding. Says Chucker:

"Here in Majorca, where we find ourselves now and have found ourselves for a month and a half past, room costs exactly 44 cents a day. That's room and board complete, with all the wine you can carry away from the table. All expenses total up to about five bucks a week for living . . . two months of this and who knows, I might kick out with the great American novel. Or at least with the great American joke. Haircut and shave here comes to nine cents, and that includes a fine generous tip. If you find the going at all hard in the Metropolitan area, stick a toothbrush in your pocket, a woman on your arm, and dash off to this place where they've never heard of the industrial revolution. If they've heard of it they think it failed. It is the cheapest place to live in all the world, and they throw in fine muchachas and orange and olive trees to make it worth your while. Eight now we're mixing writing with Roman excavation work and a little fine and fancy sleeping. I left the native land in October with Joe Barrington and a lot of heart and little money and put in a couple weeks in Ireland, two weeks in London, a couple of weeks in Paris (the women all have price tags on their collars), a little time in Geneva, Switzerland (where Joe Burns and Frank Tragle helped make the scene of tremendous interest), Marseilles (which is the toughest town in Europe in the Chicago sense), and then on to these Spanish-owned islands in the Mediterranean. We've had two street fights, crashed the Paris opera house, danced and played the violin for two nights in a Spanish theatrical company, and rewrote the ending for a play, too, and played it with the new ending in the Abbey theatre in Dublin. France is socked up to the teeth in guns and confidence, and if a European war starts again (which isn't at all too unlikely), a great deal of French will be spoken by one side. Here in Alcudia we do a little shovel work on Soman, Moorish, and Neanderthal ruins, and have been elected to the Acudiense Recreo Club. The dues and entry fees for three months total exactly twenty-four cents. I don't want to boast about our club, but we've taken some of the finest men on campus. We have the captain of bullfighting team and some fine men in the olive tree competition. We figured out that these were the boys we had to live with for three years, and we're satisfied that we've joined a group that will be congenial. This land is thousands of years old. They still dip up water from the wells with Moorish bucket systems. And maybe it's surprising, but we don't get particularly drunk. I'll probably get back to Connecticut sometime in late spring."

Wottalife!

From Harvard Business School: Dear Jack: It has been a long time since I decided that I would sit down and get a letter off to you right away; but when the opportunity of doing a little real service came along I decided to put an end to all this postponing.

While reading your most interesting column in the ALTJMNI MAGAZINE, I found someone asking for Oelman's address, and also asking about O'Neill's being in Russia or some place. From what I could gather at Carnival (it was a dandy, and about as good looking a bunch of girls as I ever hope to see), O'Neill is living with our old village philosopher J. Gordon Barrington on an island called Majorca in the Balearic group. As near as I can gather, the address is care the American Express Co., Palma de Majorca. Oelman is situated at 12 Lowelstrasse, No. 1, Vienna, Austria. There you are, Don, and I hope they will do you some good.

In the course of mid-year exams here at the factory I decided that it was high time that I find some hobby for a diversion, and while wandering around Harvard Square a packet of stamps at a quarter caught my eye. I bought the thing, got a partner for it, and proceeded to soak paper off of stamps in my more tired moments during the period. As a result, I have gotten the stamp collecting bug, and if any of the boys feel like gathering up a few around their native haunts, I would be more than pleased to receive them.

Our classmate Buzz Jones skipped away a week ago last Sunday, as you have probably seen in the papers, and has not been heard from since. No one seems to have a single clew about him, and a good many are getting into quite a stew over it. Any news, of course, would be greatly appreciated by both the school and his family and friends.

Getting back to Carnival for a minute, it seemed almost as though our class was still in school from the number of the boys present for the occasion. The weather was mild, and the ski-jump was delightful, not too cold, and some very long jumps were made. The snow sculptures were the best ever, and the outdoor night went off shipshape except that the judges did not pick the queen quickly enough, and held up her rescue from the gnomes who held her imprisoned. All very interesting.

Keep up the good work, Jack, your column is the nuts, and I am really enjoying it. Hope I'll get to see you soon.

Yours, JIM RICE

Chase E 34,Soldiers Field,Boston, Mass.Feb. 9, 1932.

We used to think of Wisconsin as a perfectly sahwell place to get summer schoolin', but guess they keep it open in the winter too. Dear Jack:

"Better late than never."

I was all set up to go to the business school at Penn, but after much deep thought I finally decided to forget a business career, and study medicine. However, a few pre-medical courses were lacking to my credit, and after hearing so much about Wisconsin—here I am.

They have a beautiful location here with the main buildings on one hill and the Capitol on the other, and the whole town surrounded by five lakes. However, to offset its beauty is the fact that one has to climb the hill, and in winter time one should have alpine walking sticks to make victory assured. From all reports it seems as though this is the ideal place to go to summer school (uh-huh) women- beer—fine weather—beautiful countryside, sports, etc.

Since graduation I have seen only a few of the boys, and they are in New York. It seems hard to believe that some 400 fellows can get scattered all over the globe so quickly. Not to see a familiar face just about puts the finishing touch to this Dartmouth homesickness. If any of the fellows happen to be passing through this vicinity, I'll be only to glad to extend whatever board and lodging is available.

Best of luck.

Sincerely, ART DAVIS

Madison, Wis.

Well, suh, the New York delegation of 1931 crashed through again. Our second class dinner was even better attended than our first one, so that's a new record. There were 46 present this time. We're all very grateful to Charlie McAllister, who has taken over the handling of these get-togethers. Showing of the class movies was a huge success. There are three reels of 1931 life in Hanover, included in which is the barbecue, the White Church fire, Commencement, fraternity clowning, and a whole raft of stuff. Dick Fisher and Charlie Engstrom certainly did a wonderful job in preserving the records for us. They ought to get to your local opera house most any day now. Here's the list of men attending the dinner: Kirk Baron, Dick Cukor, Homer MacVean, Frank McCord, Les Klein, Ab Epstein, Wally Thorsen, Shep Wolff, Chuck Briggs, Red Gristede, Ken Fraser, Ned Pitkin, Bill Benger, Gordon Carver, Mickey Syrek, Hal Radin, Ned Rosen, Tom Williams, Charlie Warne, Bill Schuldenfrei, Marty Zinn, Charlie Mumma, Harry Townsend, Sid Rubin, Walt Hausman, Don Stoddard, Monty Smith, Jack Leuthner, Johnny Camph, Pete Boynton, Andy Edson, Hank Richmond, Johnny Milos, Earl Morawski, Bill Little, Hughie Neely, Frank Hodson, Ed Brummer, Bill Galley, Dan Denham, Howie Holman, Jack Weatherley, and Eddie Gruen.

Plans for the next get-together are being tentatively arranged for a supper and dancing. More about this in the next issue.

Guess we don't really know just how lonesome it is in some parts of the world, espedaily after four years of anything but lonesomeness:

Dear Jack: Just a line to let you know tliat I am still in the land of the living and taking an active part in things, the main trouble being that this neck of the woods is so far away that I get very little news of what is happening in the outside world. I am the only representative of Dartmouth down here, and so I miss any gossip or news about the place. I do get the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, now that I am in town, and that helps a lot.

Ever since before Christmas, I have been down on the Mexican border trying to get an irrigation project started, but it has been an uphill pull and still is. Believe me, this real estate game is not all it could be.

Since I have been home I have seen two and only two Dartmouth men: Al Schumacher and Joe Linz. Joe seems to be getting along first rate in Dallas as an interior decorator with an architect; Al was only passing through on his way to Oklahoma. Well, perhaps I will be able to get away in the spring long enough to make the long trip East for a short visit to familiar places in the White Mountains. Until then I must be content to get any news through your efforts in the MAGAZINE.

Please remember me to all the fellows. GREG MOORE

601 Aurora Apts.,San Antonio, Texas.

Art Spiegel says he's up to his ears in work out in 'Chicago. He's with the Walter Field Company there. ("A bargain mail order house," roars the letterhead.) Well, we all know what Art can do when he gets going, and it seems as though he's well under way.

I always perk up at a letter postmarked Mo. on accounta it might be from Kansas City, and that is the world's wonderspot for them as don't know it. However this note is from St. Louis:

Dear Jack: Now that the W. W. Grants have forsaken Denver and since no one has appeared to claim the rather lonely honor, I really believe that Bill Palmer and I are the only '31 men west of the Mississippi. Bill may by now be scalped away out thar in tha West, but his last words indicated that he was started on his golden way in the field of banking. As for myself, I almost signed up with that fast moving team of Mumma and Rockhill, which I understand is doing so well for the Chase National. However, I couldn't resist the call of the West. My hat and coat may be found daily at the Southwestern Bell Telephone Company here.

I note from the letters in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, which is in truth a godsend for those of us who have strayed from the clan or who do not live in New York or Boston, that Cliff Powers is worried about the Indians. We are all living in wigwams out here, due more, however, to the "repression" than to a preponderance of Indians.

Hoping that all the boys who took the pictures on Old Timers Day do not turn into blackmailers, and that we continue that old zippy optimism which seems to pervade all our communications, I am sincerely,

GRAY MAGEE

St. Louis, Mo. P. S. Since leaving Bill in California in the middle of the summer, I haven't laid eyes on a Thirty-oner.

Another prospective new member for 1931: Dear Jack: I've withheld writing until something came up which I felt might be news. As you know I'm located at the Episcopal Theological School in Cambridge, and after three years expect to be an ordained gospel peddler.

Of more immediate interest is the fact that my engagement was announced last week to Bettee Ann Young, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Young of Concord, Mass., and Erie, Pa. Miss Young has attended Sea Pines School and also the Villa Maria Academy in Erie. We plan to be married on April 5 in Trinity church, Concord, where I have been acting in the capacity of assistant minister.

Sincerely, JIM MCELROY

Cambridge, Mass.

Sittin' in amongst 'em down at the legal well of knowledge in Cambridge is none other than our old Goppo Forrie Norris. Here's the tough grind that they're all writing home about:

"At present am whiling away my time recovering from the first uninterrupted dose of the law of our dear country. So help me Hannah (what's this—a new gel, Goppo?), I haven't the slightest suspicion of what it is all about. At any rate the seats are comfortable. No classes until ten o'clock; a gentlemen's joint, and it's a swell place to keep in out of the rain. Luckily I can't get the sack until June. It's better than Eccy 1-101, but still it's not so hot." . . . "Not much excitement around here, just getting fat and bald as hell. Greig, Phinney, and Blatz have an apartment down at the end of the street and cook all their own meals, Greig being chief chef. When I get my health back, I'm going down to dinner."

How about writing in and suggesting a contest of some kind—ya know a contest it don't make much difference what kind, so long as it will pull a lot of contestants? See you soon, I hope.

Secretary, 405 West 23d St., New York