CLASS OF 1926
The following is the sixth and final of a series of letters written to the class by each member of the executive committee: Dear Brant: Now, what ever happens in March—in Hanover??! Any other month, and there'd be so many Twenty-sixers in town you couldn't see 'em for students, but in March,no one comes a-visiting. Well, we can't blame 'em. Campus full of duckboards and so much mud between Commons and Dartmouth that we have to take soundings to navigate. The time of year when profs are telling their classes: "Now is the time to get a lot of work done, for when spring does come, if ever, this place is not conducive to study." And the freshmen, most of whom have never seen the North Countree in the spring and have no conception of how lovely it really is, simply growl, murmur: "Oh, yeah?" and go back to sleep. In short, it's the stretch between Carnival and Easter, you know—the time of year when one schemes desperately to get out of Hanover, and once out, hurries to get back for fear he's missing something in town, where almost nothing exciting is happening.
The fratres in urbe at doctoribus now number but six. We were seven, but Charlie McKenna decided to spend the winter in Florida (Softie!!), and Helen and he left just before Christmas. They are in, at, or more probably on, Daytona Beach at this writing, watching Sir Malcolm Campbell. We miss them and their South Park Street hospitality dreadfully. Perhaps they'll return when the great ice sheet recedes.
Sid Hayward can be seen almost any morning peering wistfully from a dusty Administration Building window across the expanse of water that was once the Campus; and worrying audibly about such things as the Alumni Fund, the MAGAZINE, class agents, and whatever else the Secretary of the College worries about. Sid and Barbara are living in the Whittaker Apartments this year.
By uptown Sanborn-to-Baker Subway, I can reach Paul Allen in about three minutes. I could reach him in two minutes except for an oil painting, "Simeon and the Infant Savior" by Spagnoletto, which hangs in the subway and is rather arresting. Don't fail to visit the subway when you are next in Hanover—there are no turnstiles. Anyhow, Paul sits at a desk marked: "Reference," and if there is anything in Baker he doesn't know about, it must be in Carpenter or Chandler. He can show you everything in the library from the Archives to the Carillon. A real bibliophile, he lives in the Howe Library building.
Up in Choate House you'll find Lou Ingram teaching citizenship—industrial society to you. Since the last of January, Lou is the father of a boy, Louis Junior. At the Hospital (nine to twelve by appointment), two classmates, Doctors Ralph Jones and Abner Oakes, are kept very, very busy. Ab's engagement to Miss Mar jorie Allyn of Montreal was announced in February.
Speaking of Doctors, Harry Savage, practicing in Lebanon, is getting himself a splendid reputation up in this part of the world as a specialist in children's diseases. Next year Hugh Morrison will be with us. He has been appointed assistant professor in the department of art. Rumor has it that Morey Storer is also to be on the faculty next fall, although final details are not yet available.
It has been a lousy winter! I mean outside of the basketball team smashing up, too. Last winter we were on skis fifty-two days. This year I've been out twice. There just hasn't been any outdoor winter weather this side of Moosilauke. No, I'll take that back. Carnival was perfect on account of the D. O. C. Got four inches of snow two days before the ski-jumping, but it hasn't been the sort of winte that brings alumni back. Between the depression and the incontestable fact that the Gulf Stream has changed its course and is now coming up the Connecticut river we've had a dearth of visitors. Still, there have been a few.
Ed Hassett came to ski and remained to read. The Alumni Carnival (which by the way is getting to be a real mid-winter party) brought Joe Batchelder, George Scott, and Frosty Howland. Scotty was the only man in town with a derby, but he did take it oS when he went out to Moose Cabin. Jeff Glendinning, who lives with Cox in Boston, brought word that Randall is behaving himself, wanted to come along, but was held up by the law. I guess he meant the profession, nothing more. That reminds me, I saw Bobo Williams and Bill Barclay about New Year's. Bobo is broadcasting every Saturday afternoon from 5 to 6 over WEAF—something about contract bridge. Evvy and Jake Jacobus came up for a week-end, visiting friends in Orford. Jake decided to do skiing, and came to town for some corduroys, which turned out to be too small. So he had to come down again to change them. Life is like that in Hanover, Jake. There just aren't any secrets!
Art Forrest sent Mona up as one of the Carnival chaperones. Why don't some more of you benedicts do that? Tom Farwell was head judge of Carnival ski-jumping this year. You should see the booty Doug Everett brought back from Placid. The Olympic hockey team apparently was presented with everything but the bobsled run. White wool ski outfit, sweaters and jerseys with Olympic emblems, complete hockey regalia, medals, what a haul! I hoped Bob Minton fared as well. They certainly deserved everything. By the way, will '26 be represented at the Olympics on the Coast this summer? Probably Ritchie Smith would know. Campus talk in Hanover indicates that about half of the College plans to trek out by Ford, hitchhiking, blind baggage, or through the Canal. Might be an excuse for a reunion??? I can't go because I have to recruit youngsters to go to camp with me on Cape Cod each summer, but there seems to be much interest.
Flash Fallon was here with Bill Cunningham and Gus Sonnenberg the week-end of the Green Key Prom. I saw him only a minute, ong enough to learn that he's still in Sanford, Me., coaching. Incidentally, Hayward and self helped pick the queen of the Prom that same week-end. Both of us admit we did an awfully good job. It wasn't even in the bag—for her escort was a West Pointer! Oh, well . . .
News leaks in slowly from the world with-out.
Ken Andler is in Newport, N. H.; married to Dolores (McGown). He is, I believe, practicing law and doing some newspaper work. Tom Littlefield announces a "first edition," Frederic Karl, born February eighteenth. Good going, Hanff! A Christmascard from Bill Uehlein was mailed from Hongkong and said that by the time it arrived he would be in Manila. He gets around! He is still with United States Rubber, apparently seeing the Far East through a porthole. Last year he was in Batavia, Java.
What has happened to the proposed "class plan"? Some of us were up at "The Farm" last Sunday to chop next winter's supply of white birch before the sap begins to run, and also for a supper and slight poker game. Remembering the decision made up there back in the fall, we wondered casually if the thing is really going through?
I manage to keep busy with three sections of English. Hour exams soon. Remember, "What is the meaning of the Dartmouth College motto?" They're still like that. You're right, it's time I signed off. I will, because today is town election day and I must go down and vote for a proposed bill to legalize Sunday movies at the Nugget. Can't imagine who'd vote against it. What this town needs is more Twenty-six visitors. I usually have a spare bed.
All the best,
DEAN CHAMBERLIN
In answer to Dean's inquiry regarding the class plan, it is suggested that he hop on an elevated, have the conductor stop at the Administration Building, and interview Secretary Hayward. The material for the Fifth Year Report which contains the class plan was forwarded to Sid during the month of January, and the publication was anticipated during the month of February. Sid alone knows the status of the matter.
Risking repetition of information contained in the last ALUMNI MAGAZINE, and in addition to Doug Everett's accomplishments on the U. S. Olympic hockey team, none other than Bob Minton was braker on the two-man flying bobsled team piloted by Jack Heaton which took third place in the Olympics.
Elsewhere in this issue information is contained upon the Dartmouth Club of Northern New Jersey, which holds its organization meeting and dinner on March 2, 1932, at the Essex County Country Club in West Orange. Among the 166 Dartmouth alumni '26 was ably represented by Bob Riotte, Bill Hughes, Charlie Bishop, Homer Shaver, Les Talbot, Van Duyn, and yours truly.
And weren't we surprised to receive an announcement that our well-known Commons saxophone tooter, Dick Gunthorp, treaded the church aisle on February 23 to place a wedding ring upon the finger of Miss Marion Josephine Phillips of Evanston, Ill. Bill Hughes tells us that the happy couple stopped off in New York last Thursday en route to Bermuda. It is anticipated that upon their return they will spend a few days in the big city and give this section of the country a chance to celebrate the event.
Some of the members of the class are well aware of the interest which Les Waggener's father and mother have shown. Shortly after Les' death, they contributed the sum of $1000, of which the income is to be credited to the 1926 class quota of the Alumni Fund. This is just one illustration of their efforts to help 1926. Your scribe has had a number of letters from Mr. Waggener, and I am sure their interest not only runs to the class in general but to each individual member. Only last Saturday, I arrived at home to find a large box of Texas pecans awaiting me from Mr. and Mrs. Waggener. I would like nothing better than to have all of us gather around an open fire in some Outing Club cabin, talk over old times, and enjoy this very generous gift. I am setting forth this individual kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Waggener because I feel that it is indicative of their interest in and feeling toward each member of the class.
The Fifth Year Report, which you will note above is being edited and published by Sid Hayward, should be in the mails before the next issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE appears. The report contains what is termed a class plan for members to contribute to the Alumni Fund, the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, and class dues in one item. Despite the depression, we hope that this effort on the part of all contributing members will be responded to by members of the class so as to improve our Alumni Fund quota, insure each member of receiving the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, and give the class treasury a small amount to carry on its work. Incidentally, the information which I have is that the publication of this report will cost the class almost $500. No charge is anticipated for the report, and if you enjoy it and feel that it is worth repeating in the future, we solicit your support in the form of contributions to the class plan.
The publication of Ritchie Smith's letter in last month's issue has brought forth a very welcome response as follows, and we trust that there will be many more to fill up the remaining issues:
Dear Brant:
I had a client come in this morning and tell me, among other things, that this old world is now "indepressione" or something. I am told that it is darn good form to quit work now and compare notes with one's correspondents regarding the utter rottenness of business. O.K. While the gang are out at lunch I take this opportunity to pick out this festive greeting, trusting and praying that the months of silence have not created any belief in your worthy mind that I have departed this life, been disbarred or committed mayhem.
This law business isn't a bad racket in the sticks. I have put in a bit of extra time on probate work, and now can look fondly at my files and see ham and eggs for a few years anyway. Half a million in estates that are crying for legal care will keep the wolf from the door for awhile. Frankly, business is fine. My father has gone political, and that darn game has caught my interest too, so there is the much touted "avocation" that we were told we must develop. Just got elected as chairman of the county Republican council, or some such thing, with a full fall ahead.
Three months of married bliss have put about fifteen pounds on the old frame, so there is no physical likeness to the old Maekay. The good frau is not worrying, but she does say that a double chin on yours truly was the last thing she anticipated.
The family homestead has been duly finished and mortgaged,—only some grading being left undone. It is a perfectly respectable place,—snowproof and quiet. When the burdens of the world rest too heavily on any of the boys down your way we will be all too glad to take 'em in for a week-end or more and put them back on their feet. Pass the word along that there is an annex to the Inn now open at 408 Adams St., Quincy, Mass., and that any of the boys that can drag their feet thereto will be assured of a most hospitable welcome. The food will be handed out in impressive doses, so better bring along a toothbrush. And think of it!—free!
A 1 Lowell is still hounding me for more in the New York Life insurance, etc. He has been doing such a business hereabouts that we are now in a position to attend the next annual meeting and elect our own officers. Who ever thought that the grand old class would own its own insurance company? It looks that way now, though.
This bird Dexter W. Wilbar is trying to get out of bed (pneumonia, or a lesser evil) long enough to get married. He assures me it will not be long. He and the district attorney (his father) are making things hot for my poor clients, but we still remain on speaking terms. Between bridge matches Jr. is bringing suits that make the district sit up.
By the way, I once had a roommate. Ever poor on writing, he has failed utterly to let me know whether or not he is alive this year. If you are ever introduced to a Thomas C, Colt Jr., please get him to send me a pretty postcard or something equally unusual.
And above all, carry on. The D. A. M. came this morning. Hence this mistake.
Yours,
MACKAY
New addresses are reported by the alumni office as follows:
J. Parry Sheftall, Box 1001, Nashville, Tenn. Arthur L. Nathanson, 1439 Ocean Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y.
Henry G. Lamb, Box 22, Fitchburg, Mass. Fred P. Gurney, 68 Winnifred Rd., Brockton, Mass.
Edward E. Emerson, Emerson School for Boys, Exeter, N. H.
Charles M. McKenna, 413 Arroyo Lane, Daytona Beach, Fla.
Herbert Darling, 782 Roselawn Ave., Mt. Lebanon, Pittsburgh, Pa.
William B. Cox, Business—Capital Plumbers Supply Co., 151 Walnut St., Hartford, Conn.; Residence—1 Huntington St., Hartford, Conn.
Arthur F. Cunningham, Business—711 Paulsen Bldg., Spokane, Wash.; Residence Roosevelt Apts., Spokane, Wash.
1060 Broad St., Newark, N. J.
