CLASS OF 1931
Late again. Sorry, but the carving of a career—especially in its early stages—takes one helluva lot of time. Somebody ought to agree with me.
Gentlemen, it has long been our hope that before very many moons this good old class of 1931 would boast of at least four or five regional organizations. Here in New York, under the able guidance of Skiffy McAllister, we have been unusually successful in every event planned to date. The large turnout at each affair seems to indicate quite a bit of enthusiasm. The next get-together is scheduled for March 30—unfortunately, before this glamorous book reaches you—it will be in the form of a dinner party at a Greenwich Village watchamajig—mixed attendance; dancing; at cetera. (If you are concerned about the "at cetera" see the next issue.) Now we are happy to announce that "1931 in Chicago" will soon launch its first round-up. Shorty Burr is going to try to arrange the affair, with the assistance of Russ Beckwith and Bob Chapman. Even the New York delegation wishes them a swell send-off. We hope that in the next issue we will be able to make a similar announcement regarding Boston. And we also hope that in the very near future other regions will be established.
Perhaps one of the nicest descriptions of that oft-described Harvard Law School, which houses so many of our ambitious classmates ,is contributed by Jim Rick:
"... drifting merrily along in a legal haze which has no end nor any conceivable solution. This latter part worries me at times, especially in one of our courses colloquially called 'the mystery,' because as far as I can tell even the great and redoubtable Philo Vance would be groping in a maze along with the other poor devils up here."
Gadzoonds! Jim, is it as bad as all that? We advertising "people" quite frequently find ourselves somewhat remote from the problem at hand (as may be observed in contemporary exhibits), but willy-nilly you will always find a ready answer, solution, or alibi in the tool kit of the author.
A choice note from Dick Holbrook is at hand:
Hi Jack: Rambling around I've run into a few of the '31ers whom your "Winchelling" has thus far eluded.
For instance, passing through Concord after a run up to Pinkham Notch over Lincoln's birthday, I ran into Ben Hutton. Believe it—he's teaching school thereabouts, but says that '3lers are scarce as Hanover cats in Concord town.
I seem to remember some faces at Carnival Rog Burrill up at Theta Chi churning real music out of his "Deep Sea Lowdown" Dick McKnight in a dark corner—Durfee Day with a fair one over at Kappa Sig forgot what he said he was up to—maybe Harvard.
And one time at Boston spent a couple of days with Rod Clarke, a hound for insurance, who saw Bunce Clarkson at a dance for the benefit of employees of the New England Mutual Life Insurance Company in Worcester. Rod says Johnny Cogswell is engaged to a girl from Evanston—or did you know?
Around New York I've seen Ron Currie up at Columbia getting an M.A.; Bob Spotts, not satisfied with completing a physics major up at school is now nosing into a three-year course for a C. P. A.; Art Davis at a Phi Kap dinner, fresh from Wisconsin Medical School and bursting our illusions about the fair co-eds there; Dutch Holland toying with toys at Macy's and incidentally looking so smooth I didn't recognize him at first; and just last night at the Dartmouth Club seeing Ed Brummer, who is working in town and "would appreciate any dope on Buzz Jones. If a '31er should see him, drop a line to Ed care of the Dartmouth Club. That' 's my story.
Sincerely,
DICK * 5 Huguenot Drive,Larchmont, New York. Thanks, Dick. That was surely a lot of help. Wish there were a whole lot more like that.
Ab Epstein is going great guns here in this noisy community. I'm told that we are soon to see a magazine cover in his own inimitable style.
Gosh, it was certainly a big thrill to hear the Barbary Coast on the Lucky Strike Radio program the other night. And the music came straight from the floor of Alumni Gymnasium, where the Green Key Prom was in full swing. That, too, added a thrill, since the 1931 Green Key inaugurated this affair in the late winter of 1930.
New York Dartmouth men turned out in great numbers for the Columbia-Dartmouth basketball fiasco t' other night. We witnessed the Green's championship hopes take rather a severe fall, but it lost none of the glamour, nevertheless, for we Hanover-hungry working boys.
Gray Magee is still with the Southwestern Bell Telephone Company, and so well satisfied that he feels glad he made the change from the Chase Bank in New York last fall.
Bob Baumrucker is with the Stromberg-Allen Company at 430-432 South Clark St., Chicago. He's in charge of their direct mail advertising division. He also manipulates their house organ.
Charlie Nims is a banker—yep—he's affiliated with the Second National Bank of Boston. You'll also find him at Number 6 Agassiz St., Miles Standish Apartments, Cambridge, Mass. Comes a welcome note from Red West: Dear Jack: After having the best of intentions, those things for which there is a special place in hell, for months, at last here goes for what it may be worth.
I'm working here in Leechburg in a steel company, the West Leechburg Steel Company, doing efficiency work; am reasonably single, and perenially broke. I haven't seen a Dartmouth man since I came out here, but I've heard from a few, and here's what dope I have.
John Peacock is in the magazine business in Naples, N. Y. Bill Peschko working in a hotel in St. Petersburg, Fla.
Ed Mecutchen is absorbing some sort of graft in the form of a position with the S. P. C. A. in Philadelphia.
George Tarr is teaching in a private school in New Britain, Conn.
Sam Crocker is reported to be the works in the Latin department of Orange High School, Orange, Mass.
I find that the supply of useful information is rapidly exhausted, and begin to realize what your problems as secretary are. Best of luck, and I enjoy your notes each month. S'long,
RED WEST
Box 383,Leechburg, Pa.
Well-well-well-well, from "Dan's Restaurant" in Pittsburgh, Pa., comes a letter actually written on the menu as suggested in a recent installment of this colyum: Dear Jack:
Here's one to add to your collection. I am heartily ashamed of myself for not letting you know of my whereabouts ere this.
At present I am located in Pittsburgh with the W. T. Grant Co. (25c, 50c, $1.00). After working 14 hours a day since the middle of September I have been rewarded; I've been taken out of the basement and am now starting my climb up the ladder of success from the ground floor. Although Eddie Pastore and I are working for the same concern, I've seen neither hide nor hair of him since we received our sheepskins last June. Saw AI Jones the other day, and he looks hale and hearty in spite of just having gone through a siege of Pitt Law School exams. Best of luck,
STEVE HALL
W. T. Grant Co.,510 Market Street,Pittsburgh, Pa.
Not long ago there was a very famous reunion which deserves at least mention, even if discretion prohibits going into details. It took place in Hartford, Conn., where it seems these reunioners had forgathered many times before. Believe it or not—they were six roommates while in Dartmouth; Dick Fisher, Johnny Reno, Len Clark, Shep Wolff, Ned Kent, and Charlie McAllister. Gee—that ought to have established some kind of a record. (As a matter of fact it did, but once again I am forbidden to say more.)
Bill Alton, that leather mitten king of the canvas country, has at last been located. He's switched from leather to pipe lines; that's a rather logical sequence. Says Willie: "Just got up here in Kansas this morning from Central Oklahoma, and intend to be here about a month. At present I am surveying pipe lines through which we ship crude oil to the Chicago refinery of the Standard Oil Cos. of Indiana. My special job is using a few new instruments to tell where the bad spots of pipe are, so that we may catch them before they rust through and break. It's darn interesting work, and it looks as though I am slowly getting ahead. Also it is a good chance to see plenty of the West—for since I came out here in June I have worked for the Company in Illinois, Kansas, Oklahoma, Missouri, Texas, and lowa.
"Expect to be back at Hanover next winter to finish up at Tuck School and then take some engineering some other place." The address (although it's probably been changed since) is Eureka, Kans. Bob Oelman is at the University of Munich at—now get this—c/o Herr Sil-Vara, Lowelstrasse 12, I Wien. Says Bob:
"My four months here has taught me one thing at least. This business called international peace; co-operation; or what you will, is an idealistic brain-child conceived in the minds of politically isolated Americans and super-idealistic Europeans, whose birth, unfortunately, lies far, far in the future Something is going to happen; I don't know when, I don't know what—but when French ammunition factories, desirous of business, can encourage Japan to attack China, while the League of Nations, tied into a knot because of a stupid sub-division of Article 15 I believe it is, looks on helpless, the time is not paved for peace.
"Si Leach had several stitches taken in his arm—as a result of a 'luesching' accident (whatever that is) in Switzerland."
Snooky Leach, what is this here luesching? Most any day now I'm expecting a flock of letters, gentlemen. I cannot tell yet who they will be from nor what they will say—but believe me I need 'em. What d' ya say, huh?
Secretary, 405 West 23rd St., New' York
