CLASS OF 1902

Three sons of men in our class entered Dartmouth last fall,—Sanborn C. Brown, son of Julius; Frederick Cushing, son of Dan; and James K. Irvin, son of Arba. Sanborn Brown received his early schooling at Beirut, and prepared for Dartmouth at Tabor Academy, Marion, Mass. He sings in the freshman glee club. Jim Irvin prepared for Dartmouth at Deerfield Academy, Deerfield, Mass. His last year there he made the track team, getting his letter in the quarter-mile, and also was on the glee club.

The sophomore class at Dartmouth also has three sons of 1902 men,—Lefferts P. Edson, son of P. P.; William E. Gay, son of Charles; and Sewall H. Newman, son of Sewall.

In the junior class we have four men,Herman A. Dudley, son of Charles; Robert C. Goodell, son of Robert; David L. Hatch, son of Roy; and Donald A. Murray, son of Bill.

Those in the senior class are,—Francis Brown, son of Julius; John F. Griffin, son of Jack; and George M. Hubbard Jr., son of George.

Dr. James L. Huntington is now living at 271 Beacon St., Boston, after four years in Brookline. He specializes in obstetrics. He is a trustee of St. Luke's Home for Convalescents, a vestryman of Trinity church, and secretary of the Tavern Club. His oldest son is a sophomore at Harvard. He graduated from St. Paul's School and entered Harvard with honors in every subject. During his last year in St. Paul's he was captain of the school crew. The younger son is in the Penn Charter School in Philadelphia. The ancestral home of the Huntington family at Hadley, Mass., rich in Americana, and dating back to 1752, has recently come into the possession of Dr. Huntington, and he now spends as much of his time there as his practice in Boston will permit.

Harry A. Davis, for many years traffic manager of the Boston Wool Trade Association, died March 22, 1932, in his home, 6 Willard St., Newton, Mass. He had been ill but two weeks, and death was due to double pneumonia. An account of his life and work appears under Necrology.

Tom Barnes, principal of the Lincoln School, East Orange, N. J., writes from his bed, where he was recovering from an attack of grippe; "I've been married since 1903 to the finest girl in the world. I'll show her to you in June. They do say here in the Oranges that she is the youngest-looking grandmother in captivity. Which statement leads me to say that our daughter Estelle (named for her mother) has grown up and has married a boy after my own heart named Oliver Clapp. And, a year ago January, young Tom Barnes Clapp arrived. He can already give a wahhoo-wah, and last week he confided to me that the ambition of his life is to be Dartmouth 1952.

"I notice other folks in writing to their class secretaries throw aside false modesty, or any other kind for that matter, so that when I read the reports from the classes I have a mental picture of a dive at the old swimmin' hole. So here goes!

"Our daughter and a friend of hers founded and have been carrying on for two years, the Children's Civic Repertory Theatre of the Oranges. It has received national recognition as a piece of adventurous work in the new education. The movement has been a marvelous artistic success, but even art requires money. You may have heard that we are having a mild depression around New Jersey.

"I've been in East Orange twenty years. As I have long been convinced that a principal's best services are given when he acts as a liaison officer between his school and the community, I am connected with many local organizations. Just now I am not popular with the 'unco guid' because I have a theory that Sunday movies are better for young folks than pool parlors and speakeasies.

"When I came to Jersey there were fewer alumni in the state than there are boys from Jersey in College now. The first year of the Selective Process I interviewed all the applicants from the northern half of the state by my lonesome. Some job, but lots of fun. Now a fine organization has been established, and no one man is overworked.

"A good many years ago a few of us got together and organized the Dartmouth Club of the Oranges. This has grown into the Dartmouth Club of Northern New Jersey. This month we had a dinner with a hundred and fifty present. The two speakers of the evening, Dick Plumer 'lO and Basil O'Connor 'l2, lawyers and liars both, rose and plastered my good name over with a bunch of tosh to such effect that all 150 rose and actually wah-hoo-wahed Tom Barnes. I got a lump in my throat as big as an apple and a two-gallon leak in my nose and eyes. It didn't occur to my weak intellect till the next day that I had been graduated so long and gotten so gray, that I could be used as a living symbol.

"I knew how dear old 'Clothespins' felt when we made him talk at a football meeting and he told about the old Roman custom of bringing out the sacred relics before the games.

"And that's all for this time, Bob. Use it, or cut it, or throw it away."

Elton L. Corse has changed his address to 418 11th St., Santa Monica, Calif.

The class will be glad to hear that Ben Ailing, after having been the victim of several forms of illness, is now much improved and is commencing to get around once more.

Dr. Arthur E. Pattrell writes from the Sheppard and Enoch Pratt Hospital, Towson, Md., commenting on two or three cases of serious illness in our class: "As time goes on, we will get more and more of these sad bits of news about our classmates, or possibly they will get them about us—which from our point of view will be even worse.

"I am afraid that there is nothing in particular connected with my life here that would be of interest to the class community. A mental hospital, in fact the medical profession as well as the legal, thrives on other people's misfortunes. Consequently, in these hard times, we have had more work to do and less remuneration for doing it."

Howard Harris resides at 30 King St., Worcester, Mass. He and "Art" Houghton and "Ken" Morse constitute the Worcester contingent of 1902, and we understand they get together occasionally and give the affairs of the College a thorough-going absent treatment. Howard is unmarried, and since he underwent an operation in Boston a year ago, has been obliged to give considerable attention to his health. From a recent letter of his we gleaned some entertaining reminiscences of college days: "I was glad to learn that besides 'Ken' Morse and myself, there is another disciple of old 'lke' Walton in the class. 'Shorty' knows his fish all right and where to go for them, and he knows an avocation, as he calls, it 'as is' an avocation. How any one could ever waste his time playing golf when he could fish, I never could understand.

"I never played golf in my life except for a short interval back in college, on a little three-hole course, with the home green somewhere back of old Dartmouth and Wentworth. Now this course was laid out on a little different plan than that usually in vogue. Instead of shooting the home hole last it was shot twice in the middle, on a once-over. From the home green two others were thrown out on the flanks. One of these was in the neighborhood of the observatory, and any duffer always made this easily.

"The other, however, lay on the north corner of the campus opposite the Administration Building, and to negotiate it successfully from a point in the rear of Dartmouth and Wentworth, on a line passing between those venerable structures, required a somewhat nicer stroke, as the hazards were usually extraordinary and often unlooked for-whether going out or coming in. The only balls ever used were finds on the links back of Occom pond, and the head of a broken club from the same quarter, refitted none too cleverly with a new shaft, was to my knowledge the only club ever to make its appearance. It was here that Guy Abbott and Jack Griffin got their start in what always seemed to me a bad habit. I merely mention them among the rest of that old Wentworth Hall gang, as from what I have heard and seen at reunions they got stung the hardest. What par was for that course I do not recall. It blew up soon after its inception, the course not meeting with favor at the Administration Building, owing to the general carelessness, blindness, and deafness of its hazards, and shatterless glass being unknown.

"Jack Cannell's mention of meeting you on the street in Lowell recalled to me that Karl Brackett told me some time ago of meeting him in Haverhill in front of his Flower Shop. Karl spent, if I recall correctly, three years with us, but did not graduate until 'O3 or 'O4, I am not sure which. All his ties and sympathies were with our class, and he always told me he felt himself more a member of it and yet an outlaw—not knowing just where he stood."

Mr. and Mrs. Mose B. Perkins of 2975 North Downer Ave., Milwaukee, Wis., announce the engagement of their daughter Eleanor to Mr. Paul N. Stjernholm of Barrington, 111. Miss Perkins was graduated from Milwaukee Downer College—occupational therapy course—a year ago and is now assistant in that department of the Junior League Curative Workshop here in Milwaukee. Mr. Stjernholm is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Henning D. Stjernholm, Vadstena, Sweden.

Estabrook reports that the early replies to his "reunion letter" have been overwhelmingly "yes." It is the avowed intention of the committee to make it in every sense an "easy" reunion. Easy on time, strength, and pocketbook. It is known already that some are coming who have not been there since our 10th. Come back and see how young your old college roommates and pals still look! We understand that the committee is going to offer a prize for the youngest looking grandfather.

Secretary, 319 Stevens St., Lowell, Mass.