CLASS OF 1925
Your obedient servant has just returned from the annual secretaries' meeting at Hanover, and, as is usual at these gatherings, had a grand time. Details of the meeting are described elsewhere in this number of the MAGAZINE, and we can only add that the high standard of reports, speeches, and other items of interest was maintained in a better than usual fashion. Hanover was at its best, and the indescribable thrill of getting back again was greater than ever before, if that is possible. It's about the one and only , time that we are thankful we were elected class scribe. And speaking of elections, our chest expands to announce that your Secretary was elected to the executive committee for next year. Details of this accident are as yet unpublished.
During the evening session, Orator Beaney Statzell delivered a very interesting report on the activities of the Philadelphia Alumni Association. Apparently his organization is one of the most efficiently run alumni groups in the East, and Beaney is primarily responsible for its creditable development. Later on in the evening Bob McKennan came up to the room and we had a most enjoyable pow-wow. Bob is in the final stages of obtaining his master's degree and has just finished his thesis, the subject of which was the life and habits of Central Alaskan Indians. This is the first time a study has ever been made of these natives, and as you will probably recall, Bob spent a year in the Tenama River region on this work.
Deak Blodgett was in Hanover over this past week-end and we had a merry little reunion, aided and abetted by Nate Bugbee, who claimed he just couldn't stay away any longer. Deak was on vacation, most of which he spent in Hanover, before returning to his tea-room and cafeteria in East Orange, N. J.
Had dinner in Brockton with Line Davis the other evening and discovered that said Line is rapidly becoming the "boy Edison" of these parts. He is occupied in inventing all sorts of labor-savers and utilitarian gadgets for the benefit of humanity in general. His latest device is a darned successful automatic cigarette lighter for automobiles.
Jock Brace was in a bad way this spring, as was also your overworked and undernourished Secretary. Bermuda seemed the only road to health for us, so, needless to say, we took that road. Jock is a swell traveling companion, full of helpful suggestions and hints as to the etiquette of boat travel. He has a cast-iron stomach, fortunately, and as we entered the Gulf Stream and the old Monarchof Bermuda stood on her beam-ends, your correspondent grew quite obviously what is commonly called "green about the gills." Jock crashed through handsomely with the timely suggestion that perhaps a little warm gin, taken straight, would end my distress, not to say discomfort, and if that didn't work might he suggest a glass of gin and warm lard mixed? How much further this thing would have gone I cannot say, but I do recall, just before oblivion overtook me, swinging a beautiful round-house in Jock's general direction and missing him by approximately one mile, worse luck. Our stay in Bermuda was successful from every standpoint, and we heartily recommend the trip for ailing '2sers.
Had a letter the other day from Pete Kelsey, and among other things he reported that while in Toledo not long ago he saw Art Smith, who is the tent and awning manufacturer of that city, with the Kettrick Manufacturing Co. He also ran into Hens Jones, who had just returned from Bermuda, looking disgustingly fit.
Pete writes that he is doing his best to keep after the class on the Alumni Fund at his end, which is a tough job, at best. And that reminds us, our status in regard to the Alumni Fund, as a class, is at a rather low ebb. In fact, at present we rank third from the bottom in a list of 55 classes. This low position is due to our usual slow start, for which we are notorious, but nevertheless we should see to it that the class is further along than that. We can't just sit back and let the efforts of Lou Kimball, Pete Kelsey, Connie Conrad, and Bob Borwell go unrewarded. No one is asked to make any real sacrifice—just eontribute something for auld lang syne. Class pride, and all that.
Last week-end the Secretaries Association installed a Visitors' Register at the Inn. This register gives the names and addresses, by classes, of all Dartmouth men living in Hanover. Visiting alumni can register in the book, stating where they can be found while in Hanover, and in this way visiting classmates can easily get in touch with each other during their stay.
Secretary, 67 Milk St., Boston
