CLASS OF 1931
For a good many reasons this is destined to be a short note, the most important of which is that it's late.
As some of you may know, your Secretary has just returned from that priceless reward for one year's "work"—a trip to Hanover. As Jim Godfrey so aptly intimated in his letter to Beany Thorn, the only things about Hanover which change are faces. There are lots of new ones there. But matters very little to any of us who yearn for a reliving of some of the most glorious days of our lives. Believe it or not, it didn't rain! So we witnessed Yale and Dartmouth split a double-header; and we played golf (the best greens are still unplayable); and we had innumerable bull sessions; and we saw 1931 predominate in the graduate schools (Tuck is about due to finish another year any day now); and we had a most enjoyable luncheon as the guest of Dartmouth's first lady, Mrs. Hopkins; but most of the time we had meetings—flocks of 'em. It seems that one of the most urgent problems confronting class secretaries is the matter of adequate correspondence from classmates. Had I not been feeling the weight of my necessary timidity due to overpowering factors such as age and experience, I should have piped up and told them that 1981 is having a grand old time—and the Secretary is burdened with a minimum of difficulty.
Ed Elmer lets us know that he is a member of the teaching staff at Edwards High School, Edwards, N. Y.; teaching music and liking it a lot. He is also responsible for the news that Swede Howard's engagement to Miss Katliryn Drake of Guilford, Me., has been announced. Congratulations, George.
Saw Len Clark and Mem King ('30) in Simsbury, Conn., where they are teaching and coaching at Westminster School. It was Father's Day, so the boys, (as well as the faculty) were all spruced out. Len is contemplating business in the near future— Frozen Foods is waiting for him, but no press announcement as yet.
Gran'pa Andres has been moving silently along. Just as in college, one never hears much about Harold until he's done something. Boston tells me he is now a manager of one of the A. & P. Stores.
Harvard Business School seems to be flourishing under the keen stimulus of 1931. Boston's feminine voice seemed most concerned about such names as Biesel, Johnson, Kent, Noyes, Blatz, Norris, Fisher, Phinney, and—well J that's all I happen to remember.
Rod Hatcher says he has had one memorable year in Hanover. He looks very well, once again. Says he is to be with the National City Bank in New York after graduation.
John Reno continues to be his own bubbling self—about to end his Tuck School career and take its teachings to his dad's well-known department store in Macomb, Ill.
Ned Rosen was in Hanover—, said it was just a vacation, the length of which depended upon news from the front.
Beany Thorn's Alumni Fund letter was a corker. No need of my repeating it here, since it went to everyone in the class anyway. But I would like to supplement his plea with a few Hanover-gleaned comments. There is nothing crucial about the condition of Dartmouth; it seems highly improbable that there ever will be. Too many men love it too much. The permanence of the College is a monument to the spirit which has always been and always will be its most glorious characteristic. That spirit does not distinguish between large and small benefactions—it is only a feeling which you yourself are best able to describe. Once each year that feeling is given a chance to express itself in the form of contributions to the Alumni Fund. It happens that this is an unusually lean year; but you and I know that it is not so bad that we cannot spare at least a little. Charlie McAllister at 342 Madison Ave., New York, and Beany Thorn at Hudson, N. Y., are working their heads off to have 1931 make a good showing—but they shouldn't have to.
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