Class of 1930
Not having contributed anything last month but the report of the meeting of the executive committee, we have quite a bit of accumulated material this month, which, taken with the offerings from the Alumni Records Office in address changes and the like, would provide enough grist to keep us pounding away until the small hours. Which latter won't happen, because (to bring in local color after a long abstinence) it is the eve of Carnival, the Outing Club has pulled the usual last-minute snowstorm out of a hat, and the town is astir with what seems like more than usual excitement. The next few days will no doubt produce a Thirtyman or two, who may be reported on in last-minute bulletins if the press deadline permits.
Before beginning to pull communications and address changes out of the pile, there is a second-hand verbal report about Al Marsters to be recorded. Al, after an undergraduate career spread so broadly across newspaper pages, has taken himself into such seclusion with his law books of late that we haven't been able to pick up even a first-hand paragraph for these columns. Our informant reports Al doing well in the study of law at Boston University. He took enough time off from study during the fall to coach the backs of a Boston high school football team. For the rest, he seems to be reserving most of his off-study time for his girl.
Kel Clow, the "third class" West Pointer, writes to reserve wine, women, and song for some company-mates who are to visit Hanover this month with the Army gym team. It is pleasant to hear from Kel, but he poses a knotty problem.
Bob Chittim, apologizing for his unregenerate, uncommunicative record to date, makes up for past omissions with the report that he has been working in Cleveland for the past twenty months with Chase Brass and Copper Company, starting as flunky and eventually working up to the office boy's dignity and finally to his present status as inside salesman. He finds Cleveland a sociable town; escaped being run over by Wes Wilkinson, whom he reports in either a bank or a law office and looking prosperous anyway; recalls Cliff Vogt as the star ball-player of a Dartmouth jamboree on some safe island in Lake Erie; mentions Johnny Marsh as a student of music, and Lee Chilcote as a social light who never fails to shine on an important event; and looks along a somewhat rocky and vague path to possible attendance at Carnival.
Speaking of Johnny Marsh—there is the clipping from the radio notes of the Cleve- land Plain Dealer, which reported during February: "John Marsh, former inter-collegiate champ Dartmouth tenor, sings at4:45 this afternoon, WGAR. . .
George Chang, interrogated for statistics for the class records, writes from Shanghai:
"The Chinese Republic,"P. O. Box 206y,14 Kiukiang Road, Shanghai.
I hope it is not too late when this cardreaches you. It has long been my intentionto communicate with you and to find outabout things going on at Hanover. It wassimply too bad that I never succeeded. Ioften recall my days—though they were notmany—at Hanover, and I begin to feel thatI liked the nice little town and its healthysurroundings far more than I knew. I dohope very much that one of these days Iwill get an opportunity to come back again.
Well, Al, I think you may be interestedto know what I have been doing since Icame back to China. You know, China, aswell as the rest of the world, is hard struckby the economic depression now still prevailing and jobs in the cities are veryscarce. I have been running around thecountry quite a bit, but not until September last year (1931) did I actually get a job.I was associate editor in a Chinese-ownedEnglish language newspaper until January,1932, when we were forced to close ourdoors by the Japanese. I am now associateeditor of the Chinese Republic, an Englishlanguage weekly magazine established lastMay. Beginning with our January issue Iwill send copies of the weekly to the Collegelibrary and to yourself. There will be noobligation whatsoever. I hope to hear fromyou soon, Al. You will find my address onthe envelope. My permanent address is stillPeking, as you have on your records. Solong.
GEORGE CHANG.
Elly Armstrong, Peggy, and Sally Ann have built a house somewhere in the environs of New Haven, where Elly works with the Southern New England Telephone Company.
Hank Embree, who sees from day to day all kinds of Dartmouth men excepting Thirtymen, passes along a neat card recently received, reading as follows:
ROBERT MCCLORYANNOUNCES THAT HE IS ASSOCIATED WITHTHE FIRM OFGANN, SECORD & STEADIN THE GENERAL PRACTICE OF LAW120 S. LASALLE STREETCHICAGO
Harking back, undated, a goodly number of weeks, we record an item or two. First, there is Pete Lillard, who teaches Tabor boys math and no end of other things, arriving in Hanover on a completely snowless, bitterly cold holiday for winter sports. Then there was John Toland, who came to Hanover but escaped your newsmonger. And away back in November came word that Bob Relyea was the parent of an as yet unnamed son of 7 pounds, 10½ ounces, born November 18, 1932.
Dr. Alan Leslie has received an appointment as interne at the Mt. Sinai hospital in New York.
Jim Taylor, who is going to be a Ph.D. at Ohio State this June, anticipates remaining there for another year. "The nameof my latest is Jane Ann, who was spawnedon October 19, 1932," Jim writes. "She isa beautiful child, who looks a great deallike her father."
Charlie Raymond carries on with the Thirtyteer luncheons in Boston, planning to continue them throughout the winter. He sends out cards each month. Any Thirtymen in commuting distance who don't receive these cards and would like to, may write Charlie at 154 Lowell Ave., Newtonville.
Going farther and farther back into the hazy past, one remembers a visit of Frank Kindermann, the movingman, to Hanover, so long ago that it really oughtn't to be mentioned outside of a history book. Frank is a major part of the storage and trans- portation activities which go under the name of Kindermann Fireproof Ware- houses, Inc., around Gotham, particularly the Bronx. He mentioned continued living and breathing on the part of Oz Sandberg.
Something as important as a Thirtyteer dinner in New York should never go unreported, no matter how long ago it happened. The date was, specifically, December 15. Rauch and Bottome sponsored, and Charlie, after describing the great success of the party and the elements which contributed to it, reports on those not present, saying Bud French and Jack Wooster had something pressing, Finch and Fisher were feeling too overworked and underpaid, and Jessup worked. Those present were Gal Galbraith, Byron Palmer, Bob Barker, Wally Blakey, Pete Callaway, Van VanDer- beck, Russ Sigler, Dick Blun, Dave Rubin, George Kisevalter, Fred Chase, Frank Ruth, Vic Borella, Alan Bolt 6, Clark Mur- ray, Ad Rugg, Herb Mandeville, Dud Day, Jim Mitchell, Art Hayes, John Kountz, Charlie McDonough, Ed Schuster, Charlie Rauch, Bob Bottome, Jesse Lichter, Gene Zagat, Sam Stayman, Kip Chase, and Ed Niditch. A similar affair is scheduled for the near future.
From Rockport, Mass., under a January date, comes a letter from none other than Hod Erskine—he who was so recently and so interestingly heard from in Madras. He explains:
"Your letter of November 1932, received, but not in India. However, it wasforwarded to my home address, so it didn'tmiss me. If it had, it would have been aloss indeed, now that I have read it.
"Of course, the hot news so far as I amconcerned is that I have been tranferredfrom Madras to Lowell, Mass. Business inthe Far East was reaching that interestingstage which people and companies had inthe States during 1930 and 1931. [Footnote;'1932 also.'] 'It wasn't,' expresses it well.The result was the corporation for whichI was doing a spot of work now and thendecided to save money, and sent me home,but with a job. And people claim thatlarge corporations have no heart. Well, theone I am with has, may it keep it. . .
Now for the matrimonial news.
Matrimonial Item, No. I.-Bob Kimball, and Virginia Frances Atkins of Maiden, Mass. Time, Christmas vacation. "Yeah, again stealing the boss' time," writes the groom. "However, just so that you won't ever be able to say that we held out on you —may I report that events happening during the last Christmas recess make it possible for you to address any communication which you might have occasion to make to this urchin to Mr. & Mrs." Thirtymen who reach Springfield and its environs are urged to visit the urchins at Monson Academy, where Bob improves the minds of youth.
Matrimonial Item No. 2.—Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Benton Carle announce the marriage of their daughter, Betty Eugenie, to Mr. Henry Webb Salisbury on Saturday, the twenty-first of January, 1933, Newport, Rhode Island.
Matrimonial Item No. 3.—Hot news flash to take place just before the MAGAZINE leaps off the presses. The wedding of Al- bert O. Trostel Jr. and Kendrick Orr, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Lowry Orr, of Evansville, Ind., February 25, at the First Presbyterian church, Evansville.
Pre-matrimonial Item.—Mr. Francis Clark Ryder and Miss Dorothy Eva Childs. [Not such recent news.]
ITEMS FROM CHRISTMAS CARDS
"Just a mere twenty words or a couple tosay that I'm still among the living alumniand lay eager hands on the MAGAZINE eachmonth (where the hell is the January issue?). Still single, weight about 155 lbs.,and, miraculous dictu, have been snatchingevery week since August, 1930, a small sumfor being a member of the accounting division of Petroleum Heat & Power Co. (oiland oil burners), located here in Stamford,Conn.
"Unfortunately I don't see any three-omen at all in these parts, so I can't pass onany juicy news items to your column."
"RAY TALBOTT."
Shaw Cole reports on his card that he always takes care to read someone else's MAGAZINE, and that he is being pretty busy courting a girl and doing his work and hasn't much news to contribute. "Not being a traveler or a rounder (?) leaves mewith little to send you," says Shaw.
A mysterious communication from Houston, Texas, seems to be a postcard written in pencil so that it may be used by us next Christmas. It was addressed to "Nemo" Dickerson, and we therefore suspect Nemo (Tiny) Tasker.
Romantic item. This should have been reported long ago. Chriss Chrissinger writes the following with a December 30 postmark from Chicago:
"Last time I tried to break into yourcolume (how do you spell it), I was aboutfour months too late. Although there isn'tmuch now to say, thought perhaps youwould be interested to know that on theBth of December I turned romantic andeloped with Miss Edna Harbeck, so that sheis now Mrs. H. B. Chrissinger Jr. Findmarried life everything it is cracked up tobe, except I'm having a hell of a time withwhat little money I earn.
"Heard that Hank Lawrence was inChapel Hill, N. C., whether he followed aback to the land movement or is distillingcorn liquor, I couldn't tell you. FreddyTangeman is in Waukesha, Wis., workingwith the Pet Milk Co., trying to make cowssit on cans (something to that sentence afterall). Outside of that all I know about anyof the guys around here is that ChuckSimmons is still striving to be the boybroker of LaSalle, St., and from reports heis the one being broken."
Before turning the column over to Jeremiah and Wiggin for two more letters from the executive committee there are a few miscellaneous items from the Alumni Records Office that have been lying around and ought to go on record:
Ranny Snow gives his occupation as editor of a national trade association magazine and a business address at 50 Union Square, East, New York city. His residence address is at 5 W. 63d St. . . . Jack Humbert uncommunicatively gives an address at 420 W. 119th St., New York. . . . Hank Wood associates himself with W. T. Grant Company at Lawrence, Mass. . . . Porter Haskell, providing a minimum of news, gives a new address at 16 Milton St., Boston. . . . The sister of the long-unheard- from Charlie MacKechnie gives an address for Charlie at 1530 No. El Centro Ave., Hollywood. . . . Art Shurts, 37 Langdon St., Cambridge, Mass. . . . Norm Watson calls himself a salesman with a Manchester, N. H., address. . . . Of the same profession, Ed Meyers calls himself a floor salesman with Witthorne and Swan, Oakland, Calif. ... Pat Weaver, the advertiser, sends a new business address at 1300 Santee St., Los Angeles. . . . Carroll Mavis submits an address in the name of the Security General Agency Corporation, Milwaukee.
Bud Bry is sales agent and manager of the Peps Ale Company of New Jersey, living and working at Shrewsbury. . . . Roly Booma has a new residence address at 31 Prospect Ave., Marblehead, Mass. . . . Jim Curtiss is engaged in the profession of patent law in New York with a certain simplicity of residence address at 6 Jones St., New York city. . . . Bill Stearns is banking in Manchester, his old home town, and on a recent visit to Hanover with the Manchester squash team to play the Graduate Club, showed that he has at least enough time to perfect his game. . . . Glenn Bartram is engaged in real estate and insur- ance in Lynn, Mass. . . . Sam Allen gives a new address at Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. . . . Here is a colorful one from Dick Peabody which ought to be quoted verbatim: "A. & P. Tea Company, 500 Casanova St., N. Y. C." And his occupation is "engineer." Figure that one out. He lives at 433 W. 21st St.
Hank Odbert and Dan Loeser give their Harvard addresses. . . . Max Horwitt is back at Yale in the department of physiological chemistry. . . . Earl Seldon pursues his devious educational career in the second year at the Harvard Law School. . . . And here is a Harvard Business School address for Brud Crosier.
Al Fink is a salesman for the Optical Products Corporation in New York. . . . Al Smith seems to have transferred his activities as law student from Cambridge to Washington Square, East, New York, and to have added further activity as "clerk." He lives at 192 W. 10th St. . . . Art Pettengill dominates a gas station in Lynn, Mass. . . . Bill Dearstyne is manager of Dearstyne Brothers, wholesale tobacco, in Pittsfield, Mass. . . . Fred Brunner is salesman with the Tabulating Machine Company in Philadelphia, living out in Germantown. . . . George Lord has, as previously reported, joined the medics at Harvard. . . . Maurie Chait is an advertising manager of something in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., and his residence address is Trucks- ville Gardens, Trucksville, Pa. . . . Every- body knows that Gene Zagat is with the New York Times and lives at 1111 Park Ave.
This is going way back into ancient history, but a pretty old report has Art O'Brien down as a sales analyst for Canada Dry Gingerale, working in New York and living in Mt. Vernon. ... A report of similar vintage records Jim Tyler as accountant for General Electric. . . . Dick Zeigler, the hotel man, now is auditor for the Chittendon Hotel in Columbus, Ohio. . . . There is Ed Weinstein at the North- western University Medical School. . . .
Hank Newell at the Harvard School of Architecture (these are January, 1933, items). . . . Bill Sinz is instructor at the University in Porto Rico. . . . An address at 27 Egremont Rd., Brookline, Mass., is all the information about Ray Bernhardt. . . . Likewise 14.41 Drummond St., Montreal, accounts for George Azukas. . . . Finally, there is Jack Alexander at Box 418, Fair- banks, Alaska.
Now for the letters from the executive committee:
I JEREMIAH HEBRON ACADEMY HEBRON, ME.
Jan. 11, 1933.I have made this my headquarters forthe next two months. I am trying to teacha very dumb squad how to play hockey.Believe me, it's fun and now and then notso funny.
As for me, no births or deaths have occurred in my life since I last wrote you.I had hoped to play hockey with Bostonthis year, but I guess I couldn't harmonize"God Save the King" with Art Ross, themanager. Consequently, another year ofmy life slowly drifted by, and was I reminded of it? Listen.
The other day I dropped over to theHebron Infirmary to have a new coat ofargyrol painted on my palate, and the nursewould be about middle-aged. After aboutthree or four daubs, we got talking aboutthe respective athletic merits of our hometowns, Newton and Somerville. She delivered a stunning right hook with this question, "Remember the good hockey teamsNewton had in '99?" I wheeled aroundand at the same time thought, "Who thehell else is in this room?" Come to find outshe was asking me. Can you imagine it, shewas asking me? I couldn't believe it either.
Speaking of age and time, has anyoneelse been coo-coo enough to imagine thesignificance attached to the respective position of our class notes in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE? Well, our first year out, our noteswere conveniently located in the back ofthe magazine. To-day our class notes arethird from last. After a while they will belost in the center of the class notes. Someday they will be at the very head of theclass notes, which will be the beginning ofthe end, or, if you like, both the end andthe beginning or what have you—sort of apurgatory—because from there we will allbroad jump into the Necrology Park. Don'tjump to the mirror, boys! you're not agingthat fast, but that 5th year reunion is onlyaround the corner.
I have seen a few Dartmouth menaround town. Johnny Nixon '28 rarelymisses a hockey game at the Boston Garden.Of course I saw a great deal of MylesLane '28 at hockey practice, and, by thezvay, he's playing the best hockey of hiscareer. I also saw Frank Thurston '28 at ahockey game. Bumped into Bill Andres, '29class secretary, who I understand is in linefor big things. Occasionally I hear frombrother Al McGrath, who is trying to scalethe heights of the National City Bank ofNew York.
My infamous roommates, I see or hearabout quite freque?itly. Bart McDonoughis still teaching, don't ask me or him what,at Franklin High School, Franklin, Mass.The old maid teachers down there sawBart and think he's Clark Gable, and allhe has to do is name the amount of thedowry. Ed Picken '31 has taken unto himself a female manager. Paul Crehan '31plans on finding out if two can starve aseasily as one. Bob Walsh is living at homeat present but expects to go south thisspring. Brother John Garland hasn't exactly disappeared, but I hear he is hibernating in Winchester, Mass., which isn't abad place to hibernate.
—JERRY.
II WIGGIN
28 Irving Street,Cambridge, Mass.,February 4, 1933.
Dear Al,
Your order for "a magnum opus" isquite a one to fill, but I will try to giveyou a little bit to fill up your class notes.Being tied down rather rigidly to the studyof law, I haven't seen many of the Thirtymen lately. Consequently, I will have togo back to some ancient history, but perhaps it will still be news to some of yourreaders.
Last fall I went over to the Boston University Club and heard the results of thePenn Game as they came in over the wire.A good-sized Dartmouth crowd was there,and an enthusiastic one in spite of the results. A few of the Class of Thirty werethere, among whom Charlie Raymond and Pudge Hartmann. Charlie is working forthe N. E. Tel. & Tel., and if he is as careful of their funds as he was when managerfor Nat Burleigh the company should continue dividends, no matter the length ofthe depression. I have never forgivenCharlie for refusing to reimburse me forthe three dollars which I loaned as stagemoney (which was lost on the stage) whenthe Royal Family was put on at Lebanon. Pudge told me he was still struggling withthe law in the office of some Boston firm.
Later in the fall, I went out to the feedfor Thirtymen at the D. O. C. of Boston'scabin in Groton. That affair has long sincebeen written up, so I won't take up the details. I rode out with Red Doherty, whohas some sort of a job working out of theState House in Boston. Ray Bernhardt brought me back. He also works in Boston.It certainly was a great gathering out therein the woods that rainy evening, and itseemed good to see again some of the fellows whom I haven't seen since June, 1930.They are engaged in all sorts of occupations from raising chickens to teaching andstudying.
Just before Christmas, I attended one ofthe Thirtymen-of-Boston luncheons.Among those there were Don Hight, George Lord, and Joe Placak (—all Harvardmedics). Joe gave an interesting, vividlydescribed account of his first operation—the removal of a toe-nail. I predict the leading surgeons in the U. S. will emerge fromthat group some day. Art Shurts, who isworking for a fire insurance company inBoston, and Charlie Raymond seem to bethe progenitors of this luncheon idea. I received the notification card too late to takein the last one. I understand that some ofthe fellows who are taking them in are Si Chandler, Hub Christman, Frank Ryder, Jack Fitzpatrick, Dick Barnard, Mai Gallagher, George Clare, and Mem King. Memis doing graduate work at Harvard towardsa master's degree and is coaching at Brownand Nichols School on the side. Dick Barnard, with the fall of the brokeragehouse of Lee Higginson, has taken up thelife insurance game.
My next gathering with Thirtymen wasat the executive committee meeting in NewYork. One thing that I learned at thatmeeting was the fact that Carl Haffenreffer has done and is doing a tremendousamount of work for the class. From the accounts in the class notes since graduation,I gathered the impression that Carl was theplay-boy of the class with his flying and hisyachting, but I find otherwise. As class agent, Carl has given unstintingly of histime, and I hope the class will give himthe support this year that he justly deserves.
Before returning from New York, I spentthe evening with Bymie Palmer, Wally Blakey, and Bob Barker. Bymie is one-timechecker champion of the Chase NationalBank, where he has been working sinceleaving Hanover. I believe that Wally isworking for some auditing house in theBig City, a?td Bob is also realizing on hisTuck School investment in a commercialhouse. The three of them are living at theY. M. C. A. opposite Grand Central Park.
As the list of the Thirtymen who are hereat the law school has been given severaltimes before, I will omit them except tomention that Johnny French is arguing forhis Law Club in the Quarter Finals of theAmes Competition, which is no smallachievement.
I have seen in Cambridge within the pastfew weeks John Toland, who with his post-graduate moustache has taken on quite theprofessorial appearance. John, I believe, isdoing work on a doctor's degree here atHarvard. I also ran into Kayo Kaplan and Bob Johnson, who are also doing graduatework.
I have heard directly or indirectly fromthe following members of the class: Ray Olsen finished Harvard Business Schoollast June and is now working in Filene'sin Boston. Kel Clow is a second-year cadetat West Point. Ad Rugg is doing work atColumbia. Henry Gilbert is married andlives in California. Bob Shattuck recentlybecame engaged to a girl in Chicago, wherehe works for a telephone company. George Parkhurst is finishing his last year at JohnsHopkins Law School. Charles Humiston ismarried and lives in New York city.
In conclusion, as to my own doingswhich you requested, I can bio graphicallygive them in a few se?itences. I taught history at Clark School in Hanover the yearafter leaving college. I went to Europe inthe summer of 1931 and didn't meet a Thirtyman, although I saw several Dartmouth men. I entered Harvard LawSchool that fall. I became engaged in thespring of 1932, and married that summer Miss Mary Lyon Waldron, daughter of theRev. and Mrs. J. D. Waldron of Buckland,Mass. We started housekeeping here inCambridge on January first this year, andI am still studying law at Harvard LawSchool. That's all.
—J. WALKER WIGGIN.
Secretary, Administration Bldg., Hanover, N. H.
