Class of 1914
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Javvagoodsumma?
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How are the new deal cards running?
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Bill Slater is now the father of five. IXX4
1914 showed up grand in the final tabulation of the No-Quota Alumni Fund. Orchids to you, John.
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Many of our metropolitan dailies carried lengthy quotations from the address made in connection with Memorial Day ceremonies at the American Cemetery at Suresnes (Paris), France, by the Charge dAffaires, "Ted" Marriner. The Boston Traveler in particular commented editorially that "Ted" spoke with a directness in emphasis of some practical international peace formula, which was a pleasing relief from the usual diplomatisweet nothings so common to such an occasion.
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HOSS-TRADER LOSES BET ON JUMPER
It was a cold spitting rain Saturday morning on the Inn porch during Commencement. Several Fourteeners were lolling about. Sig Larrnon was nursing a sprained foot, which he explained as having been occasioned by a misstep from a threshold, with many doubters, who were putting forth much more humorous if not plausible explanations, when Katherine appeared—and we should mention, looking even more youthful than at our 10th when we saw her last; and with true wifely sympathy saved the situation for Sig, thus closing the incident and this sentence.
Several of the group had the jitters that morning. Bill Slater jumped at every telephone ring, expecting a call from Providence in re an impending Slater. Bob Hopkins appeared with rapidly puffing jowls, which later turned into mumps and resulted in temporary solitary confinement. It was rather a doleful A.M. altogether.
The rain pattered, and, likewise, the conversation. Hence, when Lay Little observed that he believed he could still jump five feet, up popped some scoffers. They even were willing to doubt five dollars worth. This aroused old hoss-trading Bill Taft who, smelling profit, immediately offered to cover a piece of the bet, even insulting your Secretary by offering to bet the Sec. couldn't jump half as high as Lay, but Bill later claimed reservations on this particular proposition.
Lay and Bill proceeded to John Piane's emporium, where they tried to rent a pair of jumping shoes, which in John's absence and the clerk's selling talk resulted in Lay's buying a pair, for which we hear Lay paid 100%. Bill kepit his man in strict training the rest of the day and towards sundown we drifted down to Memorial Field, where Bill and Lay had provided jumping standards and all that. They went through a lot of funny stuff with measured marks, handkerchiefs, and all that. Finally they were ready. Lay was grand at four feet. Cleared 4 ft. 6 easily, and Bill was beside himself with joy. Bill Slater allowed he could do that well, and would have cleared O.K. but for a bottle protruding from his hip pocket.
At the five-foot mark Lay made three gallant tries, before the last of which it was agreed that the winner would pay his gold to the Alumni Fund.
Lay just couldn't do five feet. Bill took it like a true New Hampshire philosopher. The Alumni Fund has five unexpected dollars. Lay has a pair of shiny shoes and the recollection that "when we were in college" he COULD do five feet on one foot backwards.
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L'Envoi: Another contest has been arranged for June, 1939 (Lay will be in China next year). He agrees to jump four feet three at that time for $lO to the Alumni Fund. All classmates desiring a piece of this bet either way will please file their subscriptions with the Secretary.
Bill Taft: please note.
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ALUMNI COUNCIL
Red Loudon was elected vice-president and John Burleigh continues a member for three years. Wag Green is also a member. What other class numbers three members?
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Why come back for a class reunion?
Lot of Fourteeners will be there—some heavy, some too heavy. Maybe you'll enjoy seeing the gang young again for a few days.
Of course the reunion will be in Hanover—a most interesting spot. Lots of changes since last we met.
New nine-hole golf course designed by Halsey Edgerton, some say in his moments of relaxation after trying to balance the college budget. Remember the present 18th? Well, opposite about where a long drive would land, provided one cleared the vale, is a tee hung out over nothing. Miles below is a patch of green and a tortuous brook. You must decide on a driver to hook around a palisade or a mashie or sling shot to try for the safer green patch. Arrived safely on the latter you find a cliff at the right which you elect to carry boldly, or if you are still timid you can pop for another mashie island. If your safe second is okeh you can then see the green and your troubles are over, except for numerous tricky traps. We refrain from hazarding the telling where you might be if anything goes wrong from tee to green. Most of the following holes are like unto it with respites now and again.
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Each month we shall try to suggest some recent aspect of Hanover, hoping you may be persuaded to join in the reunion next June.
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It is distressing to record the passing of another classmate. "Dick" Cutler died in
July, following a long period of ill health. "Dick's" genial humor, enhanced by his booming voice, will be genuinely missed whenever we gather. A fuller notice will appear in the Necrology section next month.
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Several of the boys just happened to be in Hanover at Commencement, among them Slater, Burleigh, Loudon, Chandler, Hopkins, Taft, Little, Piane, and Leech. Bill Slater got them together informally to talk over reunion plans. Suffice to say that the executive committee is percolating just grand and everything will be under control. One thing we can divulge right now is another senior fence hum.. . and that's sumpn!
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ELMER LETS US DOWN
The Dartmouth Association of Northern California publishes regularly the news of its district in an interesting sheet yclept "Squeaks from the Golden Gate." This we receive from time to time and scan for news of Fourteeners.
The June issue has just come, and star ing at us from the front page:
"The class talks still continue. Last week Link Wilson 'l3 put on a real newsy show. . . . The next Monday a talk on 'l4 was expected. There was a record attendance, but for some reason the expected talk did not materialize. Elmer Robinson of the San Francisco Chronicle talked, but not on 'l4 and we are still wondering what that class has done for the country since graduating."
To climax our ignominy, the article continues:
"Tommy Tomfohrde 'l5 staged a good comeback the following Monday, however, and told us of accomplishments undreamed of for his class." Elmer, this is terrible. What amends you can make rest with yourself. You are on the spot. Beware!
On re-reading, however, our chagrin was a bit softened when we considered the classes under consideration. There were a few bright spots in 'l3, but if Tommy could dig up any progress worth boasting of, the reporter must have known his raw material when he calls the accomplishments "undreamed of."
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RED JOINS THE CLUB
The Saturday Post recently contained a grand golf story about an old duffer who traveled the world over in search of a course where he could break 100. Finally on page 98 with the old gentleman standing on the eighteenth tee of an obscure French sanitarium course for rheumatics and having used up that number of strokes, he lets go a despairing mashie shot which hits a tree, bounces through a trap, and trickles into the cup, with the caddie shouting, "Un as, un as" (hole in one, to you).
Matching truth and fiction, therefore, we duly record a similar event relayed from Minneapolis via way stations. Mr. Paul Witmer Loudon was having a tough afternoon. Slices appeared where hooks were attempted. Putts wouldn't drop. Red just couldn't lay up a cent. Comes a short hole. Just a simple pitch. Again the slice. The ball hits a tree...
damn! But hold—the ball falls pinward, it turns . . . down, down . . . and IN.
Up floats the caddie's echo ... "I en hala, I en hala," which being translated from the Swedish is that sweetest of golfer's music—a hole in one. Congratulations, Red.
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Secretary,C.Edward Leech 367 Boylston St., Boston
