Class of 1931
Well, believe it or not, they're displaying Dartmouth banners in the Hanover emporiums for the class of 1937! Tempus certainly does fugit. But speaking of Hanover, I've had the good fortune to land there no less than three times this summer. Each visit provoked the same question: Why not hold a third year reunion? Granted that the past few classes have had to forego this event due to the existing business conditions; but we don't expect it will be possible for everyone to attend. If we had a turnout of fifty or seventy-five men, we'd have & grand time, and well .... drop in on Hanover .... look at the places you like to remember .... and then the strange faces .... well, anyway, we propose to buzz you on this point in the very near future; a postal, so please be sure to answer it promptly in order to facilitate arrangements.
1931 extends its warmest greetings to Mr. and Mrs. Leonard J. Clark, who were married September 9 in Newton, Mass., the home of the bride (previously known to '3l as Miss Doris Koops) and the groom (previously known as Snooks). This cannot help being one of those ideal matings; it begat? when they were children and it has never changed in the slightest. All of the very best of luck to you, Dottie and Len.
Another Thirty-oner has begun to really live too. Ed Burrill and Miss Jean Bogardus, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Everett Morse Bogardus, were married on July the third in Longmeadow, Mass. Congratulations, Ed; we're looking forward to meeting our new classmate.
And still another goes into the annals of class and college history with the annexing of a bride. Cey Harris, away out in Lincoln, Neb., became the husband of Miss Virginia Jones, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ernest A. Jones. Thirty-one wishes you every possible happiness. And still they come. Saw Red West in Hanover (Lyme). He too, has joined the better ranks. On Saturday, June 24, Red married Miss Adah Elizabeth Dunham. They live in Lyme, N. H., now and extend a welcome to Thirty-oners who happen to be in the vicinity. Good luck.
I don't happen to have Charlie Schneider's announcement at hand (it went to my New Rochelle address by mistake) but I can at least tell you that our own Charlie is to be married on September 19. I'll have to give you the details in the next issue. Anyway, Gus, we all wish you every suc- cess and a gloriously happy married life.
I have checked over my records and I regret to say that Jim Fannin's marriage announcement has only just reached me, and it's an event of last October 8. Rather belated, Jim, this mention of it, but our very best wishes to Ruth and yourself. You'll have other announcements in the course of time—at least we can wish you that along with a lot of other good luck.
Saw Rex Fall up in Great Barrington this summer; he had just received a bonbon dish for shooting a round of golf in the low eighties. Looks as fit as ever and continues to extol the merits and demerits of our perverted society through the columns of the Dalton (Mass.) Eagle or Chronicle.
New York threw open its massive arms to the blond product of Harvard's factory training school—Bob (Ethelbert) Biesel. Snooks caught hisself a position as delegate-at-large for the Dartmouth Club of New York and proceeded to treble the club membership. He's been barnstorming the tennis tournaments during August, but he'll be back soon.
Forrie Norris caught himself a grand load of publicity last Sunday. But he had to do a big act to get it. I'd sure like to know if he's still able to tell about it. He was competing with several other young gentlemen in a mild form of water sport called hang on to my seaplane and stand on a surf board, and we'll see if we can beat the other lads home. Quelle sport! How did you make out, Goppo?
Johnny Milos is still teaching at Pelham High School in Pelham, N. Y. Red Rolfe had a momentous day yesterday. The Newark baseball club and fans decided to hold a Bob Rolfe day, and our Bob caught three out of four on the nose. Red is headed for great things. He's definitely lined up for play with the Yankees next year, and that's no little amount of progress for a classmate of ours. We're all rooting for you. Bill Little reports that he's making a survey of the brewing industry from Munich to Dublin (I think he's still at it). He also tells us that he bumped into Charlie Prouty, who is at Cambridge.
Speaking of Cambridge calls to mind the fact that Snookie Leach put in a typical Leach appearance here in town only a few weeks back. He's through with scholarly life for a while. Now it becomes a matter of grain and the markets in Winnipeg and abroad. It's a swell chance for him, but it sort of puts the kibosh on his getting into our midst again for some time. But, then, Snooks, who knows, Anthony Adverse got around; I guess one of our six hundred certainly ought to hit your village soon.
Another European has completed his visit abroad, and we've got old John Martin back in the States again. John finished at Oxford with honors, as all of us knew he would. I wish I could tell you all the interesting dope I wheeled out of him while he was stopping with me. Naturally, there are still women in his life (in order to be a Dartmouth man, I suppose we all have to live up to this prerequisite). John is in Grand Rapids for the summer, but he'll be headed for Michigan Law School this fall, and thence into affairs of state. Good luck, John.
Saw that old snoopster Phil Sherman up in Hanover. He accuses me of neglecting to mention the fact that as justice of the peace of the township of Hanover he has officially married three of our illustrious classmates: Jack Ewing, Doug Woodring, and who was the other one? Will the owner of the third portion of this bargain please let me know; the class records would be incomplete without this fell swoop.
Bill Conklin was heard from last May; too late to get into the last issue of this column, but it's not too late to tell you that he uncovered a Darmouth Medical School class dinner in New York last winter which included Bob Barker, Ollie Hayward, Eric Wollaeges, Ralph Hunter, Artie Ecker, Ken Fraser, Mike Sherman, and himself. He also enclosed a swell letter from Dietter Scholler which has already been published by Scholler's class, but for which we are nevertheless grateful. Thanks, Bill.
It most certainly would not be amiss at this juncture to relate the excellent workings of our Alumni Fund committee this last season. It was a grand showing for the class. We ended up with the second largest percentage of contributors among the last ten classes out. Altogether 65% of our classmates contributed; just 3% behind the class of 1923. Surely there should be congratulations in order for Beanny Thorn, Charlie McAllister, Pan Kent, Bill Minehan, Ned Pitkin, Jimmy Rice, Will Seney, and Charlie Sullivan. Bon mots are not enough for these fellows; if you happen to see them, make them feel like you too appreciate what they have done for 1931.
And while we're about it, let's slap ourselves on the back; it was not an easy task to part with even a small piece of change in our situations, and the College is mindful of that.
Shep Wolff says his boy is already tossing McAllister around. That's news. What about McCord; he's only got one eye left. That should be easy for Shep Jr. Frank had the real misfortune of having one eye go bad on him due to strain not long ago, but there's a good chance that it will soon be O.K. We hope so. Well, I've left a few things uncovered, but then there's no need of mentioning everything in here. After all, if a thing is uncovered it's much better not to mention it at all; at least, that's what I'm told.
Secretary, 10 Mitchell Place, New York
