Class of 1918
This column, by way of information, has to be typed about the fifth of the month preceding issue, so if we don't have a lot of hot dope in it about the class meeting held before the old Wabash game and what not don t blame us. Your Secretary wants to go on record as thanking again our correspondents de luxe truth is, two of 'em even used special delivery stamps to get their notes in on time! Bear in mind, please, that Jake Bingham, 18 Roberts Road, West Medford, Mass.; Hal Doty, 999 Morewood Parkway, Rocky River, Cleveland; and George Stoddard, 61 Beale St., San Francisco, are the fair-haired boys to drop a line to about your doings, and they are the ones who deserve the credit if this class column ever takes on an interesting, entertaining, informative aspect.
Let the Doty take the stand. "In the firstplace I did like hell promise to send younotes re 1918 in Ohio or sumpin. I was toldI had to. Right after I saw you in HanoverI was smacked down with a streptococcusinfection, which kept me flat in bed for fiveweeks, and the next five was spent in tryingto get strength enough to get around. As aresult my contact with '18ers or anybodyelse has been somewhat limited." . . . . Editorial censorship is called into play at this point for Hal goes on record as objecting to the fact that his name was omitted from the list of board members of The Dartmouth published in the last "Roar". The customary apologies have been wrapped up and shipped. Also to Fat Hardie, who was unjustly accused as being with the Cleveland Steel Company, when it seems he is sales manager for that mid-western district for some new little steel outfit, Carnegie Steel Co., I believe. . . . . Hal states that Bill Bemis is still running the legal business of Cleveland as boss of Newt Baker's law firm. Jim Pearce of wall paper fame still hibernates there, though rarely seen in public. The Bill Kurtz's had a second baby born last winter, but Hal never has found out the sex and Bill hasn't rushed the glad news along.
Out on the Coast some of the brethren seemed to have lost track of George McBride. He now bobs up in Las Vegas, New Mexico, coaching and teaching physical education. Ed Booth ventures: "I am stilllisted as a member of the English department and live in Hanover, where I welcomecalls from visiting Eighteeners. My extracurricular hobby is raising blue-bloodedcocker spaniels (with Sid Hayward '26) andI'd be glad to hear from other fanciers, ifany, in the class." .... Cliff Meredith has charge of the first two editions of the New York American. He. and Mrs. Meredith keep open house in Greenwich Village during his off hours: from 11 P.M. to 7 A.M. on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdaysbreakfasts by appointment Fred Cassebeer, druggist to New York's millionaires, sends us a neat masthead to the publication put out by the Dartmouth Association of Northern California, drawn by our own Georgie Stoddard.
Ruth Bingham (who is a darned sight better correspondent than her boy friend Jake) declares: "A Boston couple (won'tsay who) took a sweet young thing fromthe West, who happened to be their houseguest, to the '18 class reunion. She took amore than lively fancy to another memberof the party (a devastating Eighteener). Heis married and that fact soon came out.Said she, 'Out where I come from wewouldn't call that the last white line.'Emerson Morse sent out to Hammond, Ill.,by his company, Lever Bros. (Lux, etc.).for six months—three years ago—is stillthere. His brother Doug reports him as stillsingle. Ed Stanley took a week of his vacation motoring up Bar Harbor way and thesecond week at Hanover. The new baby isjust great." (Ed. Note.—Ruth speaks of hers, not Ed's. Or have you a great baby, too, Ed?)
Pipe this: "A newcomer to the dramaticranks was R. L. Howland, who sang threesongs in the course of the revue. His voiceis clear and rich, but stage fright dimmedthe effect of the last of his songs." .... Wrong again. Rog isn't breaking into grand opera; the quotation is from The Dartmouth of November 2, 1914! Remember "But Is It Art?" .... Want to travel back in memory some more? O.K. Who won class football numerals? Can't recall? Well in the sheet of November 14 (nineteen years ago) appeared this: "Numeral sweaters will be awarded to the 17 men whostarted or played one-eighth of the Syracusegame: E. Butts Jr., W. R. Christgau, L. H.Cousens, F. J. Dusossoit, H. F. Eadie, S. W.Holbrook, C. R. Hood, E. E. Johnson, H. P.Kennedy, T. V. Lehman, P. L. Mather,H. B. McDonough, W. J. Montgomery,T. W. Proctor, J. W. Storrs, H. K. Whitmore, W. T. Woleben."
Have you been laying down the law to that youngster of yours because his marks at school have not fjfeen up to snuff? "Peoplewho live in glass houses," you know. Perhaps you've forgotten this news item from The Dartmouth of November 5, your freshman year: "Because 279 members ofthe frestman class rank below 50 in one ormore subjects at the end of the first monthof study, it does not follow that an overlarge number of freshmen will be separatedfrom the college at the end of the firstsemester, according to Gray Knapp, secretary of the college. There is nothing especially alarming in the figures concerningthe deficiency in scholarship, he said.Freshmen are not taking advantage of theopportunity to raise their scholarshipstanding offered by the Christian Association. Of the 279 reported deficient in oneor more subjects, only 19 have applied forthe assistance of the tutoring bureau." .... Ho-hum, those were the grand old days!
Once before we tried to sound you ducks out on the idea of getting up a "class register", listing addresses, occupations, etc., of all of us. Maybe silence meant approval, at least silence is all we got. Your sec. for one isn't biting off his share of that job unless the book would be really useful in establishing more frequent contact between class members and so on. If you've got anything to say on the subject, please drop me a line—and at the same time include a few newsy items about yourself and other Eighteeners you've stumbled across. You will? Fine!
Ernie Earley recently had a letter from Frank Fiedler, who now resides in Ottumwa, lowa, giving news of good old Wy Jordan, numbered among the missing for many long months. The news is sad, for Wy has passed on. Quoting from Frank's letter: "After the war, Wy moved with hismother and brother John to Minneapolis,where he was connected with relatives inthe wholesale grocery business. After hismother's death he moved to Glendale,Calif., where he made his home until hisdeath, November 19, 1932. At the time ofhis death he was in a hospital from a physical breakdown." .... The list of the class' Omega chapter is all too large, and yet the memories of good fellowship on the campus that boys like Wy Jordan leave will never be lost to us.
Frank Fiedler reports that he has been married for nine years to an Atlanta, Ga., girl, has two children, both girls, and sends his particular regards to the Hanoverians in the Dartmouth Unit in France of 1917.
Ernie, the w.k. treasurer, bemoans the impression that has gotten abroad that the class treasury is in good shape. "Not so," declares Mr. Earley. "All bills are paid, itis true, but there are expenses to be metand even though it may be tough to forkover $3.50 once a year, it's the only waythings can be kept functioning. By payingup pronto, moreover, you get the ALUMNI MAGAZINE at a discount." .... A suggestion: Ernie's job is far from an easy one. Why not save him postage and time by shooting in the $3.50 you probably owe? His address, 16 Court St., Brooklyn.
Curt Glover, the eternal athlete, who played twice as many sports on his 15th reunion as he did in college, broke out recently with another 81/2 pound fullback. .... Monk Cameron, gentleman farmer up on the Hudson, recently paid the Earleys a visit and brought along some local applejack. Graciously he allowed the Earleys to pour it out, and not having had previous experience with it, Mrs. Earley, the hostess, fell asleep in front of him in short order. Ernie survived, but requests Monk to mix his own dynamite next time.
Bulletin: Homer Bennett (injury reported last issue) is' rapidly improving. Great stuff Stan Jones had a note not long ago from Dusty Rhodes. He's still up at Gaylord Farm Sanatorium in Wallingford, Conn-, but despite the tough sledding he's had, Dusty still has his chin up and we all know he'll be out smiling his own inimitable smile ere long.
Secretary, 419 Palmer Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
