Class of 1903
Last June there stepped from the bus in front of Mass. Hall a fellow who received a most sincere and enthusiastic welcome from those gathered on the steps. His return had not been anticipated by the reunion committee because of his long and critical illness; but with that ever-present loyalty to our class and the urging of his wife to return once more, he was able to participate in the joyous three days of renewal of old friendships. Until November i no serious changes had become apparent in the heart's action, but on that date, after a short period of feeling distressed, Morley Knight Dunn passed on, leaving this world better than he had found it. His home is at 79 Lakeside Drive, Rockville Center, L. I., N. Y. The Necrology will appear in the January issue.
Although it was recognized that General Depression was still in command hereabouts despite the valiant efforts of our president against him. Now wait just a minute. This is no political ballyhoo, for I refer to our own Vic Cutter, president of our class. It seemed best to the committee of the whole to attempt to round up 1903 men the night before the Harvard game at the Boston City Club, even though many could not get within the city limits. While only a small number responded, that astute politician from Keene, N. H., saw to it that a unanimous vote was passed recognizing quality and not quantity in the gathering. There were really such headliners as Bill Grant, a trustee of the College; Dr. Arthur P. Noyes, superintendent of the State Hospital at Howard, R.I., and back for the first time since leaving Hanover; Arthur E. Hanlon, celebrated football authority completely out of step with some of the recent Dartmouth football critics; Ned Kenerson, central nervous system de luxe of the class; Ralph Neal, who at his 30th reunion donned running pants and spikes and ran the low hurdles down on the track; Dick Brown, who can break any serious moment in the gathering of our class. The audience was composed of O. W. Smith, Brutus Luce, Al Stockwell, Harry Watson, and the reporter.
Saturday evening a dinner was enjoyed at the Winchester Country Club, and then, adjourning to the home of Charlotte and Ned Kenerson, a most delightful evening was spent in true Potholesker manner. Seldom is more gracious hospitality shown than in the house on Brook St. Found at the game and later commandeered for the evening was John Hale McElroy of Albany, N. Y., and with him his son James, Dart. '31, and wife, now residing in Cambridge while James is obtaining his degree from the Harvard Theological School. Prexie Whelden and Martha came also, making a company of nineteen happy souls. Next year, I venture to predict, we shall have to plan for a larger gathering. At the game Philip Jones and wife, George Reed and wife, Nat Batchelder and wife, Hy Ruppel, and "Cherburk" Edwards were seen.
Harold D. King, deputy commissioner of lighthouse service, writes most interestingly of his work in Washington and also of his children and their ambitions. Edith E. is a sophomore at Antioch College, while John H. is a senior in the Forest Park High School, Baltimore. He was recently elected president of his class, a high honor in terms of leadership at this school. We hope he will be enrolled at Dartmouth next fall, where his Dad made an enviable record as a student.
Word comes from Winston Howland, Dartmouth '27, that Densmore B. Howland, his father, and our classmate Denny, suffered a severe attack of encephalitis in 1931 which left its mark in the form of aphasia and an impaired right hand. Denny has been improving steadily except for the above-mentioned points and through his son sent his kindest regards to all his classmates and a desire to greet them should they ever come to Des Moines. The best of wishes to you, Denny, from the entire class.
Harold D. Comstock, of Riverton, Wyoming, writes that he and his family are all well and happy and further says, "Bythe way, if any of you Eastern plutocratsvisit Yellowstone Park, Riverton is on themost scenic route, be sure to stop." If that designation hits any of you Potholeskers, take due notice thereof.
Gordon Bennett, son of Hamlin P. Bennett, M.D., is playing a slashing game at tackle for the freshman eleven. Gordon is a product of Hebron Academy, where he captained the team.
Dr. Otis P. Mudge has a son attending Exeter Academy, where he is not only doing fine scholastic work but is holding down the center position on the football team. Quite naturally he is heading for Dartmouth.
Secretary, 198 Humphrey St., Marblehead, Mass.
