Class of 1911

The big item of news for the last month was the 1911 stag dinner in the University Club in Boston on the evening before the Harvard game. Following a lapse of a couple of years there was sufficient demand for the renewal of this get-together, with the result that a large and enthusiastic crowd was on hand. It was held in the same room with the classes of 1910 and 1912, so there was also the meeting of our old friends and neighbors who have always been barred from strictly 1911 parties.

One attendant, fully able to describe the party accurately, wrote as follows: "Therewas less hilarity than usual and more genuine friendliness and interest in one another than I have ever seen at one of theseparties. 1911, as usual, had by far the biggest crowd of any of the classes. Bert Shurtleff, just back from a very successful tripfrom the Middle West, offered the hospitality of his rooms at the Copley Plaza fora buffet luncheon Saturday noon before thegame, and many took advantage of it andmoreover brought their wives along. At onetime during the Friday evening party itseemed like an illustration of Hap Hinman's 'twenty-five years ago' to see CapHedges, John Mullen, King Brady, andJohn Dingle in reunion. I don't know justwhat would have happened if someone hadtossed out a basketball."

Here's the Who's Who at the party: Adams, Beane, Butts, Clute, Josh Clark, Conroy, Crooks, Griswold, Johnson, Chick Jordan, Wee Kimball, Ingersoll, Macomber, Mathes, Mayo, Mullen, Spin Norris, Paul, Pendleton, Putnam, Shurtleff, Snow, Fred Sprague, Sterling, Uline, Jack Welsh, Al Wheeler, Whelden, Whitman, Hawkridge and Hedges.

A while ago Jack Ingersoll wrote that he was living at the Bellevue Golf Club in Melrose. This probably doesn't interest you much, but he adds, "Fred Sprague hasa lovely home on the edge of the fairway.He invited me out to play and suggested Iget a room there. Our classmate StickyPendleton is the general manager of theClub and also lives there. So out I moved,and have a room there where I live duringthe week, going up home over week-ends.We play golf practically every night, andStick and I have developed quite a teamlately, taking over some 'hot' playersplenty. He plays a swell game and managesto carry me along without much trouble.We manage to make a lot of noise singingand playing the piano at odd moments, aswell."

Two icjuers have recently burst into the public eye, one as an author and the other as a lecturer. I refer principally to Jim Mathes, who had an article in the September 28 issue of Advertising and Selling, entitled "I Am Not Afraid Of Inflation." I might add, I have yet to find anything that Mattie is afraid of. Although later Mattie wrote (but not for publication, however) that the only news that he could offer about himself was "just real hard day andnight work to get J. M. Mathes, Incorporated, on the map and away from thesheriff."

The other gentleman referred to above is our old friend John Pearson, who seems to be appearing constantly in this column. The occasion was an address in Dartmouth Hall on one evening early in November, given under the auspices of the political science department of the College on the subject of NRA. As Heap Big Indian of the New Hampshire NRA, John knew his stuff. In fact, Charley Lingley, who was seated beside me at the lecture, remarked that he wished John might have recited as ably as that when he was taking History 11 as an undergraduate.

It is a little late to announce that Warren Agry has been promoted to business manager of Good Housekeeping to fill the vacancy caused by the recent death of D. L. Hedges. The MAGAZINE made a scoop on the Secretary last month by being able to insert this notice in that issue of the magazine after the class notes section had been closed.

I believe George French has become this year's most consistent 1911 follower of the Big Green team. He was at one of the early season games at Hanover, turned up for the Harvard game, then I saw him at the Yale game, where he promised to be in Hanover for the Cornell scrap.

Ken Ballou is with the Goulston Company, Inc., 35 Court St., Boston. This firm is commonly known as an advertising agency.

John and Margaret Pearson report that on their return from the World's Fair they dropped in on Bob and Marjorie Keeler in Lima, Ohio. On September first Bob became executive vice-president of the National Bank of Lima, so it looks like Cleveland's loss and Lima's gain of one Keeler family.

Those who are to visit London shortly should be aware of the fact that Burt Burbeck has a new business address, which is Cadby Hall, London W. 14, England.

Ed O'Leary is now classified as a manufacturer with business address at 43 Summer St., North Brookfield, Mass., but is living in Worcester, Mass., at 7 Greenleaf Terrace. I don't know what Ed is manufacturing, but it may be Brookfield butter and eggs.

Deak Trask is still with Walden School at 1 W. 88th St., New York City, and back to his old hang-out at the Hotel Iroquois, 49 W. 44th St., where he and the Mrs. maintain domestic quarters.

The new territory sales manager of Ambacher-Siegle Corporation, 50 Union Square, New York City, is our old friend the ex-hurdler, Hen Seaver. Hen is living at 735 W. 172d St., New York City.

Al Wheeler is still a great help. He promised some news for this column. Here it is: "I would like to say something aboutChet Butts, but I am afraid I would beheld liable by the government officials forsending obscene literature through themail. I hope you are well. I am well."

Bert Shurtleff writes in that he is taking in all of the big Dartmouth games with the possible exception of the one at Chicago, and that he was to "bum" on Hugh Kenworthy for the week-end of the Penn game. I guess Bert is due for a story for the next issue telling us all about Hugh.

Chuck Emerson says he is spending all his spare time going to Hanover for week ends to see freshman Chet and that he is getting a big kick out of it.

Jack Crooks' oldest daughter, Helen, graduated from the University of New Hampshire last June and is now working for the C. F. Hovey Company in Boston.

Another father of a Dartmouth son, Burt Cooper, also expresses his delight in having an excuse to get to Hanover more frequently, and admits that his interest in Dartmouth is back to the boiling point.

Rupe Luey regrets not having been able to attend the Harvard game get-together, but sends his kindest regards to all. Rupe is now living at 242 President Ave., Providence, R. I.

Secretary, Hanover, N. H.