Class of 1930
"Merry Christmas" early in November seems like jumping the gun, but this is the December issue, so get set to receive the jolly greeting. It can be said for it at this date that at least it hasn't received the thick bromidic accretions which coat it so copiously about December 24, after it has been bandied about by all salesmen, solicitors, and professional bores, not to mention its appearance on such communications as overdue bills. We therefore present you Christmas greetings in all their pristine November state.
One of the aisles in the Palmer Stadium was deprived of all its usefulness for ingress and egress on November 11 when it became the scene of a Thirtyteer reunion during the halves, attended by TED WOLF, VIC BORELLA, NELSE ROCKEFELLER, JOHN FRENCH, HERM SCHNEEBELI, and CHARLIE RAUCH. The Big Bad Philgas Wolf brightly informed the Swiss oilman (now doing Good Gulf sales analysis here and there about the Middle Atlantic states, but urging us not to tell Harry Wellman) that he was using Gulf (Philgas being something different), while autogyros flew Atlantic Oil ads over the stadium and Nelse wondered if nothing could be said for Standard. On the fringes of this oily controversy, the father of the Thirtyteer twins, BLANCHARD, hid somewhere, and BUD FRENCH concealed himself far above with a family party. Completely unsubdued by defeat, Haffy and Huffy formed a happy nucleus after the game, surrounded by BOTTOME and the erstwhile Deery, BILL SMITH and date, 808 BOOTH ditto, and let's see, who else? There were countless other '30 folk about. We will remember, probably too late. Oh yes, there was BILL JESSUP, accompanied. The Thirtymen resident in Princeton were not to be seejr. ADD RUCG was there—etc.
Following out the football motif, BUD FRENCH reports on the Harvard game, to attend which he nipped a Western expedition in the bud and hurried to Cambridge. There he saw to his surprise TED MC DONALD, who flew across the country from Washington. "He confirmed the report thathe was married but would not divulge anydetails," Bud informs us, going on to add that HAFFENREFFER, SCRIBNER, RYDER, KOUNTZ, BIRNIE, CHANDLER, and SELDON were some of the others whom he saw, which reminds us that KOUNTZ and KEATING were among the Princeton delegation. Mc DONALD has some great racket with the United Air Lines, who flew him across the country and back just so he might see all of the airports.
"Squeaks from the Golden Gate" alludes in a recent issue to "Northern California Immigrants," including the mention that "JOHN F. HAHN JR. '30 cruised into SanFrancisco last week and landed a job, withthe International Business Machines Corporation, 529 Market St.; temporary residence Alexander Hamilton Hotel. Jackhasn't lost any weight." Another "Squeaks" item: "And now the 31st of October, as thefirst fall rain clears away and that gorgeousCalifornia sunshine returns, the Santa Paula steam in our Golden Gate with HARRISON F. DUNNING '30 aboard, coming tostart in business on the Pacific Coast. Harryhas been accomplishing things lately. First,he got a job in the East that would requirehis residence in San Francisco; second, hetalked fast of the wonders of California to ayoung lady named Kathleen Elaine Mulligan of Hartford, Conn., who agreed tomarry him on October 10; third, they arehere, and we greet them to our Dartmouthfamily."
Let us tell you a sad story about HAR CONDON. We'll tell it in his own words, but we warn you ahead of time that it is pretty pathetic: "The last time I saw youwas in Hanover about a year ago, on myway to Nova Scotia. The eventual destination was New York, where I did some concentrated job hunting for a week. FinallyI found one, to start, supposedly in tendays. Well, the ten days lengthened intoweeks, then months, so along in DecemberI jumped at the chance to go to Florida,and spent two and a half months there andin Jamaica and Nassau. Came May, andstill no opportunity for getting a job (alongwith 75 million other people!), so whenmy aunt asked me if I should like to goto Europe I signified my willingness (youknow how that is), and off we went on the6th of May on the Vulcania for a Mediterranean cruise. Had a great time in Palestineand Egypt, then back to Italy, and did theregular stuff covering ground pretty thoroughly as far east as Budapest and Warsaw.Last month we spent driving through England, and, being blessed with unusuallyfine weather for that isle, had a fine time.We arrived in New York two weeks agothis Monday on the Bremen, at one in theafternoon, and by four I had 'the' job, andwas at work the next morning." Har is now working for the Security Owners Association, Inc., organized for the protection of the holders of railroad securities. At the time of writing he was being farmed out to a consulting economist, making some studies pertaining to the present railroad problems. The work is much on the order of Har's Tuck School thesis and he likes it. In London he saw FREDDIE BOWES. Har may be addressed at the International House in New York.
ED FROST has just helped organize and has been elected secretary of the new Dartmouth Club of Nashville, which is out to get a Dartmouth game in the South if there is any way of doing it.
RUSTY MORRILL has signed a lease at 220 East 73d St. and therefore assures us that he may-be found there for at least a year.
TOM MC LARNEY is a big shot in the sales office of the Numadine Laboratories in Waterbury, Conn., but we haven't any idea whether the line is massage cream, or high explosives, or what.
JACK ALEXANDER is still at Box 1566, Fairbanks, Alaska, and just saves us the trouble of writing to inquire whether he really was there, writing: "Have been up inthis part of the globe for nearly three years—four months above the circle, rest aroundhere. Wonderful country if you like it. Ido, plenty! Have spent a couple years at-tending the Alaska College and School ofMines—taking geology and mining—expectto get B.S. degree this spring. Still singleand no great expectations for a change.No Thirty men up here in the Tulips."
From GEORGE MCCLELLAN in late Sep- tember a post card showing birch trees at Pte. Betsie, Frankfort, Mich., declaring that the country made him homesick, but bearing no news about himself.
KELSEA MOORE is no longer at La Tuque, having come down to Wellesley Hills, Mass., to take his sister back to college in September, now scouting around for a job in Boston.
Somebody had better come across soon with the news about the second annual Thirtyteer outing at the D.O.C. Boston Cabin in Groton, which was scheduled for November 1. We want a full report like BLAIR WOOD'S of last year and any number of photographs.
ROG ELA is doing what he calls the "menial tasks" in the law office of Nutter, McClennan, and Fish, discovering MCFARLAND, RICH, and WHIPPLE in other local law offices, the first-mentioned playing the part of a married man with becoming dignity.
TOM DUNNINGTON was afraid the Dartmouth people visiting Philadelphia for the Penn game would not realize what a fine city it really is to live in. The City Hall is no criterion, he says.
From one of our medical brethren comes news of an episode in the life of a young doctor which we are going to print nameless, just because we think that it would be a good idea: "Now it is only one year tothe time when I can apply iodine to atender finger with the proper professionalaplomb, consisting of one dab, two coughs,and four shakes of the wrinkled brow.—Was in Charlotte, N. C., for a time thissummer, taking care of the city maternityclinic. Had a call one morning at 4:00 A.M.to a farm house in the country. I arrived inplenty of time and much rain to deliver arather creased and fiery red youngster. Theold man came in about a half hour later.He was a former Dartmouth janitor; whereuponI made myself known. In less thanit takes to walk from Sage to Hitchcock wehad retrieved a keg of corn whisky, drankto the basements of Hanover, and themother named the child Ernest Martin onaccount of we all thought it was a goodidea. Weight 6 1/2 lbs."
Chittim of Chase Brass and Copper reports things much the same with himself, and mentions doing business with JACK DEAN several times a week; seeing SPRANKLE, Cleveland banker; reporting a rumor that BILL FENTON had won another scholarship for another year of graduate study at Yale. He appears to be living in a perpetual house party at 2860 Euclid Heights Blvd., Cleveland Heights.
GENE MAGENAU has an interesting job in connection with the New Deal in this part of the country. Returning from M.I.T. last June he got a job with Prof. Lockwood, on leave of absence from the Thayer School to be consulting engineer for the state. Prof. Lockwood has since been appointed state engineer for Vermont and New Hampshire under the NRA, and Gene goes about to state institutions, giving them architectural services. He reports DICK BUTTERFIELD back in Yale after a summer in Europe and HANK NEWELL back at Harvard.
PHIL TROY has been working under high pressure as a merchandising manager at Herpolsheimer's, in Grand Rapids. He has been in "exile" since February. He is merchandising manager of the main floor departments and fabrics departments; has a 20-hour day; but he is having a swell time in general, getting East every six or eight weeks on buying trips. He recently played golf with RED TELLING, who lives in Holland, Mich., not far away.
BILL REINHART wrote from New York during the month, promising to forward a new address when he got one. He is practising law in the office of Curtin & Lynn, having finished Harvard Law in June. He had seen ED TROIDLE in Albany. Ed is working for a milk concern, having started "almost at the bottom" (a few steps above the milk pail).
From BILL FENTON comes a grand long letter about his summer, which he spent "among the living Iroquois and, insteadof digging up the bones of their deadchieftains, as I did the Plains Indians thesummer before, I helped bury one—l lefthome the middle of June and lived amongthe Senecas at Coldspring Allegheny Raservation,N. until the iSth of September,recording what I could of the remnants oftheir culture. I camped on the reservationand took my meals with an Indian familyand passed the days as they did; hoeingcorn, picking berries, going to the CouncilHouse of a Sunday night to watch thedances and hear the songs and occasionallytaking part. Being an ethnologist is astrange and all absorbing profession. Onemust forget his own culture completely andimmerse himself in another, and then comehome and detachedly view the whole impartially. In the field one is bound to beprejudiced by the ideas he was reared to,and then, having learned new ones, hefinds it difficult to avoid jingoistic attitudes about his chosen people. It is a caseof mixing one's self up in the landscapeand still remaining uncolored by it." Bill adds in a P.S.: "I nearly forgot a visit to 808 (R. E.) KEENE '50 at Rochester en routeto the field. He and his lovely wife were mygenial hosts two days. Bob is working inexperimental photography with Eastman.Many of their ads are his work. Bob outfited me with a camera and a heap of goodadvice."
In the New York Times of October 10 on a page which is conspicuously headed "Amusements" appeared the notice that NELSON ROCKEFELLER was recuperating from an appendicitis operation performed ten days before. Nelson has since recovered fully and is in the pink of health, as also is his effervescent white-haired laddie, who works off some of his surplus energy by chipping bits off the ear of a crystal cat with such small bronze figures as may come to hand.
FREDDIE BOWES wrote aboard the steamship Majestic September 20 en route to his new activities in London in the offices of the Universal Postal Frankers, Ltd., British subsidiary of the Pitney-Bowes Postage Meter Company of Stamford, Conn., with whose office Freddie has been connected during the past two years, following a year and a half in the New York office. He had only a fortnight's notice of this move abroad, and departed with great eagerness and some curiosity about his new work, which began immediately in a large International Business Show of office equipment, efficiency devices, etc. He wrote his letter 24 hours out of Southampton, clutching his portable to control it in the roll of the Majestic.
JIM CLARK works night and day with the Retail Credit Company in Springfield. SAM BUTLER, BRUCE MACKEY, DICK BOWLEN, and WARREN PHINNEY share the honors of the month, having married or become engaged respectively to Barbara Stark, Elizabeth Ann Hughes, Gwenyth Quimby, and Gladys Louise Dagnino.
In order not to baffle you with the problem of keeping these names straight we go over them again in detail. According to the authoritative information contained on one wedding announcement and several newspaper clippings, SAM BUTLER'S bride is the daughter of Mrs. William Niles Stark, is a graduate of Bancroft Junior College, and became a bride on November 8 at Worcester, Mass.
BRUCE MACKEY has been "lost" as far as the Alumni Records Office and the class of 1930 were concerned, but he has now been found in a big way, having strengthened his Thirtyteer affiliations by becoming engaged to Elizabeth Ann Hughes, sister of our Alex, who himself hasn't been maintaining what might be called a lively touch with the College and the class! Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. William Vance Hughes, Elizabeth Ann is a graduate of Northwestern University. She later studied at Radcliffe College and at the Sorbonne in Paris. The wedding will take place November 29 according to a clipping forwarded by CHRISSINGER, who is a great help in keeping us posted about events in the uncommunicative Chicago area.
On the BowLEN-Quimby event we have no less than two clippings and two letters, one a '3l effort from Peanut Winslow, who declared that CHARLIE RAYMOND, JACK FITZPATRICK, WILLIE FLETCHER, and WILL KELLER were on hand to represent '30. Gwenyth is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur D. Quimby. The wedding was Saturday evening, October 14, at the St. John's Episcopal church in Newtonville, Mass. A reception at the Woodland Country Club followed the ceremony. The 250 guests included Geraldine Farrar and "classmates of the young couple fromIllinois, Washington, D. C., and New York," according to newspaper clippings. Dick's father and mother celebrated their wedding anniversary at the same time. Raymond J. Dodge, Harvard '32, was best man but the Cambridge influence was kept under control by CHARLIE RAYMOND and ELLIE GILBERT, ushers. Dick is a rising young executive with the Norfolk Paint and Varnish Company.
All the news we have of the PHINNEY Dagnino fracas is a dispatch from Wakefield, Mass., Friday, October 13, which appeared in the Boston Globe. This item reported that "the wedding of Miss GladysLouise Dagnino of 40 Bellevue Road,Wakefield Park, and WARREN WRIGHT PHINNEY, son of Mr. and Mrs. William E.Phinney of Wellesley, took place this evening in Emmanuel Episcopal church. Rev.Arthur Phinney, uncle of the bridegroomand rector of St. Stephen's Episcopal churchof Lynn, officiated, assisted by Rev. StewartClark Harbinson, rector of Emmanuelchurch, here." The wedding reception took place at the Bear Hill Golf Club, and the bride and groom set out for a wedding trip in Canada, returning to 65 Park Ave., Wakefield, to reside. The bride is a graduate of Miss Wheelock's School.
The visitors to Hanover have been comparatively rare. DR. JACK SMITH was here for an early game, but we know this only through the supervisor of nurses at Mary Hitchcock. ED BENOIST appeared very fit in the middle of a quite extensive itinerary. After a gracious and unhurried call, he set out with the expectation of arriving in Harrisburg, if not Baltimore, in the cool of the evening. He was en route to God's country in the expectation of surprising an old friend in Sweetwater, Tenn. HAL BOOMA, who scouted Yale for the coaching regime, put in an appearance before the Yale game, driving a smart new car. Somebody, not Hal, contributed the information that he was something like assistant general manager of his large shoe enterprise in Lynn. He did say, however, that ROLLY is sales manager of an oil burner company, the name of which we have forgotten.
Secretary, Administration Bldg., Hanover, N. H.
