Class of 1910
Prof. Jim W. Ingalls of Northeastern University and Lake George, N. Y., and a professor of note and dignity, has taken up speed-boating as a hobby—the Boston Post devotes two or three columns to a picture of the professor's chain-lightning on water, "SILVER HEELS." Jim decided to paint the name on the rear—to do so presented a problem requiring pure science—saving that science for his classes, the Prof, of engineering used Yankee ingenuity. To quote from the Post—"First I painted apiece of wrapping paper, cut to the desiredsize, with aluminum paint. Then I cut theletters 'Silver Heels' from the big headlines of several Boston 'Posts' which I havebeen receiving regularly at Cloverdale,N. Y., during my vacation. These were carefully posted in the desired position on thepainted paper. The whole strip was thenshellacked on both sides and mounted carefully in position on the back of the tank.When dried it was then covered with spanvarnish." Another 1910 professor, Ted Hill, claims New Haven is barren ground for Tenner news. Christmas season always brings many compensations to a class secretary—we admit frankly and freely that we have always been sufficiently childlike to rejoice in the greetings that come from far and near—not so much the stereotyped messages and the pretty pictures as the direct contact that has been re-established with a friend—and some very fine personal letters always come through—mellowing years re-awaken those friendships of years ago—"Pollyanna," "Main Street?"—sure, and a whole lot more we confess to, willingly—according to our humble reasoning there has been altogether too much cynicism and doubt and "wiser than thou" stuff. It occurs to us that we cannot do better than to reprint extracts from our Tenner letters—there is a kindly word here —some real philosophy there—and a shining example to follow. Charlie Noone, who has fought life's battles successfully from the time he was shipped home from Hanover by "Gil" Frost with "six months to live," writes a Christmas letter well worth reading—
"About ten days ago, after a week'sstrenuous business in the East, I called mysixteen-year-old daughter over long distance phone to arrange for a week-end inPhiladelphia. She was most happy toescape the constant supervision of a strictschoolmistress and I to evade for the timebeing the constant association with business tragedies which for the past yearhave been my daily companions. Fortunately, Margaret has not the nonchalanceof many girls of her age—she approves ofher daddy and incidentally she is one ofhis bright spots. We window-wished,shopped, talked, and played together. Weboth attained the same level and werehappy—no artificiality, no sham, just honest simplicity and happiness.
"With the advent of each year, dearfriend, we are slowly but surely approaching that time when all are placed on thesame level. Even the most arrogant becomes mellowed with time. The spirit ofkindness and tolerance is usually an attribute of advanced years. When people areyoung and successful they are not inclinedtoward humility of spirit. Once each yearall Christian countries celebrate Christmasbecause on that day was bom a man whoby his life set a standard which will lastthrough all times. The spirit of tolerance,love, and humility he made manifest to ageneration which would not understand.The world was then facing a crisis. Then,as now, the minds of the leaders failed.There was a basic trouble abroad—inflation, luxury, and licentiousness prevailed.Many of the accepted standards were castaside because of fear. All were leveled andfrom the same plane set forth anew. Fora time man's civility to man prevailed.Honest standards were adopted. Progresswas made. Then after a time we swungback into the old cycle and the same reducing process began anew.
"We are now at low ebb. The leaders ofyester-year are being challenged. Theyhave not met the demand of the times.They must step down and let others witha keener and a wider vision take the helm.Sanity, tolerance, and forbearance must bethe basis upon which we build anew. Weneed the moral fiber to band together anddemand normalcy in all things. Let us goback to the clear thinking and plain talking of our forefathers. Let us use theknowledge of the present age in rebuilding.Let us be thankful for our families, ourright to love and to bear with our fellowman. We are at best frail creatures withnormal capacities. Frequently we areswayed by the wrong emotion. However,the world as a whole is a splendid place,and my Yuletide greeting to you is a mostsincere wish that you and yours will sanelyenjoy it so that next year no matter whichway the pendulum swings you will becontent."
Art Gow is showing the right stuffwashed out from an executive office in a wave of economy that struck a large corporation, this Tenner Gow is on the fighting line again. He writes, "Since I havenot been able to market my executive ability and experience as yet, I am temporarilyback on the firing line selling KWH's inthe form of major household electricalappliances for the local power Co. here.If I can cover expenses and acquire somereal sales ability I'll be in a better positionto sell myself when business takes a turnupwards. In the meantime it's a brandnew game to me, and I'm learning something every minute." You can't keep a fellow like that down.
Fritz Rainey, our able writer of diversification, had a most interesting article, "English Humor," in a recent issue of the Philadelphia Forum Magazine. Fritz spent last summer doing archeological work in Europe as usual—while studying sun worship conditions in Wales he discovered an old Celtic burial ground containing the remains of over one hundred of the old pilgrims who died on their way to and from the stone circles and cromlechs of St. David's Head long before the coming of Christians.
Patsy Norton, the young daughter of Walt and Isabel, gave her appendix to the parents as a Christmas present—but she returned home from the hospital just in time to make a personal presentation. The Plugger philosophizes, "If we get allpatched up this year (1932), we will"beready to hit the new one with additionalenthusiasm, and considerably more success." Dick Boerker, the Kingston educator, did a most sensible act, and one which any dad of a prospective Dartmouth student can well afford to copy. Dick writes, "Recently I took Allan to Hanover and DeanBill to see about his entrance in 1934.Thought I would get the boy lined up sothat he would know what he has to do.Nothing below 85% seems to count. Allangot quite a kick out of meeting and (two well-known faculty members). They are the same good old soulsas in our days—altruism personified—nothing too much trouble. If Allan can reallyget in, I will live my undergrad days allover again, I know." Here's betting the lad gets in, for HE NOW HAS A DEFINITE OBJECTIVE and KNOWS WHAT IT IS.
Walter Golde, wife and daughter, Doris, spent part of last summer with Dick's dad in the Catskill mountains . . . which reminds me that those are mighty good looking mountains . . . during the height of the autumn foliage your Secretary with his good wife Marion and daughter Ratherine
happened to be driving from Binghamton, N. Y., to Albany, so we decided to drive through the Catskills . . . which we did . . . right plumb through them . . .
saw Rip's (Van Winkle, not Heneage) Lookout, Rip's Falls, Rip's Cabins, and just about everything excepting Rip's pants and rifle . . . lots of attractive wild scenery and steep, winding road . . . don't really blame Rip much for sleeping that long. J. Frame, erstwhile engineer, says, "Consulting just ain't, so giving all my time to fruit until business picks up" . . . Jim sent out an alluring letter offering Macintosh apples in special gift cartons shipped direct from Strathsee Orchards, Canterbury, N. H. Ralph Paine has been elected worshipful master of Euclid Lodge, A. F. & A. M., at Waterbury, Conn. We hear that "Mac" Kendall killed extra roosters and the fat yearling bull when Bill Shapleigh '12 and wife visited the Kendall home in Chicago recently. P. Forristall and wife were Caribbean cruising during the holidays . . . somebody must be smoking Blackstones these days. Guy Spokesfield . . . that grand and glorious Tenner on the Pacific Coast . . . expert Alumni Fund raiser . . . philosopher . . . has added one more star to his crown .. . this ex-drummer boy of the visiting firemen has re-established direct 1910 contacts with Chet Coffin and Al Barker . . . well, read what he wrote . . . "Remember how Chet Coffinused to throw the fast ones past the battersin spring practice? Well, he has thrown afast one past the rest of the Tenners byacquiring himself a grandson. The youngman is nearly a year old. Got more hairthan Chet has already. Have any of theTenners got any great-grandchildren?Took it upon myself to go around andhave a chinfest with Al Barker. Haven'tseen Al since we left Hanover. Probablywouldn't have seen him for another 20years if it hadn't been for the AlumniFund. If any of the fellows think thatAlumni Fund isn't the greatest thing inthe world to get the boys together youname something which is. Al has two children—both girls—attending junior high."
Spoke" has taken a good long vacation . . . getting caught up with his reading . . . plans to go back to work as soon as the 'New Deal' becomes effective ... or sooner if 'Kingfish' Huey Long gets the wealth of Wall Street redistributed. Joe Davidson's new address is U. S. Veterans' Hospital, Oteen, N. C. . . . the entire class sends its greetings to Joe with best wishes for his continued recovery and profound admiration of his courage and fighting ability. Bob Woodcock has moved from Chi" cago to Minneapolis, where he is manager of Nu-Enamel Northwest Co., a paint concern, located in the Loeb Arcade associated with Bob is Ed Hobbs, a brother-in-law of "Shorty" Worcester . . . Bob's son, Robert L. Jr., is a Dartmouth senior, and his younger son, Chan, is taking freshman year at University of Minnesota, planning to transfer to Dartmouth. Old Man Hyde holds forth with Edward B. Smith & Co., brokers, 1 Federal St., Boston. Tobe made a business trip to Minneapolis not lonoago.
In response to our inquiry Miss Ford of the Alumni Records Office sent us the following about Charlie Leavitt: "After leaving college he studied for the ministry, buthis health failed and he was obliged togive this up. He left home and went intothe lumber camps in the Northwest, andhis family have not heard from or abouthim for years. His mother is living, andwe have her address, but we have been advised that she feels this strange disappearance so keenly that no one ever mentionsit to her, so naturally we have never written to her. Personally, I feel quite surethat this man is no longer living, but having no positive data about it we must continue to carry him on our 'lost list.'"
The new College Bulletin, or Catalogue, is out ... if interested, write Bob Conant, Registrar, Hanover, for a copy. In it we note that Bill Harlow's son, William L., was one of the graduates. Jim Lowell, Boston barrister, philosophizes: "We at least aregetting a course in economics free, and asdramatically set forth as even our goodGeorge Ray Wicker could have wished. Iwaded through a book of Sir John Salter,'Recovery—the Second Effort,' and found itsplendidly written, a carefully thought-outpiece of work. It gives a very good idea ofthe English view of debts, gold standard,exchange, tariffs, etc. The trouble is thatthe next man comes along and upsets allour conclusions just when we're sure thatwe were right" . . . which raises a question your Secretary likes to ponder at times . . . after hearing a lecture or a sermon or read ing an editorial . . . just how conclusive is that speaker's or writer's statements? . . . probably not one bit more so than ours. Pineo Jackson, All-American class president and a mean cuss with a shot-gun, spent a week shortly after the New Year at some place in Virginia . . . his penciling was so darned poor that we could not find a code to decipher the town . . . but anyway, it began with M and is in Virginia . . . and he had to get up at 4 A.M. to hunt geese and ducks ... he might have taken some of the rest of us along. That guy down in P. R., Ed Keith, sent us a pretty card with what looks like "Felix Ano Nuevo" on it . . . don't know what it means.. .we studied Greek three days once and ought to .. . but we just don't.. .it may be something about Ed's sugar farms and the ..hurricanes . . . possibly Felix is Ed's butler . . . some good typewriter salesman should get after Pineo and Ed . . . both nice prospects.
Your Secretary is still begging for news —and that exempts no one ... we are starting an I.D. (Intensive Drive) to smoke out some of our silent members about whom the rest of the class would like to hear.
11 Lbs. Reward To the person or persons who last saw the following: Ralph Abercrombie, Lawrence.John Vander Pyl, New York.Bob Hunter, Boston.George Gonyer, West Haven, Conn.John Finn, Jersey City.Leon Allen, Providence."Mike" Bartlett, Philadelphia.Ernest Stephens, Lynn.Roy Norris, Cleveland.
Any kind of a sight goes ... and anyone in or outside the class is eligible. Please notify the Secretary quickly. More names will follow next month.
P.S. We are sending 11 lbs. to "Spoke" for his good work with Chet Coffin and Al Barker.
Another P.S.—IThe above fellers can collect for themselves by writing direct to the Sec'y. *
Education Neglected! During Xmas holidays when Harold Washburn enjoys fishing at Cummings Pond.
Secretary, 168 Hill St., Barre, Vt.
