Class of 1914
HOW AVERAGE MAN VIEWS JOBHOLDERS SHOWN BY SURVEY
"What the average citizen thinks of hispublic servants and of holding a publicjob himself is set forth in the report issuedyesterday by the University of Chicago ofa survey made by Leonard D. White.
"Chicago was not included in the elevencities surveyed, but in 1929 a similar survey made by Prof. White in Chicagoshowed that local citizens think even lessof public employment than those of anyof the eleven cities in the present survey.In that survey citizens of Philadelphia werefound to have the highest regard for publicjobholders and jobs.
"The other cities, ranged in their orderon the prestige scale, were: Trenton, N. J.;New York, Columbus, Ohio; Madison,Wis.; Austin, Tex.; Salt Lake City, LosAngeles, San Francisco, Minneapolis, andSeattle. Prestige was judged from repliesto 7,168 questionnaires on a scale rangingfrom plus 100 to minus 100. On this scalePhiladelphia public employees were gradedplus 31.42, those in Seattle minus 12.36,and those in Chicago, in the 1929 survey,minus 14.06."
(Chicago Tribune, December 27, 1932.)
Old "L.D." certainly climbs Parnassus to heights here which leave us cold for several reasons. This plus and minus stuff in freshman math was always much too involved, and these last years of crockery peddling have pretty largely removed what we did know about plus anyway.
Page Junkins is now at home at 814 N. Euclid Ave., Oak Park, Ill., whence he and Edna send their best wishes to the class for 1933.
BLESSED EVENTS DEPARTMENT (From Boston Sunday Herald, Jan. 8, 1933) "Mr. and Airs. James D, Gregg of 19Hundreds Circle, Wellesley Farms, are receiving congratulations on the birth of ason, Chandler Gregg, born on January 6at the New England Hospital. This is thethird child and second son in the family.Grandparent honors are shared by Mrs.William C. Chandler of Plymouth, Mass.,and Mrs. Elizabeth Gregg of Wilton,N. H."
Uncle Clyfton wishes to add that he too is honored. Here you are, Clyff.
"HOWIE" FAHEY JOINS BOY SCOUTS
This news item, says Ted Lavin, deserves a headline all by itself, and hence we duly record it. We received a fine letter from Gordon Sleeper, who admits our bulletin was so good he just had to answer right away. Is our face red? Anyway, the postscript records that in his troop of forty he includes Howard, Fahey Junior, none other than the son of "Howie" Senior, which proves the theory of heredity or something. Gordon writes:
"The nearest I have come to a Sundayschool (except for being transport officerweekly for young Gordon, age 9, and hissister Phyllis Joy, age si/2, Drew, age 2½,still to go) was when I labored in theD.C.A. back in the pre-war days. I doconfess to having had a Boy Scout troopfor the past three years here in Scarsdalewhich I'll match against any other fortyyoungsters in any state in the Union.
"Seven years as a radio manufacturerended in 1929. Leaping blindly from frying pan to fire I landed smack in the ruinsof Wall St., and today am associate manager of the 42d St. office (corner MadisonAve.) of Fenner, Beane, and Ungerleider.There the tycoons of 1914 sometimes hangout, and free opium is served to all regardless of race, creed, or color.
"Martha and I are testing our bridgeagainst the extraordinary skill of FredDavidson and his wife. Fred, by the way,is something of a crack boxer at theN.Y.A.C., and not long ago swam LakeGeorge—over two miles—just to keep hisboys properly impressed.
"I've had great joy in discovering VozLyons, originally of 1914, now a distinguished nerve specialist on the staffs of theNeurological Hospital at New York Medical Center and City Hospital on WelfareIsland. Walt Humphrey often joins us atour regular luncheon together every otherTuesday.
"Tony Rud of Garden City dropped ina few days ago to tell of his good fortunein being made editor of some fiction magazine.
"So much for my quota of news. Remember me to the gang and keep up the goodwork in the bulletin. With kindest regards. . . . GORDON."
KILLS RATTLESNAKE, GETS M.A. DEGREE
This believe-it-or-not stuff reads fishy sometimes in the abstract, but when it is brought right up to your front door with first class postage even the rawest skeptic must take notice.
Carroll Andrew Edson is the hero. This pioneer aeronaut and soldier of fortune admits he has been negligent in his class duties for years, but how he makes up for it! Here's the evidence:
"In February this year I went down toFort Benning, Ga., for three months' activeduty at the Infantry School. While downthere . . . I killed a five-foot rattlesnakeand received my M.A. in education fromColumbia."
Carroll also raises scouts . . ."YoungStuart, 12, Boy Scout, threatens to lookdown on his dad in another year. Lucille,10, Girl Scout, will do the same to hermother in a couple of years. Virginia, almost seven, doesn't see why she can't doeverything her sister does; David, 3, is inthe kindergarten."
Carroll, by the way, is located with the Huguenot Coal and Wood Co., New Rochelle, N. Y. Thanks for the news, Carroll, and don't wait ten years before writing again.
OUR BEAR-HUNTING PARSON
The nimrod in question is the Rev. Charles Frederick Fraser, pastor of the First Presbyterian church, Oneonta, N. Y., who took his pastoral pen in hand recently to send a fine letter, which appears below. "Fritz" seems to be really enjoying life, and we subscribe our belief that his sermons echo the healthy, outdoor life he leads, while we grub in grime and rarely grin. Fritz seems to be proving that after all "The best things in life are free. . .
"Much obliged for Bulletins i and 2.Just to read the names of some of the oldcrowd that used to lift their Wah-Who-Wah's to the New Hampshire hills warmsof the heart. Thanks, also, foryour sermon suggestions, but it is so longsince I used a horrible example by way ofillustration I will take some time to workthe information into its proper discourse.
"Like many other procrastinators, Inever write without a definite reason—andhere is mine. Am looking for a bit ofhelp . . .Hold on! I'm not asking a hand-out or a cup of coffee; just some informa-tion that is doubtless in your possession.
"As for personal news, there seems to belittle of great interest to the class at large.Of course, for me it is of rare interest thata ten-months-old son is cavorting about thehouse practicing the football yells and doing splendid tackling. After waiting tenyears since our daughter was born, the arrival of a son was an event, I can assure you.
"Here's a record—Tell all the class financiers that I'm the one member whodidn't lose a cent when the Wall St. magnates were committing suicide. Blessedare they that have nothing!
"We are located in a splendid little cityon the edge of the Catskills. The streamshereabouts are comfortably well inhabitedby trout, of which I take my proper tolleach year. Have something of an educationatmosphere with a state normal school anda young college here. We live quietly, herein the mountains, and lay in vension andbear meat for the winters. But advancingcivilization has made it unnecessary togirdle the trees to grow our supply ofcorn, as did the Indians of a former day.Our chief drawback is the absence ofDartmouth men hereabouts. Only twoothers in town, one of whom transferredafter two years at Hanover.
"We were planning to make the Cornellgame this year—our biennial blow, whenice usually find the Rosie Hinmans andsome others of '14. But this year it wasimpossible. After reading the account ofthe game, the disappointment was somewhat softened."
"LAY" LITTLE HOME ON LEAVE
"Lay" as you all know, occupies a veryimportant office with the Chinese CustomsAdministration. He is home on leave, andhis interesting note to the Secretary is mostwelcomed:
"I left Shanghai in October, proceededvia Suez to Europe, served six weeks inGeneva with the Chinese delegation to theLeague of Nations, and got home just intime to help decorate the Christmas tree.I spent a night with Ted Marriner inParis, where, as counselor of embassy, heoccupies with distinction one of the mostdifficult and responsible posts in the American Foreign Service.
"You ask me about Manchuria. Frankly,I left Geneva depressed and apprehensive,and subsequent developments have notlifted the gloom. I see no prospect of anypeaceful settlement of the Manchuriansituation until Japan adopts a less truculent and uncompromising attitude. Moreover, the League of Nations has shown adistinct disinclination to come to gripswith a situation which threatens the peacenot only of Asia but of the world. To mymind, one of the most disturbing featuresof the whole business is Japan's claim thather action in Manchuria was self-defense.Such a definition of self-defense wouldserve to cloak the most flagrant wars ofaggression and jeopardize the existenceof the smaller nations. Should Japan'sposition be upheld, the questions arisewhether there is any use in maintainingthe League of Nations, whether the Kellogg-Briand Pact is more than a scrap ofpaper, and whether the hope of the zuorldfor a new and peaceful method of settlingdisputes between nations has, after all,proved to have been but an idle dream."
BROTHER, YOU CAN SPARE A DIME!
Once a day, several times a week, a loose dime could be dropped in some convenient box to come to light this coming June and help swell the total of the Alumni Fund.
Isn't it logical in a period like the present to adopt some simple plan of systematic saving to meet a need which every Dartmouth man recognizes and wants to further? Why not begin now!
Paul Wilson is in Florida for the winter. He writes a cheery letter and thanks everyone for their various messages. He is able to sit in a wheel chair and even operate a typewriter. He offers any callers their fill of oranges from his own backyard. Surely all will rejoice at these evidences of progress, which we trust will continue rapid and become permanent.
"REMEMBER WHEN?" DEPARTMENT
Some of the boys have asked why we don't occasionally hark back to undergraduate days, which we think a swell idea. Sooooo—please recall them for us—the serious and frivolous facts and foibles of the then great, near great, and those that grated on the rest of us. If you will do your post-card part this can be made a grand department of our class column. *
Secretary, 16 Grove St., West Medford, Mass
