St. Louis Luncheon
In order that the alumni and other Dartmouth enthusiasts could enjoy the more intimate association of Professor Joshi, the regular Thursday noon luncheon for this week was advanced to Tuesday, April 4. Dr. Joshi was in town from Sunday until Wednesday, addressing various educational groups, so there was no reason for those who enjoyed the years in God's country not taking advantage of the opportunity to hear one who comes from the green hills and has himself become a real lover of Dartmouth and for all it stands.
Accordingly then, there gathered together a goodly group of slightly less than two score aforesaid enthusiasts and sat them down to a repast of succulent cream chicken with all its embellishments and accompanying dishes.
At the end table, of the inverted U arrangement of seating, perched the dignitaries and guest of the organization. Unfortunately, our very active and loyal president, Jack Dellinger '14, was unable to join us. Jack, it so happens, is resting easily in a comfortable but conßning bed at a local hospital, having recently had an ailment removed entirely from the scene of its activity.
Phil Bassett '30, vice-president, left his medical pursuits long enough to preside. At his left side sat Dr. Joshi, and left of Dr. Joshi was our own Leigh Turner '04. Leigh hasn't missed a Dartmouth function since his graduation, and profitable for Dartmouth has it been, since Leigh is in himself alone a solid foundation for any group who gather under one loyalty.
To Phil's right sat Prof. Charles McKenzie '20, who gave up assistant-deaning at Washington University and likewise left, for the nonce, his unfinished textbook for —for—we'll call it sociology, so that he too might enjoy the occasion.
Russ Holbrook '29, Keeper of the Seal and Master of the Purse, kept guard at his end of the table.
It is pertinent to record here that one of Dartmouth's most loyal sons was present, namely, Mr. J. J. Wertheimer '75—as hearty and hale a rooter as the Green may find. Others of note who were present included Bob Keeler '11 (Cleveland alumni please note), Johnny Phillips '28, Gray Magee '31, and, representing the scholarly and serious side of the College, Rand Rogers '31.
Most welcome to our group was Gerold V. Rector '16, from Omaha. It so happened that our Nebraska visitor was attending a business conference in session at the hotel, and upon seeing the notice of the luncheon posted on the lobby bulletin board, cast business aside and joined the loyal legion.
Following the removal of the ash-filled coffee cups, Phil Bassett outlined what progress had been made on the St. Louis Club's obtaining a place in the Ozarks for a cabin to be used in D. O. C. fashion. Apparently the only drawback in the scheme of things was the inability to decide on and adopt a definite plan of financing the venture. We are in hopes, however, that with the passing of the present low point in matters concerning currency, steps will be found leading directly upward to the fulfillment of our plans.
Russ Holbrook gave his two cents' worth (all we had in the kitty) and with pride predicted that the total of the one simoleon collected from each person present that noon not only paid for the food but brought the budget on an even balance. What with civilizations crumbling, govern- ments crashing, and the gold standard tak- ing on more and more the appearance of a barren plateau, ours is an achievement worth putting in print.
Professor Joshi then took the floor, and, while we sat in eager attention, provided us with a very interesting discourse on both subjects of an impersonal interest (psychology of the various European nations, etc.) and direct interest (Dartmouth—aim of educational program—financial needswide-spread fame). As a loyal advertiser for our Alma Mater, regardless of what our reaction might be with everyone issuing S. O. S. signals for money, he fearlessly urged our added financial support.
As an envoy of those on the faculty payroll he unhesitatingly endorsed a "give till it hurts" program. And be is said to his everlasting credit, that when he finished his plea not a man was present who would not have given his bottom dollar to his Liege Lady, Dartmouth.
With a few final handshakes all around, the alumni and attending undergraduates (several were home for spring exhaustion period) slowly drifted from the scene—a far happier and more loyal bunch for having attended.
For the Dartmouth Club of St. Louis
