Class of 1902

That letter from Guy Abbott certainly gave a very clear picture of the situation. It is to be hoped that every man in the class has made a special effort to make some kind of reply, not alone for the sake of the College but as a special personal message to one of our best rooters. If you could imagine yourself in his place what would you wish to receive by way of class support? In these times when every one feels the pressure, and many of us more keenly than we care to say, it is a very embarrassing situation, but we have always carried on, and may we continue to do the best that we can do. Non multum, sed ex omnibus, which of course you all will translate as "Not much, but from every one."

It is a great privilege to be able to combine our business with our pleasure. Roy Hatch is a past master at that game. I don't know how he pulls the strings so as to. have a lecture appointment near Boston on the morning of the Harvard-Dartmouth football game but he does it, and then he makes all those folks who listen to his words of wisdom feel that he came all those many miles solely on their account. This is by way of preface to the report of the spring meeting of the New Jersey Elementary Principals' Association at Glassboro, N. J., on March 29, 1933, at which Professor R. W. Hatch of the State Teachers College at Montclair gave one of the featured addresses, "Creative Education in Social Studies."

That would be the business, but Roy makes it also an occasion for a miniature 1902 round-up, by taking along Tom Barnes, Mrs. Roy, and Mrs. Tom. He says moreover that Tom is not only an outstanding man in his field of educational activity, but is greatly respected and loved throughout a very large community.

If one needed more evidence he should have gone to the annual dinner of the Dartmouth alumni of Northern New Jersey on March 7, where every one who spoke seemed to feel that Tom Barnes was quite a real fellow. Well, Tom, you know we are proud of you, and we are glad to know that Tom Barnes Clapp is already slated for Dartmouth 1951.

The Dartmouth Club of Northern New Jersey further honored itself by placing on its board of governors T. L. Barnes of East Orange and G. M. Hubbard of Summit.

Our Grandfathers' Club has a new member, Robert Browning Clark having joined on January 14, 1933. The reason is the arrival of Richard Fuller Leonard, the son of Eleanor Clark Leonard and Raymond F. Leonard, young Richard being also a great-grandson of Judge Frederick C. Southgate, Dartmouth 1874. Bob himself is in better health than for some time, and keeps steadily on the job. He tells me that it is great fun to watch the young fellow who plays number one on the Shadyside Academy indoor polo team. As this young man happens to be Jim Drake, I imagine that most of us would also find a lot of pleasure in watching him.

From Springfield, Mass., I hear good reports of two of our younger generation. Robert Field and R. B. Clark Jr. are both rising business men of that metropolis. Our best wishes to both of them.

Tom Hubbard always could put a novel turn to the situation, and he delighted me with several of his comments. After giving his home address, which you all have, his answer to my query about his business address was emphatically, "None." That is even more terse than the reply which I once received from another man to the effect that in giving his business address he wanted me to understand that there was more address than business. I wonder if you don't like Tom's list of children: James L., 19; Stella, 15; T. P. Jr., 11; Jackson Chandler, 2. No wonder he has a steady job "watching the kids grow."

While we are down in Oklahoma we might as well step down into Louisiana and say "Hello" to Dan Cushing, at Bogalusa. If Dan hadn't said last fall that he was acting mayor and finance commissioner of that enterprising place, I might not have thought it of a size to need such attention. However it is a real community and happens to be larger than Leonia, N. J., so I must salute Louisiana. Dan has been a right busy man, but we all knew he could be depended upon. With Frederic, Floyd, and Barbara to help out, perhaps Dan can get around to see us in 1937. By the way, I have an idea, since they say that the folks who do the nominating don't do the electing, right here I nominate a certain upstanding man to be the next senator from Louisiana.

I understand that Joe Holmes has worn a rut in the road running back and forth from the paper mill in Holyoke to that garden on Long Hill St. in Springfield. It is quite all right, provided that there isn't too long a time between the north-bound1 ruts and the south-bound ruts. However, those are the only ruts that Joe gets into. I suppose that by the time he reads this, saucy comment he'll be having peas fresh out of the garden for dinner, but I dunno.

Now I'd better get up into Maine and call on Phil Thompson. Phil is more than a physician and surgeon, he is a whole lot more, and Portland is lucky to have him around. Still he can't write prescriptions the way Jack Griffin can, because I can read Phil's writing without my glasses (although at arm's length), and Jack's professional chirography I have already mentioned earlier in the year.

Ross Freeman is still healthy and happy in Lebanon. They made him a selectman of the town a while back. It might have been a good thing for some of the class if Ross had been a selectman there a good many years ago, say about thirty-three.

Since I started to write these notes I received the news of Irving Winslow's death, and went back then to the long letter which he sent me last fall. Since he described it as a private letter I made ho abstracts from it at the time that I passed on to the class the news of Irving's whereabouts and poor health, but I think that it is proper now that I should give you some further comments on the letter. Of course, since we were both in Hanover for a post-graduate year, it was only natural that Irving should comment or inquire about various men in that group, but the usual letter from a classmate does not refer to such a large number of individuals. At least seven members of the class were specifically named, and others were referred to indirectly. The letter was almost wholly in conversational style, with not fewer than fifteen questions which were to give it the effect of not being a one-sided conversation. Running through it all was strong evidence of an abiding interest in the college and particularly in the class, together with an outspoken admiration for the lives of Franklin Lewis, Charlie D. Adams, and Dr. Tucker, as well as for the great work of President Hopkins. I wonder how many of us carry with us such a vivid picture of the college we knew and the men with whom we lived for four years.

At the same time it is rather embarrassing to a class secretary to have someone inquire particularly about a classmate in whom he has some special interest, and not to be able to reply definitely. You know a secretary doesn't like to admit that he hasn't heard directly from anyone. And as for assuming that no one cares what you are doing, that is about as wild an idea as ever came into a man's head.

By the time you read this the annual secretaries' meeting will be a thing of the past, and probably other columns will have a full account of the proceedings. The only point of mentioning it here is to call further attention to what has been called the "class secretary's graft," and to remind myself of the small number of times that anyone who wished me to go somewhere has been willing to pay my fare in bothdirections.

As this is the last number of the MAGAZINE for the college year, I am obliged to suspend my activities in column writing for a few months, and I hope I may have a chance to get a little busier with some of the delayed correspondence. I get annoyed about my shortcomings as a letter-writer, but feeling that one of my first duties concerns this column, I have naturally given it what I could. For the outlook ahead your eyes are as good as mine. Are we better acquainted with our 1933 selves than we were? Do we wish to get on closer terms? That is about as you fellows say.

Here's to a rich summer with a gift of added health and opportunity. May we all profit by it physically, mentally, and spiritually, and if, by chance a bit financially it won't be amiss. I'll be happy to have you each send me a line or two about your summer experiences.

I thought I had finished, but then something important came back to me. Remember my quandary about that dollar business? If I had obtained money from anyone under false pretenses, I should at least make restitution, so I turned back to see if I really had made a misrepresentation. It did not appear that I had, but that seven men had voluntarily made a contribution. Accordingly I have turned this money in the names of the contributors over to our class agent as an addition to our part of the Alumni Fund. If any of those seven men are not satisfied with this action, I'll be pleased to accept further contributions. (I mean suggestions.)

Secretary, 130 Woodridge Place, Leonia, N. J.

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