Class of 1918
From Plattsburg, N. Y., we received word from Ed McDowell. The doctor practises surgery and obstetrics, reminds us to remind you that Monk Cameron was married last November, and that he (Ed) boasts two children, a boy 8, and a girl 5. Ed maintains that there's no Dartmouth news up in that section. Maybe some of you chaps will drop in on him and stir up somel . . . . "Still practicing law," pens Irv Rand from out in Portland, Oregon. "Am apparentlythe only Eighteener in this part ofthe country," he continues, "except Converse and McMahon in Seattle, whom I hadthe pleasure of visiting with some weeksago. Have acquired a house, and, moreimportant, a daughter Mary, in 1933, sowhat's the use of kicking about depressions?"
Good stuff, that business of Eighteeners dropping in on one another. I would think so, especially since I plan to inflict my presence on Ed Ferguson or some of the other brethren in Boston, when I head to the secretaries' meeting in Hanover early in May. Any other free overnight stops offered?
W. T. Woleben, one of our small but select Southern colony of Eighteeners, is now superintendent of Orange Grove High at Gulfport, Miss. And Tom Proctor read weather reports all winter long to arrive at this conclusion: "I guess this past winterwas a good one to spend in the South." Tom has been working at a building construction camp for Wheeler Dam, Tennessee River, near Muscle Shoals, for the TVA. His address: Washington Terrace Apts., Sheffield, Ala Eddie Butts and his wife took in Winter Carnival. They didn't relish the thirty-eight degress below zero weather!
A 1 Rice, the well-known bond salesman of Upper Montclair, N. J., reports a rumor that Dick Holton and his wife spent part of the winter at Pinehurst. These bankers!
. . . . Johnny Simmons claims the job of head office boy and general information clerk at his concern. However, we observe the company's name is John Simmons Co., no Centre St., N. Y., so we rather imagine Johnny signs the checks as well. He's another of our Upper Montclair delegation J. Donald Snyder admits he's a lumber dealer in Mariner Harbor, N. Y„ but fails to spill any gossip. And gosh, another county heard from! Good old Mel Southwick. Mel is with the Standard Vacuum Oil Company out in Hankow, China. "I'm reading your column regularlyand like it," writes our foreign delegate (Well, it is good news to realize someone is so doing!) "Check goes in this mail toEarley to provide for further news. Fromthis distance there is not much news ofparticular interest. No wars, floods, orfamines near us to provide excitement, butwe are just as well satisfied to be left alone;we've already had our share."
Lyman M. Drake Jr., engaged in the insurance business at 175 W. Jackson St., Chicago, now resides in Glencoe, Ill. Walter N. Taylor lists his occupation as engineer and executive of the Buffalo Planning Board. Reach him at 46 Henley Road, Buffalo, N. Y.
People who live in glass houses shouldn't etc., I suppose. So your Secretary is going to mail Ernie Earley a check for $3.50 for class dues and this magazine, pronto, and then respond to Frank Clahane's plea (Alumni Fund) in a small way at least. . , . . Now that that is attended to, I can ask you the question direct: Have you crashed through? Ernie's address is 16 Court St., Brooklyn, N. Y., and your fund contribution (and it's needed) should be addressed to Francis J. Clahane, Moody's Investors Service, 65 Broadway, N. Y.
Sol Bloom comes to our aid with a news note from Akron, O. He mentions the Dean's visit to Cleveland and declares that
"The Hardie" was putting out the highballs. Afterwards Fat is alleged to have eaten two portions of everything, six dinner rolls, three plates of celery, and most of Jack Slabaugh's left ear. Bill Bemis was also on deck, resplendent in his Ronald Coleman moustache. By the way, Sol (alias Paul A. Bloom) is with Barton & Co., investments, at 1401 Central Tower Building, Akron. Or is it Central Depositors Building? Our records and Sol's handwriting don't quite agree.
Another doctor heard from—Ray Barrett. "Am still practicing medicine," writes our Longmeadow, Mass., representative. "Havebecome busy enough to cut out more andmore branches of medicine until now Ido only internal medicine. Now live at 173Farmington Road, and am ready for anyEighteeners who come through. Don Macaulay was recently appointed Springfieldcity solicitor, head of all the law departments of the city."
Those of us who managed to get back to Hanover for the Furious Fifteenth last June marveled at the changes that had taken place since "our day." It occurred to the conductor of this column that the rest of you might like a word picture of things. And who better fitted to do the job than Ed Booth, big professor and dog-raising man of Hanover? So I cracked down on Ed, and the boy came through, nobly. I turn the mike over to Professor Booth.
"A modest little order, yours, that Icrash through with four or five paragraphson the general subject of 'Changes atiEighteener would notice if he dropped inat Hanover,' and airily vague both as tolength of the paragraphs and the totalnumber of words necessary to serve asfiller for this column! However, my sympathies are all with you. We who wishedon you the job of class colyumist and enjoythe products of your labors ought to showour grateful appreciation thereof 'bylending a hand now and then. So heregoes
"Changes! Well, a few of them! I've hadthe luck to be here almost continuouslysince we were graduated, and to me, ofcourse, most of the changes have seemedgradual. I've heard them forecast and discussed before they occurred, they've takenplace before my eyes, and I've lived withthem daily after they were accomplished.Hut, as I slop to think, I can well imaginethat to Rip Van Eighteener, returning tothe campus after sixteen years, the changesin the College and the town—changes inphysical aspect, in personnel, in mores toa degree, and perhaps (I'm not sure ofthis) in essential spirit—to him, with hismemories clear of the Hanover of '14-'18,these changes might indeed seem radical,startling, sudden. Mark Sullivan says ofhis latest volume, 'Over Here,' that it dealswith a 'period now only a little more thanfifteen years in the past, as measured intime, but already, for the youth of America,as remote almost as the covered wagon andthe log cabin.' Whew! I guess we are oldtimers! I know that some of the changes inHanover do astonish returning Eighteeners,for on occasion I've had the fun of playinghost and guide to them and have heardtheir exclamations of surprise, dismay, delight.
"Omitting these exclamations—utter yourown, Rip, if you feel that way—l'll showyou around a bit What? You got offat Norwich? Why, nobody does that nowadays! If you don't motor or fly to Hanover,you detrain at the June and come to townby 'bus. Still, it's just as well you did trekover the Ledyard Bridge once more, foryou're not likely to see it again Yes,it'll soon be replaced. Remember our describing it in Theme No. 1 in FreshmanEnglish? And how Dick Aishton, too lazyto hike down the hill to have a look at it,gave himself away by rhapsodizing overits 'moss-covered shingles,' whereas its roofis of tin? .... Here, let's park on CollegeHall porch while you get your breath. Sure,it's just the same, and inside is the sameold aroma of floor-oil, dust, tobacco smoke,and 'combo.' I doubt if the present generation knows what a 'combo' is. Maybe theydo, but they don't purchase it with mileage..... No, that alleged music you hear isnot the band practicing, nor a moderncounterpart of Bones Joy in the livingroom. It's the freshman orchestra attempting to make tolerable the lot of theirclassmates who now eat in Commons bycompulsion. And did you notice the redneon-light sign over the entrance to theGrill? 'Tap Room!' Right! Beer and alewithout a trip to Wilder! Takes quite abit of the zest out of it, I suspect Yes, that's our new Baker Library overthere at the left; you've seen plenty ofphotographs of it, no doubt. And on itssouthwest corner, nearest us, is SanbornEnglish House, which balances CarpenterHall, the new art building, a block furthernorth But there's something missing, you say? Indeed there is: the old WhiteChurch. One calm spring night in '31 itburned, a magnificent and tragic spectacle.To the students, of course, it was simply agorgeous show, but I saw tears in the eyesof many of the older people in the crowdthat night The Old Row across theGreen looks the same as ever, doesn't it?But with a difference: Thornton and Reedare now—inside—modern classroom buildings Webster's unchanged, yes. AndI give you my word, last fall upon its stepsone morning stood the same old stutteringJo Spaghetti selling plaster pipe-racks andAnnette Kellerman figurines to the greencapped lads of '37! I stopped to chat withhim, and darned if he didn't remember meby name, and you, Rip, and a score ofEighteeners! .... Yes, Rollins squatsthere as of old, but it doesn't mean the sameto the students of this decade as it did tous; no 7:50 A.M. march-in-a-body to chapeldaily now The Inn looks familiar,but note the huge new wing stretchingOver toward Bissell Where's thewatering trough and the Dartmouth Diner?Ask me another! But tho the Diner's gone;him who operated it you may still seeabout, genial Henry Pelton Scotty's?No. Gone, and no more 'Omahas' or 'Denvers' available in Hanover. Scotty himselfyou can find, though, cigar and all, managing a store down in the Tavern block.. ... And speaking of cigars, there's JimCampion trudging by, and the toddleralongside is his grandson. We call him 'oldJim' now, for young Jim, father of saidgrandson, today runs the store, down thestreet where Dudley's used to be. A gorgeous haberdashery it is, too, and so's JohnPiane's Coop, just opposite Yes,that was Hi Croall himself who piloted thetruck around the corner just now
Pat Labbey? No. I don't know. Haven'tseen him for years Yes, BusterBrown's still about Wait! Don't askthem so fast. Yes, still in Hanover and onthe job—and they'll greet you warmly whenyou encounter them—are Tony the Barber,and Dave Bowman, and Serry Serafini, JoTruman, Bill O'Neill, Alec Faulkner,'George' of Allen's—but he's now in theWigwam, a new food place. No, Jake Bond,Lon Gove, and Jim Haggerty have goneto their reward Aha! Now you inquire for the faculty, eh? And it's abouttime, too, for aren't they a fairly importantpart of the College? There are a lot moreof them now than there used to be. The'lB Aegis list on the academic faculty,whereas in this year's catalog are the namesof 227 men on the teaching staff! Stillyou'll recognize quite a few old-timers..Look! Yon roly-poly is, believe it or not,none other than that good friend and counselor of 1918, Frahcis Lane Childs! Here'sa change indeed, you say? Yes, but he'sfully recovered from the illness that kepthim away from Hanover for seven or eightyears and is now better than ever. ....Right, that is Dutch Hardy across thestreet, if you insist on referring to mycolleagues by nickname. Yes, I know youdo it with affection and no disrespect.
. . . . Yes, David Lambuth is here still,and his composition courses are as alwayspopular Doc Bowler? Yes, 'Smut;or Physical Education, is still required ofthe frosh, but I think that of today's youngsophisticates few are upset to the point offainting by the climactic lecture
Yes, Squirt Gerould still pedals about onwhat I think is the same stately bicycle.
. . . . And Professor Skinner still totes thatlittle green bag as he hastens to keep upwith Louis Dow Yes, Frank MaloyAnderson you can invariably find eitherat his office in Reed of thumbing throughthe card catalogue in Baker Library You took Chem? Well, Culver's torn down,thanks be, but up near old Wilder (They'vegone out from Prof. Hull's Physics')stands Steele, the new Chemistry Lab, andthere Doc Bolser and Cheerless Richardsonstill hold forth. . . . Yes, Wentworth'sright where you left it, and Doc Mathewson,Hippo Haskins, or Ralph Beetle willgreet you if you drop in Where'sthe 'Bug" Lab? Of course Butterfield hadto go to make way for the library, but newNatural Science is only a hundred yardsfrom the old site, on the other side of MainStreet almost directly west. There seekDoc Griggs and require him to regaleyou once more with his moose-hunting exploits And Billy Patten? No, you'llbe saddened to hear that he's no longerwith us. And the list of our instructorswho have died also includes Bubby Bartlett, Johnny K. Lord, Eric Foster, FreddieEmery, John Poor, George Ray Wicker,Professor Husband, Harmony Morse,Frank Upkyke, John Young, Lemuel Hastings, Gene Clark, Charles Miner Stearns,Allen Norton, Claude Roule, and hejoined them only recently—Charlie Lingley. What incalcidable, irreparable loss toDartmouth their passing represents! Wewere fortunate indeed to have known themand to have been in their classes
"You'd like to explore the town a bit onyour own? To drop in at your fraternityhoused Well, I don't recall the club youbelonged to, Rip, but the odds are againstyour recognizing the old lodge, for theonly ones which have not been eithermoved or rebuilt or both since our timeare Deke, Phi Gam, Phi Delt, Kappa Sig,and, yes, the hunting lodge of Phi KappaPsi. (Canny lads, the members of thesefive: they're probably the only mortgagefree houses in Hanover.) Well, after you'veplayed old grad for the brothers and toldthem what a great crowd that '18 delegation was, I'd suggest you swing down TuckDrive and look over the palatial newTuck School there. Then walk out MainStreet past the hospital, for you must not miss Dick's House, the beautiful homelikeinfirmary Mr. and Mrs. E. K. Hall gavethe College in memory of their son, of theclass of '27. Then this afternoon dropdown to the gym, call on Pat Kaney, seethe new hockey rink, Davis Field House,the Spaulding Swimming Pool—and in connection therewith be sure to note thebeautiful shower room, which was thebequest to 'his beloved Dartmouth' of ourown Stan Hill, who died of wounds inFrance in August, 1918. See also the footballstadium, and at its mam entrance the WarMemorial, inhere 'the granite of NewHampshire keeps a record of the fame' ofthese Eighteeners: Rodney Brown, GeorgeCavis, William Drabble, Hal Eadie, LloydEmerson, Stanley Hill, Lester Horton,George Kane, Victor Lehman, Fred Purdon,Gene Tirrell, and Henry Williams.
"You'll be in town for several days?. Youwant to 'get' the new Dartmouth? Thenspend a morning or two in Baker Library,ramble through its stacks, gaze on theOrozco frescoes, browse and read in theTower Room, and smoke and chat withthe boys there. Are they different from theundergraduates of our day? Well, you decide! They don't know what the freshmanpicture contest is, and they've garbledRalph Walkingstick's 'lndian yell' so he'dhardly recognize it. But they behave justas badly as we did in the Nugget. Theydon't 'wood up' in classrooms any more,and—would you believe it?—if the instructor is not on hand when the seven-minutespast bell strikes, they don't stampede likelunatics the way we did. They wait forhiml .... Lucky for me, though, at that,for there goes the bell, and I have a classover in Thornton Be seeing you!
"There, Secretary Gottschaldt! I hope itsuits you. It's been more fun to write thanI expected. Sorry it's so long. I could haveenlarged on many a point, and includedothers, of course I'll do so viva voce for any of you Eighteeners who'll honorme with a call in Hanover. You'll be welcome, I assure you.
"ED BOOTH."
Shades of the old class shows! Here's a line from Al Zulick, shoe manufacturer of Orwigsburg, Pa.: "No news especially, soI bit my dog just so there would be something for the press." We missed Al at the Fifteenth, but understand he and Gus are working up a real act for the Twentieth. .... And here's a card from the ex-president, Stanley Burt Jones, man about New York: "Duke Dusossoit Duke, the Belgianpretender to the Flemish throne, has beensunning his vast epidermal expanse on thesands at Nassau, while the workers of theworld carry on—and how! Veterans of theLegion Frangais, who looted orchards andterrorized henroosts along the Marne in'17, met recently, in pinard, song, andstory. Included were Adjutant Ned Ross,Colonel T. A. Miner, and Soldats au ligneEarley, Pounds, at Jones."
Jake Bingham maintains he saw George "Fat" Rowell, none other, sitting within the bar enclosure the other week—this time, however, it was the bar of justice, and Fat was eloquently pleading a case as only this eminent Boston barrister can. .... The principal of Framingham High (Mass.) is our old classmate Mayo Magoon. It's kind o' late to list those who attended the Boston Association dinner on January 20, so well merely note that Eighteen was well represented with some 15 or 16 on hand. Your Secretary hopes to get to Boston soon (as noted in paragraph two), so maybe there'll be some scandal to report by that time that doesn't seem to be available for this month's column.
Take the hat off to Cort Horr. The boy comes through with a corking good letter. Let's quote sections of it: "Ray Dart is married and in the investment business. Marshall Davies, another Chicagoan, is carrying on his dad's supply business on GrandAvenue. Charlie Kozminski owns his owntravel bureau, is married, has one child,and lives on the South Side of Chicago. Hesays his business is rotten. Em Morse still'temporarily' in Chicago and still (temporarily?) single. W. E. Shellman married,in insurance business, and lives in Wilmette. Dr. George H. Woodruff is making areal name as an eye, ear, nose, and throatspecialist, and the name Woodruff meansthe last word in his line in the vicinity ofJoliet. Hiram Belding is married and stillin the investment business."
By the way, in case any of you fellows who appreciate Cort Horr's report from our Mid-West sector want to drop him a line, his address is 334 South Fifth Ave., La Grange, Ill. But to continue excerpts: "Joseph Penn Carolan is an insurancemagnate. He was a county commissioner ingood old Republican days, but took a vacation when the Democrats took over thecountry. Ray Hurley is one of Chicago'sreal big men! Since his famous father diedlast fall, Ray has been busy with his dad'saffairs etc., administering the estate. Rayis married, with two or three kids, andlives in Glenn Ellyn. Martin L. Straus waspresident of Hartman's, a large furniturechain, but that concern is no more, andMarty was last reported in the investmentbusiness." Investigation concerning Cort Horr himself indicates he is still single and views the late year of 1933 as a complete washout. Two banks closed up on him, his appendix ruptured, his job slipped out from under him, all in one year. But he is now happily engaged as Mid-Western representative of the Victor Safe and Equipment Co. (selling Remington-Rand products to the stationery and office equipment stores), and feels things are at last on the up and up.
It is with sorrow that we record the passing of Frederick C. Porter. Details are lacking but we understand that Fred, who had been engaged in the real estate business in Santa Monica, Calif., died on March 10, 1933. Word of this has been only recently received, and the class' sympathy goes out to members of his family. Chuck Palmer and your Secretary represented the class at the Dartmouth-in-Dixie dinner held in Atlanta on February 26, honoring Dean Laycock. Business took me to Washington that same week, so I got a pleasant encore, attending the Laycock dinner there Wednesday night, in company with Clarence Opper and Dave McCoy. The following noon, Dave and Clarence and I were joined at luncheon in the Capital City by Larry Pope. Larry is warehouse manager for the U. S. Storage Co. and is as good-natured as ever. Dave is general commercial engineer for the Chesapeake & Potomac Telephone Co., and, as previously reported in these columns, Clarence Opper is one of the legal lights in the Treasury Department.
Glad to chronicle a pickup in volume of news notes being received by your class secretary. Keep em a comin' in!
Secretary, 419 Palmer Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
