Class of 1918
In view of the fact that we have only recently put an issue of the class magazine, "The Roar," to bed—news for this column is a wee bit scarce this month. However, if you chaps who are now believing that life begins at forty will send in your questionnaires and include some gossip re other Eighteeners, we may produce an interesting column before the fall departs.
For our first item, we quote from the syndicated column by Don O'Malley, called "New York Inside Out," and published throughout the country "Gene Tunney, the Shakespearean-reciting ex-heavyweight champion, is a rabid 'squash' addict. Now squash is a lovely game and Mr. Tunney is a lovely fellow, but really, folks, it just seems as though he should curb his enthusiasm for the sport. The other day I ran into Mr. Stan Jones, one of New York's most beloved advertising men, and the poor boy was all battered up as a result of a 'squash' game with Gene Tunney. It all happened over at the Park Avenue Racquet Club. The game was going along very nicely until Gene lost complete control of himself and quite unconsciously swatted Mr. Jones in the nose with his racquet 'Did it hurt verymuch, Mr. Jones?' I asked .... 'WellI'll tell you how hard he hit me,' answered Stan, 'for two weeks I could smell the odorof hickory.' "
ALL ABOUT GENE MARKEY
And still another Eighteener breaks into the public print. We now quote from the August issue of True Story magazine: "Notlong after that she (Joan Bennett) metGene Markey. He was a well-known scenario writer, and, unlike most scenario writers, he was handsome, he was young, andhe was the Beau Brummel of Hollywood.His name had been coupled with manybeauties There were, as a matterof fact, few more charming men in Hollywood than Gene Markey. Everybody soughthim as a dinner guest, for he had a polishand a charm, a suave wit, and a great dealof manner. His delightful house in BeverlyHills was the scene of many small andcharming dinner parties that seemed tobelong in London or New York rather thanin Hollywood. And it was common knowledge that several very enticing stars hadset their caps for him ivithout result *Within two months after they met, JoanBennett and Gene Markey were engaged..... Their marriage was a great socialevent." .... We don't want to ruin the magazine stand sale of True Story, so get a copy and read on for yourself!
Dick Cooley, the Boston bull in the china shop, writes as follows: "I haven's seen anyof the Eighteeners this summer. Have beenworking like the devil trying to keep mycreditors satisfied, atid, believe me, this NewDeal stuff isn't so hot for a small 'luxury'business. We have up here what is calleda summer ticilight Four Ball League, andno one with a handicap below 14 can playin it. We play at 4 P.M. Thursdays, andit's a heck of a lot of fun. Especially theaftermath with dinner and the home clubfurnishing the liquor. Have run into a lotof Dartmouth boys but no one in' 18. Theymust all be too darned good for thisleague." .... Presumably, Dick is talking about gol£, though it may be crapshooting for all we know.
HARVEY HOOD HEARD FROM
Harvey Hood goes on record (late in August) thusly: "George Rowel is just leaving for Bermuda as a result of hay fever.Jake Bingham also has hay fever and isjust leaving for Squirrel Island. I havenever tried hay fever, but it looks as thoughit gets results." .... Harvey also starts an unconfirmed (at this writing) rumor that Frank Clahane has recently acquired a brand-new wife. Will our private operatives in Gotham please look into this?
In case any of you have any unused postage stamps lying around the house, you might make a note of your Secretary's new business address: 812 Norris Building, Atlanta, Ga.
A little bird whispers that "Jerry" Geran is thinking of starting up a pro hockey league in Australia this year. And that any wives of Eighteeners who want to see a treat in lovely antiques should prevail on their hubbies to make a call on Walter Ross in Port Washington, Long Island. But said husbands must be prepared thereafter for their wives to remind them of what a great man Walter Ross must be, because he has finished up most of the antiques himself.
Reports on the class' showing in the Alumni Fund aren't as glowing as we might all wish, but still there's evidence of an upgrade. Frank Clahane, class agent, lets us know through Treasurer Earley that in 1933 Eighteen collected $B5O for the fund, and this year the total was .$976.50 from 96 men—an increase of $126.50. More power to you, Frank, for your efforts.
None too early to start planning some class get-togethers during the football sea-: son. If you think an Eighteen shindig in Boston about the time of the Harvard game would be a natural, please pass your thoughts along to our class prexy, Harvey Hood, 500 Rutherford Ave., Boston. The : date of the game, of course, is October 27. . ... If you think it's high time the class turned out in force in New York, why not concentrate on a class dinner the night before the Princeton game, late in November? Those wishing to vote the straight ticket, please communicate with Fred Cassebeer, 953 Madison Ave., N. Y. C. In all events, write somebody somethin'. ing by the few letters your Secretary receives from members of the class—why, exclamation points and so forth!
Hiram H. Belding Jr. is now living in Glencoe, 111., and is engaged in the investment business at 135 S. La Salle St.; Chicago. Fred Samuels—gosh, this must be "Shorty," who spent a number of years with the Western Electric in Atlanta a long time ago—is an accountant with the Int. Tel. & Tel. Corp., 67 Broad St., New York, and living in Port Washington, Long Island. William C. Wales is with the Donnelly Garment Cos., 1828 Walnut St., Kansas City, Mo. Leon Alden is a consulting engineer, with offices in the Park Square Building, Boston, and residing at 8 Forrest St., Middleboro, Mass.
Twenty years ago this fall you entered Dartmouth! Think that over before you try 36 holes in one day or in other fashion try to demonstrate your youth! A lot of the boys who entered with you and me are with us no longer. This is hardly the place and time to get sentimental or even philosophical, but don't you agree your effort towards bringing the class into closer touch with one another—the old class solidarity —is worth while? How to do it? Well, two things wil help: one, get right with the class treasurer, Ernie Earley at 16 Court St., Brooklyn, N. Y., so that essential class organization work may be carried on. Two, drop a line to your class secretary in Atlanta, giving a little dope about your own activities and news of other Eighteeners you have happened across I know Ernie isn't disposed to dun any of us, but that's no excuse for us not poneying up with dues. And hanged if your Secretary is going to plead in every issue for news. If you don't send it, you don't read it!
Before very many more weeks, we hope to issue an up-to-date class roster, including dope on each and every man. All o£ this, however, was discussed at length in the last issue of "The Roar," and presumably you read yours.
Secretary, 812 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
