Class of 1919
Well, Commencement is finally over for your Secretary. We have just come out of our summer coma, written a report of some of the things that went on, put it in a Nineteen News and sent her off.
We have just finished going through the file, and we find material which reached us in the height of reunion promoting and for which we could find no room in those crowded days. We are planning to hoard it for a while, handing it out a little at a time during the months to come, when things may be a bit lean.
Following reunion Mrs. Davis and we went up to the Dartmouth Alumni Outing Club on Moosilauke, packed in, stayed over night, and climbed; Hell's Highway the following day. It was great stuff, and we recommend it highly to you all. If you ski no better then we do, it might be best to go in the summer time, for if you ever slipped and started down that thing on skis you're just mincemeat. It just isn't possible—that's all we have to say. No one could go down there on skis and live. Still, Jack McCrillis talks of it as casually as you would of riding in the subway, and I believe Hester has done it too. We are planning to go up sometime in the winter, tie ourselves to a good stout tree, and see if it's really so. Yet it's a grand place, and if you like to get hardy and go out of doois now and then you couldn't find a better spot.
MCCRILLIS MAKING MOVIES
And speaking of Jack McCrillis, he took a lot of movies of reunion and they are swell. We held a meeting this summer up at Jack's and had a preview. Thousands of feet were edited, captioned, and censored in a very professional manner. When it is all done we vvill have a fine film, which we will be able to release for class dinners and other gatherings. Later, we will be able to send it out for private showings—probably right after the football season, so get your bid in early. It's a great chance for you fellows who missed Commencement to see what went on. Those who were there won't want to miss it.
Among my accumulated news items is one that Stan Fitts, Jim Phelan, and Chet DeMond played in the Eastern Bridge Championships in New York, lasting at least a little while. And Bill Eads, Fort Smith's leading furniture man, writes that he got over to Tulsa to hear Craven do his stuff. At that time he hoped to make Commencement, but things must have broken badly, for he was one of those we missed. Just to show what a social influence the Nineeteen News is, Bill McMahon's oldest boy met a couple of girls named Cole at dancing school and knew them at once as Howie Cole's beautiful daughters who were pictured in one of the recent issues. And then there's a note that Bill Hooven has gone with Halladay & Cos. at 14 Wall St., but that was way last May. And the announcement of the birth of one Arthur Jay O'Neill on March 26, 1934—50n of Mr. and Mrs. A. J. O'Neil of New Rochelle and Hanover.
We have also an unusually large number of new addresses from the Alumni Records Office, but we'll save those for another day. After the football applications start to go in we'll have all the dope on the new business connections and changes of address. Then we'll have a special edition devoted thereto and get it all out of the way at once.
We met Proctor on the street the other day, and he said he had been in Hanover over the week-end. He picked up the latest dope on that wonder man Larmon, who is always cropping up in some unexpected place. Cottie is now working on the New Hampshire Liquor Commission, organizing something or other, and the die-hard newspaper boys about the state are calling him Governor Winant's one man Brain Trust.
And finally, just a word to Earl Blaik, who has got the squad out and going through its preliminary work-outs. We want to assure you that the whole class is with you, as is every Dartmouth man, win, lose, or draw—and good luck to you.
Secretary, 87 State St. Framingham Center, Mass.
