Class of 1925
With the official ending of summer, the talk of football, and the final placing of a five-dollar bet with one of those sons-of-Harvard, we return to the MAGAZINE. Dig- ging out the file of notes and letters we have accumulated during the past few months we find our supply of news is discouragingly light, but we thank God for men like Whit Campbell, Deak Blodgett, and Ken Hill, who have recently written in with sufficient dope to start this column.
With the Terrific Tenth only a few months away, how's for news from one and all so I can go to work on something for the class to read. Contributions on anything will be gratefully accepted—and printed.
Out on the Pacific Coast the Dartmouth Association of Northern California recently elected Slim Bauman vice-president. It seems he is in charge of entertainments, and the first party Slim engineered in his new executive capacity was such a thundering success that when the mist had cleared away he was voted life chairman of the entertainment committee.
Not long ago I saw Dr. Jack Spring in Nashua, N. H., where he is established as a general practitioner, curing or killing with ease, neatness, and despatch as the fancy strikes him. At that time he gave me the wildest ride I have ever lived through, Buster Brown not excepted. At the time he was trying out—or tiring out—his new
Studebaker. Pleasantly the news has assailed my ears that of late, however, the good doc has quieted down, and recently in New York he took unto himself a wifeone Ethel A. Benham.
Paul Reed and Tige Lyon were seen among the 35,000 who watched Discovery chase Calvacade across the finish line at the Arlington Classic.
Our western reporter reports that: Ed McNamee is back in Chicago.
Lee Jamison can be reached at the University Club, Salt Lake City, Utah.
Bob Borwell, having acquired a sail boat for his place at Crystal Lake, Mich., is now known as "Sailor Bob" to his friends.
The Warner Washburns were likewise to be found at Crystal Lake, Mich., during the month of August.
A 1925 party is shortly to be held in Chicago, under the guidance of Carl King,
Bob Sharp received his Ph.D. at Harvard last year, and we understand he is now teaching at Rensselaer in N. Y.
Mr. and Mrs. Ted Geisel so enjoyed the Incas last summer that they returned to Peru for another visit this year. Quick, Henry!
The Drennan Slaters take a great pride in the arrival of Robert Randall on August 10. There is a two-year-old sister named Suzanne. Incidentally, Drennan made a speech in the Illinois House of Representatives in favor of the new Illinois Corporation Act, of which Whit Campbell was co-author, and needless to say the bill was passed.
Mr. and Mrs. Preston Tanner have a very lovely home in Chapultepec Heights, Mexico, D. F. They are to Mexico City what Whalen was to New York and Gaw to Chicago. Officially, Preston works for the Western Electric Company.
Early in the summer, all the '2sers around Boston and vicinity gathered for the second annual all-day outing at Pete Haffenreffer's farm down in Bristol, R. I. The class of '24 rounded up their gang and joined the uproar. These old-timers we challenged to games of chance and deeds of skill and daring. Unnecessary to report that we won every event (or we wouldn't be mentioning this thing at all). The baseball game lasted three innings and broke up in a free-for-all until Bert Perry was rendered cold, clammy, and unconscious by a well-placed kick in the ribs. Then the boys got down to some real rough business and organized a football game. We kicked off to '24 and on the first play Old Reliable Bob Sweetser tackled Jim Newton with so much guts and gusto that everything collapsed under the onslaught, including the ball. The reviving squad rushed on the field, and after administering some three kegs of stimulating medicants, the skirmish, scrimmage, or you-name-it, continued until we had given our all—and that goes for most of our shirts and pants—for the glory and honor of the class. So it went, well into the gloaming, when Whitey White, Ken Hill, and Bill Sleigh took over the leadership of our famous imported German band and broke up the party by dumping pitchers of beer down the three biggest horns of the three biggest Umpah blowers.
Secretary, 67 Milk St., Boston
