Class of 1904
The timely and pertinent address to this year's freshmen by President Hopkins has stimulated nationally known editorial columns, to words of sound commendation for the fearless, far-seeing leadership he is giving to Dartmouth through his discerning and constructive analysis of national problems, and his practical appraisal of the kind of college men needed in the present day world.
The last class to know Hoppy intimately in college, we yield to none the privilege of unanimous and sincere appreciation for his great service to the College.
A few years ago Arthur Kimball joined the Boston group of the class, but last March the changing business conditions made it necessary for him to move to Pittsburgh. Kimmy writes interestingly of his change in residence, but his love for a home in New England is the predominant note. His experience confirms a belief that many of us have in New England life. His son Charles, a graduate of Ohio State University, now with the Pittsburgh Branch, International Business Machines Corporation, was married on September 28, to Janet Gerwig, a graduate of University of Pittsburgh. Kimmy frequently sees Billy McKeen, who is in Pittsburgh, checking up income tax dodgers for Uncle Sam. He says Billy is the same as ever, and that they would both welcome an opportunity to see a classmate in the Smoky City. Kimmy's address is 6933 Meade St., Pittsburgh, Pa.
Gene Sewall, as many of you know, was intensely interested in the Orozco murals at Commencement. As chairman of the State of Maine Republicans, Gene met with a staggering blow at the September elections, and it is now rumored that he is hoping to find a talented painter to depict in a series of murals the history of the Republican party in Maine, before it becomes wholly extinct. Arthur Staples, a distinguished Maine editor and writer, speaking recently before the New England Council on the question, "What is Maine's Greatest Problem Today," said without hesitation, "Our greatest problem is,Where has the Republican party of Mainegone, and when is it coming back."
Various and sundry duties have caused me to travel about more than usual in September. At Springfield, Mass., I ran across Chick Weston at the Eastern States Exposition's Horse Show, wearing a big red badge, and doing his part in the cordial welcome that is given all visitors by the citizens of Springfield during the Exposition week. We had a half hour together, and it was a pleasure to meet his daughter. Chick practices law in Springfield, but keeps physically and mentally healthy by frequent trips to the deep Maine woods, where days are spent tramping, fishing, or hunting with his son. Beck Johnson came out to the New Hampshire building at the Exposition grounds, where we spent a pleasant hour discussing all our common problems. Beck says he has plenty of customers, but not much to sell. I tried to get in touch with Davis and Jack Nolan, but the best I could do was to talk with some of the family at each household, and learn that they were all well and glad to get class news. Jack Nolan was at Exeter, where his son was entering Phillips Exeter, and Charlie Davis was at Worcester on some work with the Telephone Co. Poland Springs, Me., the next town, gave me an opportunity to reach Lin Durgin's house, only to find that he was vacationing at that noted clam resort, Pine Point, Me. Hailing from Maine, I know our best clams come from Pine Point. Lin is acquiring too many of their characteristics. Clams in the shell aren't much; out of the shell, boiled, stewed, fried, or raw, they're great. Come on out, Durg.
IN TOWN FOR WATER SPORTS
The next wet spot was the Norwich game, and stimulated by a desire to support the new coaches of the team, and the urging of younger members of the family to see the freshman frolics, and the Norwich Cadets' drill, as well as the game, four Woods, five Rollins, two Edgerlys, two Willis, three Jacksons, three Charrons, two Laskeys, four Austins, Hinman, Nichols, Bill Gray, and doubtless a few more I didn't see, gathered at Hanover with 6000 others for the big "wet down. It was a terrible debauch, entire families were soaked. Bill Gray, always solicitous for others, gave up the game to entertain a few of the old men of the class who couldn't take that kind of a drenching.
Dr. Edward H. Eggs Egbert has written interestingly of his location at Saint Simons Island, Ga. Eggs says, "It is nice here all theyear. The spring and fall months, and earlywinter are the nicest of all. We have atouch of winter in February and Marchwith occasional frosts; on the whole ourwinters are like October in New England.The summers are cooler than any othernorthern cities I have lived in. We are sixmiles out at sea, on an island, eighteenmiles long, three or four wide, heavilywooded with live oaks, pines, and palms.We have all sorts of recreational facilities.Good hotels and cottages are available, withfishing, swimming, riding, golf, tennis, andhunting. Bloody Marsh battle field, whereOgle Thorpe fought the Spanish, July 7, 1742, is six miles from my house. The timbers of the frigate Constitution were cutand shipped from St. Simons. It's the background for our Dartmouth story-teller, BenAmes Williams, 'Great Oaks,' and 'Pirates'Paradise.' We have many Spanish missionsthat date back to the late 1560's, two hundred years older than those in California." That's enough. Think of practicing medicine or anything else in such surroundings.
Hats off to the man with a background that beats California by centuries. Let's all visit him this winter.
As these notes are being written, the families of Woods, Willis, Moulton, and Austin are gathering for a week-end in the Waterville Valley, with a trip to the Maine game as a real possibility.
Rosie Hinman, vacationing around his home state, recently found himself in the town of Jackson. He called at the first hotel he saw and asked for the proprietorproprietor couldn't see him. "If he's here he'll see me," says Rosie, and only a chance mentioning by him of the name Gale prevented a mob scene. Tinker's Hotel was a mile away. Rosie has just learned of a new and valuable use for a bucket. Say one about the size of a sixteen-quart pail, but with two strong handles instead of a bail. Specially valuable to men of small stature.
Now a trip to Boston, where any visiting fireman wearing the 1904 insignia gets a royal welcome. Telephone any Boston member they lunch together weekly on Thursdays, but they will eat Tuesdays, for Carl Woods got Pen, Ike, Sex, and Rosie to drop their tools and join us for a pleasant noon hour. Squid and Robbie don't eat Tuesdays, so I didn't see them. Hay Rolfe was dining in Europe. Guess he's fed up on having all his meals interrupted by telephone calls, as they always have been in this country.
Had a nice visit with Bob Brewer in the afternoon. The crowd waiting round to see him was as thick as bill collectors are here at the end of the summer season, but I guess Bob didn't owe them anything, for he pushed them aside and we had a real visit. Settled everything, and it didn't cost either of us a cent. Bob's expecting to go to Washington to hear the President speak some time soon. Sounds to me like a waste of money. I suggested that he could save some real hard cash by hearing it on the neighbor's radio, but he shook his head. You know Bob he didn't say anything, but I think the neighbors' chickens got into his garden and ate up the brussels sprouts.
Telephoned Zeus Marshall—got him right off seemed funny too, for I've called at his house, a brick one right on Lexington Common, several times around meal time, and he was always out. Guess his parish is a hospitable one. When I asked for news, he said, "Why don't you buy a paper?" Smart guy stuff, but when I told him it was for the alumni column he said, "Tell them I could use a $10,000 legacy." Who couldn't?
There have been a few changes of address of members of the class during the past six months, and it is my intention to get them to you in some up-to-date listing that you may find useful. In the meantime, if you contemplate a trip that will invade 1904 territory, send me a card, and I'll tell you who is located along your proposed line of travel.
There is no question but what the most successful among our members are the grandfathers. Our Hall of Fame will be started with their pictures. Send them in.
Hotelman Arthur P. Gale '04 also runs quite a farm in Jackson, New Hampshire.
Secretary, Waterville Valley, Waterville, N. H.
