Class of 1908
Here's the big spot news of the month for 1908. The head office at Hanover announces the father and son list for the class of 1938, officially, as follows: Gordon Blanchard, Gordon Blanchard Jr.; John A. Clark, Alexander Clark; Herbert H. Mitchell, Hamilton B. Mitchell; Dana Parkinson, Dwight Parkinson; Eugene M. Prentice, Eugene M. Prentice Jr.; Arthur B. Shaw, Arthur B. Shaw Jr.; Arthur T. Soule, Arthur T. Soule Jr.; Burton D. Thorpe, Frederick E. Thorpe.
Dick Merrill's son, 1937, continues to give promise of being a varsity end before the season is over.
Thomas E. Andrew, one of the boys who started thirty years ago with the class of 1908 but didn't finish, has a son in Dartmouth, class of 1936. He is Thomas E. Jr., and scrubbing around to find where he transferred from will produce another item for an early issue.
THIRTY YEARS AFTER. (1)
One of 1908's correspondents for the MAGAZINE recently made a hurried trip through Hanover It being exactly thirty years since the boys of that august body first encountered cider jugs on window sills, raisin pie at 10:30 p.m., etc., the notes set down are spun out in this wise and to wit: Route 5, straight up the Connecticut Valley, is swell, practically all concrete.
.... The pleasing views of town and country are just about the other side of the pictures glimpsed from the B. & M. train which wended its way from Springfield to the Junction thirty years ago, and still does Even a last year's car of medium price range easily beats the valley train to the June Some things haven't changed tobacco barns with their split sides; brush smoke, munching cattle, blue wagons with enormous wheels
At or about Ascutney slow speed and caution were necessary to circumvent a team
of oxen. The former Mrs. Isaac B. Locke is now Mrs. Albert Moore, wife of the postmaster at Westminster, Vt. A call at her home re vealed that she and Ike, some years ago, put a deserving boy through Dartmouth. Ike, who had a lung affliction during his last years, it was learned, did not die from the malady. He was on a hunting trip, met with an accident, and his death resulted. It was late in the autumn of 1927.
A rumor picked up in the valley credited Art Rotch with being the author of "Pent house" and several other Saturday EveningPost stories, besides numerous movies. We were about to wire Art with the view of getting a ride on his yacht, when the informer made an admission. Wasn't it possibly Arthur Somers Roche she was thinking of. Well, it might be, at that. It was
White River Junction is rapidly acquiring a new postoffice building. It is being built smack between the old Junction House, now the Coolidge Hotel, and the dilapidated railway station. If they ever do get a new station at the June, you won't be able to see it now, because of the new postoffice. The June hasn't changed much, these thirty years
Things seem to be going nicely in Hanover precinct. A call at the fire station, a stone and brick affair located just about on the spot where "the widow" held forth three decades ago (probably just one of those college coincidences) brought forth a few facts and figures. The Hanover Fire Department includes a hook and ladder truck, two hose trucks with booster tanks, and another truck which has a high-powered pumper aboard. The gentleman in charge, a confessed townie (and they haven't changed much either), said there were 25 members from the Hanover citizenry, ten from the student body. "We get just the big shots from the campus. It's quite an honor," the volunteer fireman volunteered, then he clamped down. We told Sid Hayward and he promised to run a story on the H.F.D., some day. It has possibilities
We got a squint at the room in which the faculty meets. In the upper rear of the Administration building, it's an inspiring spot, high benches with huge arms, etc. As different from the old location in the old library, as concrete Route 5 scenery is from that of the old B. & M
Alex Faulkner, Richardson Hall janitor summa cum laude, is in fine fettle, looks not a day older. Ditto for Joe Truman, who was squirting the hose all around the corner opposite the Inn as in days of yore. Ditto, and hurrah, for Bill Murray, the French slinger and golf club swinger Prescott Orde Skinner, also a French dispenser of our life and times, looked well, no older That Hanover air certainly does things, when it comes to keeping that schooldays complexion
Neatest crack of the trip: From a candidate who hopes to enter Dartmouth with the class of or '43. Says he doesn't care, knows the town already and loves it. In passing Dartmouth Row, with the early sun aslant, the simple comment: "Schoolboy Row." ....
Did you ever leave Hanover by the northern route, not knowing whether you would ever see the old place again? It's worth trying. Up past Lyme, turn right at Orford. Thence to Plymouth. Never having been in the real mountains, it was a treat, came well above all the nice things said about the great North Country of our dreams. Saw the Great Stone Face in the waning sunshine, reached the base station of the Mt. Washington cog-wheel railroad. The pleasing ticket-seller being none other than Nathaniel Alden Sherman, 1910's prize sprinter, we went down in our jeans for three round trips, and it was the biggest bargain since Henry Ford bought out the partners. Henry N. Teague, who ran the Commons in our day, is president of the cog road and was right there on the porch of a cabin to greet us. "It looks like a good night," said Hen. And so it was. Moonrise, sound sleep 6,293 feet up, sunrise made to order. Going down the mountain we were going away from Hanover, we knew, so that wasn't so good. But we sped along the Dartmouth College highway, even in those Far North reaches, and there was a mountain called Dartmouth near-by. Home by way of St. Johnsbury, Burlington, the Adirondacks, but you don't care about that
News of a missing classmate is transmitted by the postman in this fashion: "The Reverend Canon and Mrs. RobertWetmore Plant announce the marriage oftheir daughter Isobel Gardiner Dixon toMr. Arthur Kimball Blood on Wednesdaythe third of October, 1934 Boston, Massachusetts."
As all classmates who continue to receive United States mail should know, Rosie sent out a postcard asking for news notes. When this was written, just before the November issue closing date, only 17 replies had been received. The response isn't as good as it was a year ago. Let's have some news notes, about yourself, about the other fellow, preferably both. We can't write notes without notes.
None other than John Baldwin Glaze, the gridiron and diamond hero of 1908, comes across with authentic dope on himself and immediate family in this wise: "For your use, if you care to, in the nextissue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE you maystate that business is very much improvedcompared with this time last year. We arenearly back to normal operations, althoughfar from the peak of 1929, but who cares togo back to those conditions with the possible risk of having another over-production and a resultant depression similar tothe one that followed that mad year.
GLAZES GROWING UP
"My family is growing in height but notin numbers. If all goes well I expect Donald will enter Dartmouth a year from thispast September. However, that has notbeen definitely settled, as we may hold himout one year for further training beforetaking up the best four years of his life inHanover. Johnny is doing well in schooland should follow his older brother to Hanover by about three years. Mary comes ayear later but, of course, cannot go to Hanover to join the boys.
"You will see by this schedule that I amin for a siege of bombardments on mybank account for additional expense. I ampretty well schooled in the art of avoidingunnecessary contributions already, but Iunderstand that boys and girls get to bepast masters in their follow-up requestswhen in college, and generally get results.I can see Jack Clark, Mike Stearns, andothers who have gone through the experience nod their heads in approval. However, if it permits one to live over thethoughts and experiences of the four yearsin Hanover when our boys go through thesame experience, it will be worth the expense and effort.
"Much has been said about the changein coaching at Dartmouth. Naturally,everyone looks forward to great results thisfall. I am not in a position to say much because I was part of the old system by virtueof being scout of the Cornell team. Anycomments I might make at this time mightbe held against me. It should be borne inmind, however, that a change in coachingsystem often works against the incomingcoach because it is difficult to make adjustments quickly and get good results thefirst year. Of course everybody is back ofthe new group of coaches, and we certainlyshould give them all the support possible.
"I see very little of the classmates exceptat the annual banquet in Buffalo. Perhapsif they knew of the rather liberal touchwhich was made by one of our illustrousclassmates when he visited me two yearsago I might have more calls of this nature.However, I am on guard, and I warn anyclassmate who brings a hard luck story tome that he will have a difficult time to gethis story across. I would like to see any ofthe classmates, however, who are closeenough to Niagara Falls to give me achance to say 'No.'"
The writer believes everyone should contribute his five cents' worth to the 'OB notes, so here goes: The same classmate who touched Muldoon Glaze for 25 bucks stopped, en route to Niagara Falls, and hit L. W. G. tor $10. He told about losing a pocketbook "near Utica." When asked how much was in the pocketbook, the classmate replied, "Seven dollars and twenty-five cents." The rejoinder to that, naturally, was something along the line of "Why seek ye two seventy-five more than you had?" He didn't know and didn't get the dough. Since the Batavia episode, your correspondent has learned that our fra-n-n-n-d is wanted in at least two states on bad check charges.
Displaying the old "never say die" spirit of his football days, Charlie DeAngelis has fought through to nomination, as indicated in the following dispatch to the New York Times:
"Utica, N. Y., Oct. 5. After a re-canvassof 25,000 votes, Justice Edward N. Smith inSupreme Court declared Charles L. DeAngelis, Republican nominee for countyjudge of Oneida county, victor over Bradley Full by a majority of 19 votes. At theprimaries Mr. Fuller apparently was nominated, but Mr. DeAngelis showed that inspectors of a district in the Eighth Wardestimated a number of ballots instead ofcounting them."
John McLane Clark of the class of '32, son of J. A. 'OB, has, for some weeks past, been in the city editor's department of the Washington (D. C.) Post. We are informed that it was to permit the editor to accept this opportunity in a wider field of journalism that the publication of the New Canaan Gazette was discontinued, as mentioned in our last number.
Cleve Foote '08 Died October 6, 1934.
Secretary, 421 East Main St., Batavia, N. Y.
