Class of 1916
Ed Riley is about the hardest man in the world to keep up with via the local and foreign grape vine route. Last February he acted as master of ceremonies at a General Motors dinner for their Mr. James D. Mooney. (Thank you, Bill Sewell.) Next through Rog Evans I find him in that state of Pennsylvania at his country home, and at this writing Geneva, Switzerland, seems to be his working and living address. Now Ed, if you do not let me know these things how in the world can I tell your friends of 1916 where you may be found?
Earl Cranston was a missionary in China in 1921 and since then teaching has been his forte. His route has led through Boston University, Harvard, where he obtained his Ph.D., thence to State Teachers College in Buffalo, on to Colgate, and now we learn that he is head of the department of history and politics in the University of Redlands in Redlands, Calif. Take heed, California, soon there will be more sons of Dartmouth than there are native sons.
Prentice Winchell has forsaken the IronAge, and is now a lone, wolf writer, living on Riverside Drive in New York City.
Pewee Marble has left the old home town, and is now located in Worcester, Mass., where he acts as an insurance salesman.
And speaking of that illustrious city of Worcester whom else would you expect to find there but Jawn McAuliffe, that noted and bone-bruising football player (and if you do not believe that just ask your Secretary and Jake Story will be able to verify this statement also). Though he is in the Internal Revenue Bureau there is still that drive in those lunges that used to take himself and the man opposite him places.
Bob Brown is busy every minute trying to keep his Nashua Gum Coated Paper Goods Company from treading on the toes of the NRA and what have you. But still not too busy to be able to get the class due bills out, and certainly not too busy to see that you are credited with your payment if you get it in. Just gaze at these figures and think in 1931-2 we had 113 paid members, in 1932-33 it dropped to 76, and last year the number rose to 88. What will this year bring? Is there something that we can do or you can do to bring this figure to 200, which was the number in the early twenties. We would like to have any suggestions that you might have in the back of your mind. For just remember
"It ain't the individual,Nor the army as a whole,But the everlasting teamworkOf every blooming soul."
The bouquets for this past year all go to Dr. Red Tucker. After leaving Dartmouth, the Medical College in Virginia was his next stop, where he obtained his M.D. degree in time to join the Medical Corps of the U. S. Army. At the close of the war he was stationed at Newton Memorial Hospital at Cassadaga, N. Y., U. S. Veterans Hospital at Oteen, N. C., Atlanta, Ga., and then for his own health to Whipple Barracks, Ariz., and now at Tucson, Ariz. It has been a long uphill fight, but Red has the stuff that has carried him through. Last year we find him on the list of contributors to the Alumni Fund and also on the list of those who paid class dues. So orchids to you Red are my sentiments.
Joe Cheney will you please give an account of yourself. Joe, after leaving Ditto, Inc., that Dartmouth organization of Chicago, went with the Hurley Machine Company. Now it has been reported that he has left this organization. So Joe, please report back to your Secretary.
This Boston outfit under the splendid guidance of Prexy Gran Fuller certainly line up a lot of good times for themselves during the winter and summer months. You will remember that I reported the various parties of last summer to you in the October issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. The next one was held on September 15 at New Hampshire's recently opened race track, Rockingham. The host was none other than Ralph George, who has so ably sought through his position as one of the commissioners of this phase of New Hampshire's activities to give his voters the best. A luncheon was held in the club house, and then the 18 members of 1916 sat in the two boxes reserved for Commissioner George. The betting was heavy, but in spite of his drag all that Ralph could do was enable the gang to break even. John Mullen, who played the lone wolf in the betting, was able to hit plenty of them right on the nose, and ended the day a heavy winner. I hope then that John will realize that there is much in his Dartmouth connections and be considered a regular from now on. Also we are glad to learn that Art Marsden, a teacher in the high school of Lawrence, Mass., was also on hand. Welcome to the ranks, Art, and as each of you finds out each time you come back it is well worth while. Just bear in mind that October 26, the night before the Harvard game, will be the next party. Red marks all over that day so that you will not miss it and you will be well rewarded I speak from experience.
A flower show at my young Johnnie's school has just ended, and the young man had first prize just a pansy like his ole man. But the funny part of it all was that Johnnie entered the contest with one flower from the Pelletier garden and then was given additional flowers by his classmates. So the best will come out oh yeah!
In case you did not examine the Necrology section of this issue, I know that you will all join with me in the sorrow at Husky Hearin's death, which occurred very unexpectedly during August. Husky was with us for two years and then left Dartmouth. For more specific details consult the Necrology section.
Lindy Lindman, our Math Prof, has served at the Hill School, the Mercersburg Academy, Blake School at Minneapolis, Lake Placid School, and the Canterbury School at Milford, Conn., that Yale prep school from which Milstead came. But in addition to this it would seem that Lindy was competing with Carl Holmes for he ran Camp Mowana for boys at Readville, Me., this past summer.
And now listen, all youse guys and gals it is now Mayor Doyle of Sea Girth, N. J. All those tennis balls did teach Larry the art of service. Thar's the proof.
Harry Bates with his wife and parrot is now installed in the city of Brotherly Love. Philadelphia. Harry is now connected with the NRA as a field adjuster. Rog Evans writes that he certainly has his burdens to bear.
And so for the second time this year I ask, "Have you paid your class dues?" Remember, pay this year and all the back dues are forgotten. And while doing this plugging for Bob remember no news from you means no news in this column.
Secretary, 3589 Avalon Rd., Shaker Heights, Ohio
