Class of 1901
Cornelius Weygandt in his "The White Hills" has devoted himself to New Hampshire life, and presented in all their divergence the people and places of the White Mountains. In his chapter on "The Heritage of Sandwich," describing the beauties of this old town, its people, its atmosphere, and its scenery, we read this paragraph with interest:
"This countryside finds its way into ouraffection. In July of last year I went oneSunday morning to the Unitarian churchin Berkeley, Calif., just across the bay fromSan Francisco. I went to that church ratherthan to one of another denomination because the preacher in the Unitarian churchhad affiliation in Sandwich. He was BobLeavens—l call him as I have heard himcalled hereabouts. After the service I wentup to him and said, 'I am here to bringyou remembrances from old friends inSandwich. Sandwich, N. H., you mean'?he replied, his face brightening. I said,Yes, Sandwich, N. H.' 'Why,' he went on,'I always look on Sandwich as home. Yet,Sandwich was not, I think, his place ofbirth, nor where he'went to school. Hehad spent summers of his boyhood here,at his grandmother's, the French place onSwift River."
Doug and Mrs. VanderHoof timed a motor trip through Canada and New England in September to be in Hanover on the opening days of the College, where their nephew, Emlyn Harrison Marsteller Jr., Manassas, Va., matriculated in the freshman class. Van and his wife enjoyed a good visit with Hoppy, who promised to attend the next annual meeting of the Dartmouth Club of Virginia, of which Van is president, next spring in Richmond. Van is president again this year of the Richmond Community Fund, and has had his hands full with the recent city-wide campaign. He takes an active interest in various civic and philanthropic activities, is a member of the board of directors of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, which has just started the construction of the first unit of its buildings. Recently Van has been appointed a member of the advisory committee in Richmond for the new federal low-cost housing project.
Ed Hunter was reelected representative to the General Court of New Hampshire at the November election, representing the town of Hanover.
Mortie Crowell writes interestingly of his family. He and Zoe still live in Cleveland Heights, and their eldest daughter, Mary Louise, happily married, lives near them. Mort Jr. is now out in San Francisco, developing a business of his own. The second girl, Zoe, lives at home, with father and mother. Bill is a senior in high school, and at present is playing a brilliant game at left end on the football team. He weighs 172 pounds and is 5 ft. 11 inches tall, so ought to make a name for himself on the gridiron. The baby of the family, Janet, is in the seventh grade.
And now it is Colonel Henry Salomon, and woe betide any one neglecting to give the proper salute. None other than Ruby Lafoon himself, governor of Kentucky, has conferred this honor on our classmate, and it sure is an honor to have a real Kentucky colonel listed among our other notables. By the way, Solly has gone into business for himself, building up a clientele, serving as investment counsel.
Chan Cox's father, long a prominent figure in New Hampshire politics, and for many years warden of the New Hampshire State Prison, passed away at his home in Manchester in October.
THE HARVARD GAME
A new committee, consisting of Alma Ward, May Cox, and Mildred Taylor, took charge of the class gathering after the Harvard-Dartmouth game, and made such a success of the party that no doubt they will continue in office for a long while. It was one of those characteristic family parties, held at the Algonquin Club, Boston, right after the game. There was no formality, but no better time was ever had, talking over the old times, singing the old songs, and renewing the friendship that has lasted so many years. A note of sadness occasionally broke in, as mention was made of Dungie Crowell, and how he had planned on being with us this year, and how much his sunny presence was missed. Joe Raphael came on from Brooklyn, with Tom and Ethel Remsen. Henry and Lucia Salomon, with their son, now a student at Phillips Andover, came up from Providence. The Leaches and Steve Stevens were down from New Hampshire. Then the usual Boston crowd, Henry and Mildred Taylor, Chan and May Cox, John and Alma Ward, Deacon Hildreth and guest, and Jim and Florence Kimball. Harold and Dora Hathaway, with guests, Dr. and Mrs. Davies, were there, all the way from Shawsheen Village, and did they do some entertaining, the Hathaways, with mystifying card tricks, and Skunk, leading the singing. Tommie Rensen rendered "Alouette" in his usual finished style, the rest of the class ably joining in on the chorus.
Now some news of the children: Jim Smith Jr. is studying art down on the Cape—Wentworth (Jim's second son) has entered Williams College—Mary Elizabeth Stevens has been appointed fire captain, Elm St. House, Smith College—At Hanover, as a result of the pledging system, now thankfully over, we find Ted Hunter pledged to Zeta Psi, Robert Butterfield to Sigma Nu, Kimball Hall to "Deke," and Justin Smith (Rolfe's son) to Alpha Delta Phi.—Richard Chase is the only son of 1901 enrolled in the freshman class at Dartmouth.
Bill Crowell's answer to our notice of Warner Crowell's death is rather pathetic, Bill has been a sufferer for years, and has lived far longer than the doctors have ever expected. He is of course saddened with the thought of the Crowell trio being broken. Those of us who were at the Sunday picnic at Bonnie Oaks in 1926 will remember with great joy the presence of all three of the Crowell families, and of the "All Crowell" picture taken at that time. Bill still lives at the old family homestead at Salem, N. H., and in spite of his ill health, carries on a large farm.
The class was well represented at Dungie's funeral, which was held from his late home in Watertown, Marshall, Cobb, Haskell, Taylor, Ward, Jim Kimball, Hildreth, Stevens, Jim Smith, Wheland, George and Mrs. French, Henry and Lucia Salomon, and Harland and Mrs. Cate making up the delegation. His body was borne from the house through two lines of sad-faced classmates, all of whom acted as honorary bearers.
Secretary, 37 Berkeley St., Nashua, N. H.
