Class of 1918
Syl Morey, advertising manager of Sinclair Refining Company, blew into Atlanta late in October, harangued his local cohorts, and then treated this aspiring reporter to a blamed good dinner. Syl now resides at 71 Washington Square in New York. He told us that Lewie Lee is associated with his brother, J. W. Jr., in the advertising business up there; that Al Sibbernsen is farming a thousand acres of prairie land out at Washington, Neb.; that Ed Mader retired a couple of years ago from renting office space in New York City and retreated to his summer place on Mader's Mountain at Dover Plains, N. Y., where he has a private lake stocked with bass, perch, bullheads, and two swans. Ed is said to have beautified the landscape with tulips, jonquils, and all sorts of evergreens, and lives there like a real squire. Squire Mader has a charming young daughter, too, we understand. Advertising Manager Morey passed along some other highlights on various of the boys as well, which will be included in the class record book, when, as, and if it is ever published. Truth of the matter is, at this writing, questionnaire blanks (enclosed with the fall issue of The Roar) have not been received from a majority of the class!
We've reported on Hal Doty's connection with the Home Owners' Loan Corporation, Dayton, 0., in these columns before, but don't believe we've chronicled the fact that he has two boys. The elder, Edward William, is now fourteen, so we presume Hal is looking around for a pledge button Here's something that sounds mighty like prosperity, and congratulations are accordingly tendered: "Mr. Francis T. Christy has today retiredfrom our firm to become executive vicepresident of Rockefeller Center, Inc. Milbank, Tweed, Hope & Webb, New YorkCity."
"FAT" HARDIE CELEBRATES
"Fat" Hardie, manager of sales for Carnegie Steel at Cleveland, dictates thusly: "While walking down Euclid Ave.last night (ed. note—Oct. 15) I was grabbedby the arm, and instead of the usual'touch' it turned out to be Harvey Hood,who had blown in town for the DairyConvention. J. Pearce, Bemis, Hood, andI are to have a little gathering tonight,and we all wish you could be present, Hoodhaving agreed to forget the dairy businessand Bemis the law for this evening only,but Pearce still claims to be busier thanthe proverbial 'one-armed paper-hanger,'although he too has agreed to forget thewall-paper business for this evening."
. ... To complete the record of the Cleveland gathering, in came this report from Prexy Hood, upon his return to his Boston haunts: "In Cleveland last weekand while there had the honor and pleasure of being royally entertained for dinner,along with Bill Bemis and Jim Pearce, inthe Union Club suite of one Francis C.Hardie, Esq. He still let us call him 'Fat,'however. His story of rise to fame andfortune from the blast furnaces is worthpublishing, also worth emulating by thoseable to stand 'the grief' which Fat wentthrough. A Dartmouth diploma (his storyon that is good, too) and a golf bag largerin diameter than Fat and holding 26 clubsoccupy the two most prominent positionsin the apartment." .... By the way, imagine most of the class realizes that our own pink-cheeked Bill Bemis is now a member of the Dartmouth College Alumni Council—and he'll make a good one.
October 27 was not only the date of the Harvard game, but also of a big class pow-wow at the Harvey Hoods', 2 Larchwood Drive, Cambridge. Here's a feminine slant on the afEair, contributed by Jake Bingham's better half. Writes Ruthie: "Imade my first appearance at an 'lB affairyesterday, and it was a real pleasure. Theoccasion was the tea at the Hoods' afterthe H-D game. Their home has real charm,and they both gave themselves muchtrouble to make the affair the success itwas. There was no hanging back aroundthe tea table, and delicious food disappeared like dew before the sun. Therewas much to talk about besides the gloriousDartmouth victory, and many a wife metwife with no casualties. Al, I assure youit's no lack of cordial feeling that keepsthese girls from the friendliness that wouldbe pleasing to their spouses. It's just thatthe opportunity for getting together inthese days of rush is too difficult. I trustno wife will have on her tombstone 'Mywife—whose refusal to meet my collegefriends saddened me for forty years.' Iwould like to feel, and so would you, theway the Dartmouth squad did yesterdaywhen the final whistle blew. Blaik ranout on the field to meet them, they huggedthemselves, each other, him. What kidsthey are, for all their brawn. It was darngood to see No news from the Bingham family. The kids look grand. Jane isfourteen months old now."
From our private operatives we gather that there were about fifty at Harvey's "Heh-Heh," including both '18 men and wives. Snappy conversations, welcome refreshment, and music—instrumental and vocal—helped make this gathering outstanding in class annals. Barbara Hood, the hostess, was voted the most charming of hostesses. Among those present: Bill and Mrs. Chisholm, Jake and Mrs. Bingham, Les Brown, Dick and Mrs. Cooley, Frank Donohue, Ed and Mrs. Ferguson, Tom Groves, Louie Huntoon, Ken Jones, George Kapff, Frank McDonough, Ed and Mrs. Noyes, George and Mrs. Rowel 1, Tom and Mrs. Shirley, Curt and Mrs. Tripp, Leon and Mrs. White, Herm and Mrs. Whitmore, Al and Mrs. Lucier, Sewall and Mrs. Strout, Parker and Mrs. Poole, Duke and Mrs. Dusossoit, Stan and Mrs. Jones, Mike and Mrs. Pounds. Perhaps there were others—if so, apologies for the omission. Others seen at the game included Ed Stanley and Jack Donohue.
How Is THIS DONE?
As a sidelight on the party, there is the following (your Secretary passes credit or blame along to Jake Bingham): "Heardat thq gathering—at least two more classmates' additional heirs had not yet arrived; a solution of how to have a boyafter three unsuccessful attempts; a proudpapa claiming twenty-four pounds for histen-months-old offspring. Names given outat a later date."
The Niagara Sprayer and Chemical Co., Inc., are manufacturers of dust, dusters, spraying machines, insecticides, fungicides, sulphur, and fruit sizers. "Watch my dust," therefore, might well be Hugh Whipple's slogan. Writing from Middleport, N. Y., he tells us: "Tom Robbins is successful atboth iron castings and contract; Bob Munson is busy pulling babies and quarrelingwith new mothers about baby feeding.Both are horribly bald." Knowing the Medina delegation, I look for some cracks about Duster Whipple soon after the publication of this paragraph.
In acknowledging a classmate's invite, Hal Day (American Radiator, Buffalo) wrote: "I note you also invited Mrs. Day.I've been looking for her myself for a longtime now." Some of the boys will have daughters old enough to interest you before long, Hal Oh, forgot something re the Medina, N. Y., crowd. Hugh Whipple and Tom Robbins have made up a party of ten to drive the 135 miles to Ithaca to the Cornell game. But that'll be ancient history by the time this column is published, won't it?
SHADES OF LEBANON HICH
Dick Sisk is bond-selling for H. C. Wainwright & Co., Boston. Jake Bingham reports a trip in October to complete the sale of his Littleton, N. H., birthplace house. Among the antiques was a picture of Ned Ross in a Lebanon High School baseball uniform. Jake tried to see Hubie McDonough in Manchester, but he was out with his high school football players. However, he did see Hubie's wife, Hazel, and his two daughters and son.
Lawrence B. Wallis is assistant professor of English literature and drama at Mount Holyoke College. His wife is active in playshop work there with him, and they have two children, Bob aged 8½, and Dick 7 years old. Wallis has written and produced a couple of plays—watch out, Gene Markey! . . . Here's a man with lour daughters! None other than the inimitable Al Zulick of Orwigsburg, Pa. Sez he: "Golf handicap—197 lbs.; bridgehandicap—no luck in the draw; hobbyfishing; politics—Capital R.; chief distinctions—only Dartmouth man in Orwigsburg, only Eighteener in the county. Latchstring always out to former exponents ofthe Hanoverian sweatshirt and floppinggalosh."
Harold A. (Johnny) Johnston is mill manager, Belding Hemingway Corticelli, at Putnam, Conn. He maintains that the mayor of Putnam and incidentally the chief of police is his assistant. "I'll guarantee you won't get pinched if you blowin to see me" writes Johnny. "You mighteven sock a policeman and get away withit. Just hit the headlines during the recent textile strike as damned near theonly plant in eastern Conn, to stay open."
Rog Warner (with Ayer in Philly) breaks into Esquire again with an article, "Let the Buyer Beware," in the November issue. It won't be long before Phyllis (14) and Roger Jr., aged is, will be ready for Smith and Hanover, eh? .... This sounds like a European trip—or wasn't it? From Bob Fish: "Fritz Cassebeer andwe (Mildred and I) tripped on the S. S. Rotterdam together. I tried to line up all thegood-lookers for bachelor Fred, but onlygot dirty looks from Mrs. Fish."
Park Poole is president and treasurer of W. H. Shurtleff Co., Portland, Me., importers and distributors of foreign and domestic salt. The old glee-clubber has two sons and a peach of a wife Ed Healey is state manager for Indiana for the France Stone Co. of Toledo and resides in South Bend And here's one of the class' merchant princes, in fact: Johnny O'Gara is now assistant general manager of R. H. Macy & Co. in New York!
Correction! After typing all that Syl Morey said about Ed Mader, a note comes in from Stump Barr (with Dick and Merle-Smith, investment securities, N. Y.) to the effect that Ed has come out of hiding in the woods and is again engaged in commercial pursuits. Where or how or what, we khow not Karl Hutchinson is an industrial engineer with Socony-Vacuum Oil Co. at Paulsboro, N. J.
Lew Pounds finally smoked out. Lissen: "Am a certified public accountant withfirm of Boyce, Hughes, and Farrell, N. Y.Married, two boys and two girls. Followed'Fearless Frank' to Haiti this last summer, and have found him sound—maybesoused—on one subject anyway. That is,Haytian rum (Rhum Sarthe) is marvelousbuy some and help out the sugar com-pany. I agidit annually. Redeye Stan Jones,batting out copy for Lord & Thomas (advertising) on Luckies, Schenly Distillers,etc. I'd advise boycotting the latter liquors."
ADDRESS CHANGES
Let's put some address changes in the records: Ralph E. Clark, life insurance, 178 Tremont St., Boston. Stanley B. Jones, now residing at 22 West 12th St., New York. William B. Higgins, in the selling field, operating from 1610 Euclid Ave., Cleveland, Ohio. Thomas R. Jones, accountant, living at 5 Dupont St., St. Augustine, Fla. Donald B. Scully in the coal business at 500 New Babcock St., Buffalo. John L. Hanley, Box 149, Red Bank, N. J. .... This dope on Cap Hanley comes from the post office, not from the old Claremont beau brummel; hope some of you Jerseyites will bring Cap out into the open once more. Sewell C. Strout, lawyer, has his office at 119 Exchange St. in Portland, Me.
This column was written before the Yale game. And before your Secretary knew whether or not there'd be a class get-together in New York at the time of the Princeton game. Mebbe we'll scare up some items on Eighteeners at those games for the next issue. And mebbe, too, the class record book will be almost a reality by the time you read these lines. Prexy Hood is going to try and talk some of you into sending in your questionnaires. Thanks to all of you who have tendered kind comment via your letters. Your Secretary is cheered by the fact that the 20th is only a few years off—and then one of you bucks will be stuck with this job.
Secretary, 812 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
