Class of 1934
Some of my faithful adherents, in glancing over the subsequent jottings, may, between shivers from the cold wintry blasts, ponder about the frequent mention of summer time and the great god Vacation. And others, perhaps of a more practical nature, may wonder what in blazes their own Winchell has done with the brightly penned epistles of some odd moons ago. The answer is, of course, that your curate, as he starts this batch of notes, is up to September 10 in the mail from the congregation. But this can't last forever. Keep the letters pouring in, and some day, by accident, we'll catch up to ourselves.
Something in the nature of a miniature class reunion was held, following announcements, in New York's Dartmouth Club the Wednesday after the Yale game. Close on to 30 men went the rounds of the Club, from lounge to bar to banquet table, and all agreed that the venture was in every way successful, that such gatherings are to take place on the first Wednesday of every month, and that intervening Wednesdays are to be dedicated to the proposition that all men may find '34 companionship at the Club, if they have a dinner hour or an evening to spare. The next regular gathering of the New Yorkers will be on Wednesday, December 5, at the hungry hour of 6:30.
The roll call last month revealed the presence of such celebrities as Bill Adams, Callaway, Alden Clark, Tom Clark, Line Daniels, Davies, Diamond, Dryfoos, sec., Edson, Feth, Fraser, Griffin, Grimes, Gunst, Harrison, Hedges, Henry, Hewitt, Jacobson, Knibbs, Leveen, Marks, Meigher, Scherman, Stan Silverman, Spitzer, Thorne. Count 'em. X promise that after this I won't write any more lists, but I did it this time to add force to our challenge to the brothers in Boston who have similar ideas under their hats.
And now to get personal:
The '05 class notes scooped us on the engagement of Bill Knibbs to Miss Lila Lopez, of New Rochelle. Bill is working in the Guarantee Trust Company of New York. He's a regular member of the Wednesday evening sessions at the Club, but hurries away early to continue schooling himself in the art of banking.
Herbie Steyn claims that he is leading a very sheltered and retired life in New York, working for the Standard-Vacuum Oil Corporation; and, not to be outdone by the frequent announcements of engagements in these columns, he admits that hell have some news for us soon.
' After a pleasant Commencement spent with the flu in Dick's House, Homer Gregory went forth a mightier man and taught young and old campers at Newfound Lake how to be kind to dumb hosses. And now, ever the pedant, he is stationed at Vermont Academy, "showingyouth the way to culture and the royalroad to romance on skis." Signed himself, "Yours for more glee club trips."
The bare facts of Roily Wilson's existence are wrapped up in the circulation department of Ohio's greatest home daily, the Columbus Dispatch.
Ace Miller carries a dinner pail to the Revere Copper and Brass Mills, and considers himself "damn lucky to have something in it." Right now he's learning the business with the expectation of soon reaching the sales end.
Bill Wilson, fresh from the cattle country of New Mexico—rounding up the dogies and picking up odds and ends, of cowboy life—is now studying at the University of Chicago in a year's training course in hospital administration.
Bill Stowe, the noblest Roman of us all, is out at Palo Alto, continuing his study of Latin on the Royall Victor Fellowship, and living in constant fear "that coeducational and palm trees may prove too greata change from Hanover."
Like many others, Sid Wisch resented the phrase "salary-earning class," so casually dashed off in my original class letter. "A mere pittance" is what Sid calls the fruits of his labor, but the same time he radiates enthusiasm about Ohio's Largest Retail Store, the May Company. At first getting the shove from one department to another as a member of the euphemistically termed "contingent selling force," he finally landed in the advertising office, which is not such a far cry from his merchandising ambitions. He reports Al Levenson at Harvard Law School, and Art Reinherz at B. U. Law.
This fall's appointments to the Dartmouth faculty include the following names: Harlan P. Banks—lnstructor in Botany. Perry W. Gilbert—lnstructor in Zoology. Charles L. Levesque—lnstructor in Chemistry.
Bob Balgley, back from a European tramp, joined the '34 migration to Cambridge, and notes the presence in that consecrated spot, of Red Anderson, Russ Davis, Micky Bloom, and many others mentioned afore.
Hank Peirce finds employment in the Hoosier State's largest bank "edifying ifnot so terribly profitable." But besides activities in this Indiana National Bank, Henry finds time to bother his Mid-Western friends about life insurance in the Massachusetts Mutual, and is ready to show all visitors to the near-by grave of one John Dillinger.
Bill Emerson and Bill Judd send love from their apartment in Cambridge. Both have their next three years settled: Emerson as a candidate for a chemistry Ph.D. at Tech, Judd as a hard-working law student at that near-by university. Jack Fish, last seen in Cleveland in a pair of shorts, is burrowing into the books at Western Re- serve Med School Henry Kraszewski is at Tufts Medical.
Dud Tibbetts, writing from vacation in Canada, expected to entrain soon for New York, to work for the General Motors Export Corporation.
Cam Day and Brice Banks spent the summer in Hanover, writing and reading, winning tennis tournaments (Banks), and working for the Rockefeller Foundation Committee Bill Ball, prior to entering the insurance business, toured Europe and spent considerable time in Spain learning the language and seeing bull fights Ed Bishop is back at med school after hospital work in New York. . . . . Frank Foster studied at Harvard summer school, and is aiming for an A.B. degree at Dartmouth.
Gard Brown is with the Mutual Life Insurance Company of New York, agent in the territory of Lewiston and Auburn, Me.
Bob Wilmot, on the awe-inspiring stationery of the Bethlehem Steel Company, reveals that he is in the slow process of learning the sales end of the business, which entails some traveling through this section of these United States to visit the sundry plants. He mentions that Swede Lindestrom is busy with night law school and banking, and that his only other interest is some illegible word which might be either poultry, poetry, or paltry.
Hubert Johnson spent his summer publishing the weekly magazine in a Methodist rest home in Attleboro, "amid stuffy isolation." Other church activities ran from clerking to scrubbing. At the time of "writing, Johnson was getting ready to clear out and start work in Naugatuck, Conn., with the U. S. Rubber Company, but still on the lookout for a teaching job.
Snatches of a very interesting overseas letter from Ted Germann ought to make good copy: "Since I finished the summercourse of the Institute of Phonetics Ihaven't done anything but see the town.And the rumots you hear about Paris areright. It's a swell town to live in, and itssights are many and curious But theatmosphere is quite conducive to sobrietyand general slowness in the tempo of living I understand now why so manypeople come here, fired with ideas andenthusiasms, and then gradually go native,sinking back into the great stream of thosewhose energy is all spent in talk and wholive from day to day the easy and futileexistence that is so tempting and treacherous. That is part of the charm of Paris,which offers the best and the worst indiscriminately and lets each choose forhimself There's another little contrast with American life: there seems to bean unwritten law here that a man isn'tplaying the game if he comes out a streetcompartment buttoned up—this operationshould take place slowly and deliberately asbefits the occasion while one walks up thestreet. I've broken the rule a couple of timesand felt quite conspicuous Sometime soon I shall leave Paris for a shorttrip in Germany .... then for two yearsI'll be studying at the University of Bordeaux on my exchange fellowship for thedegree of Licenciees Lettres Twoyears is a long stretch for a monologuewith myself on Hanover reminiscences andprivate pep meetings,, for it's a sure thingthat I'll be the only member of the Dartmouth Club of Bordeaux."
Art Ward tells a bit about his summer trip around the country with Andy Donaldson, in which they touched almost every acre of land between Maine and California, as the song runs. They even ran into a Dartmouth man in Idaho who asked whether they were Harvard students, but he made up for this devastating slip by a combination of Dartmouth and Western hospitality. Art says he expects to while away the next four years at Tufts Med School.
Milt Spitz reports "nothing sensationaloutside of cleaning the attic and diggingup a lot of family secrets." After a lazy summer he is now engulfed in the medical school at Washington University, St. Louis.
Ed Thomas brings back the old days in quaint manner: "With the radio boomingout an orchestra with a Polish name, onethinks of Claremont and so on up theriver." During the summer Ed "studiedpediatrics first hand by being a playgroundinstructor," and is now at Tufts Medical. In some travels or other he ran across Bill Fishbach, who has been in med school in Cincinnati since leaving Hanover and is now in the General Hospital of that city.
The East found an immigrant in Bill Wyne, who is established in Newark with the W. T. Grant Company, which runs some of those red stores so familiar to all of us. Bob Warner is also with Grant's, working now in Canton, Ohio.
Ed Fuller is at Boston University, College of Music, studying for his master's degree.
Leon Lindheim assumed the job of teller in the Continental Industrial Bank, Cleveland, two days after graduation, and has spent all his spare time since then reading up on credits and debits and accounting. .... Dick Campen took a transcontinental motor trip and then settled down in the dress business in Cleveland.
SELECTED SHORT SUBJECTS: Fred Rath is working for his master's degree at Harvard, rooming with Merrill Heald, who is taking up law in that revered institution Jake Jacobson is tied up in the textile industry in New York Frank Spain and Bob Bennett are working for Standard Oil Bill French is in the Baraboo (Wis.) Bank Harry Wallace is working with Bell Telephone (Will someone please find out just what Wallace really is doing?) Nicky Carter studies law at the University of Virginia Colonel Bell is near by, at med school. .... Bob Williams went to Wisconsin summer school and expects to be a Dartmouth grad next June Johnny Lashar is a salesman in Bridgeport John Spiegel spent the summer in Russia. .... Cal Calmon is doing graduate work in physical chemistry at the University of Minnesota.
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