Class of 1910
Montpelier, Vt., made two great contributions to the Great Class of 1910 . . . . one, Pres. Pineo, who has traveled far since his maple syrup days the other, a Flaming Red-Head in his own name, Rollie Woodworth, banker, author, and chess champion .... due, undoubtedly, to my inability to be in Barre for his training period, Rollie had to be content with third honors in the recent state chess championship .... J. Porter sold enough Blackstones last month to go shooting ducks, geese, and guinea hens at Goose Wing Gun Club, Virginia .... Jim got his early training shooting bung-wads in Richardson Hall .... that freshman basketball squad reminds us of many years ago .... on it we see "J. H. Dingle Jr.," son of our own John Harvey, and Bill Heneage, son of that Tender Youth of Yesteryere, Sir Thomas . . . . Al Salmon lives at 129 Austin St., West Newton, Mass Bill Knapp is in the oil business at Pittsfield, Mass Hoitt Charlton lives in Nictaux Falls, Annapolis County, Nova Scotia, where he is farming, logging, hunting, and having a general good time until conditions in the States improve .... we rather envy the fishing opportunities that will be at his command this spring . . . . Cupe has been doing dirty work among 1910's remaining bachelors .... Henry Hutchins was the latest to get "darted" .... on November 17 Henry was married to Miss Winifred E. Bridgman of Cambridge by Bill Moe, one of our classmates .... to refreshen your minds, he is a fullfledged professor, being research associate in English at Yale .... having received his M.A. from Yale in 1913 and Ph.D. from Columbia in 1934 .... he is also an honorary fellow at Yale .... Miss Bridgman was formerly assistant in the Widener Library at Harvard .... "Shing" Sherwin is agent for the Phoenix Mutual Life Insurance Co. at Worcester .... Harold Robinson is back at his old job in China .... his new address is care of the American Board of Missions, Techow, Shantung, China .... a little later we hope to get one of Robbie's interesting and instructive letters .... by the way, Kid Fowler's Cuban prognostications have been remarkably accurate .... perhaps Robbie can do as good a job with the Far East .... Kay Dyer is living in Calais, Me., the old home town .... lots of us small-town boys still believe that village life is preferable to urban living; barber shop gossip better than listening to statistical-hounds who orter stop figuring this "monetary" stuff and tell us how many bad peas there are in an Insull bond, or better still, why in Tophet Math. 1 was so hard in the fall of 'O6 ... . anybody answering this last question can communicate direct with C. Tobin, New York City, or the writer .... Ed Loveland is an authority on cows .... he has specialized in dairy matters and got himself a reputation which makes his articles and advice sought .... officially, Ed is connected with the extension service of the state of Vermont and the State Agricultural College .... we're not going into the study of anthropology or heredity or any of the gland stuff because Craven, who's a pretty good egg, claimed to us a couple of years ago that each generation of Dartmouth sons was better than the preceding one .... we didn't argue long for fear he would suggest taking the "class of 1910" as the basis for some research work .... but anyway, some of you guys who have no inferiority complex laugh this one off; "A. S. Hatch '36 was elected dormitorychairman of Streeter dormitory"; yep, you've said it, the son of our own Arnold Stuart Hatch .... the nearest "Albany" ever came to being dorm, chairman was rooming with Chuck Crawford, and the pair of them were rarely burdened with grave thoughts.
Charlie Libbey's son, Harrison '35, is taking a prominent part in Dartmouth dramatics .... down here in Florida we don't run across many Dartmouth men .... we have seen a lot of Laurence Campbell '22, our Barre neighbor . . . . C. C. Hills '05 called on us ... . we have met the mother of Chuck Benton '11 several times .... ran across John Barrett '89, who was Harry Sandberg's Pan-American boss (P. S. John hasn't changed much) .... visited with Summers '33 one day .... Ben Williams was down here fishing with a lot of writer people, and the Miami News carried the following: "I have beenspending the winters for three or four pastyears at Sea Island, Ga., but it remainedfor this, my first serious visit to Florida, tomake clear to me that Georgia's chief attraction is its nearness to Florida . ... Icame to Florida once before, and went backto Sea Island on crutches . ... I am nowconvinced that to do Florida justice it willbe necessary to invent a super-superlative" . . . . It's warm down here, and right now on February 1, I am writing this while in shirtsleeves with apartment windows wide open . . . .just about like July and August weather at home .... Florida's almost sole asset for a Northerner is its climate, and if it were not for that, we might just as well be wintering up near the Hanover reservoir.
Les Wiggin's out in California for a change .... his address is 2640 Midlothian Drive, Altadena, Calif other Tenners in California take notice . . . . Bill Tucker's legal firm in New York has its name changed to Mudge, Stern, Williams, & Tucker .... offices at 20 Pine St Tenners will rejoice at the recognition given to Bill who is a smart attorney anywhere .... thanks to President Pineo, we are able to report the following Tenners present at the New York testimonial dinner to Craven Laycock; Dick Cutler, George Chamberlin, Guy Perry, Dixi Crosby, John VanderPyl, Bill Tucker, Ray Seymour, Wes Hunt, Frank Meleney, Fred Batchellor, Clarke Tobin, Allen Doggett, Ed Raabe, Lennie McClintock, Otto Taylor, Dud Kohler, and, of course, Pineo .... and Art Lord and Jim MacPherson helped us out with a list of the class at tending a similar function in Boston .... in the 1910 group were Ed Shattuck, Heinie Hyde, Monty Fall, Earl Nelson, Ray Gorton, Win Nay, Art Allen, George Thurber, Hal Hyde, Jim Everett, Larry Bankart, Doc Foster, Jim MacPherson, Art Lord, George Underwood, Gay Gleason, Buck Allen, Beezle Parker, Hal Sprague, Bones Jones, and Nate Sherman .... errors and omissions will be welcomed by the Secretary . . . . the 01' class sure turned out in fitting numbers to pay tribute to Dartmouth's retiring dean, and a great scout all of the time.
The class finances have been explained to you by Treas. Judd .... whatever you do to help out will be appreciated . . . . and will help to keep the ALUMNI MAGAZINE coming your way.
"Plugger" Norton, sometimes known as Walter, the Phi Bete baseball captain, stands high enough in the rubber world to get his name in a Florida paper .... we got lots of personal satisfaction in reading a news item quoting "Walter H. Norton,general manager of the United States RubberPlant at Nangatuck, Conn." . . . . Walt's got 5.500 men now working in his factories and plans to keep them on 240 days this year as against 201 days in 1933 .... we always knew the Plugger had more smartness than most of us ... . studying in a room that was pot-bellied with visitors 22 hours out of the 24 was no lost art to the Pride of Winthrop . . . . anyway, we can say with pride, "We knew him when" .... Pres. Harold Pineo Jackson, insurance company president as well, never forgets the youngsters .... he sent Dartmouth football material to Pipestone Ben's son, Bennie, who in turn relayed it to young Nick Carter, son of old Nick himself .... Pineo made a couple of young hearts glad .... and one of these days they will be following their dads' footsteps across the Hanover Plain . . . . they've got some new entrance ideas up at the old school, and when your minds get to wandering up in that direction, write Bob Strong, the new freshman dean, for a copy .... or write Bob Conant, registrar, for one of the new catalogues .... you'll get some fine information for your own boy if you have one .... and if you haven't, take an interest in some other youngster who should be heading that way . . . . you'll get a lot of pleasure in following a lad through college, and you'll find this new freshman dean a great fellow .... anxious to do a good conscientious job for the College and everyone else . . . . I sometimes think what a pity it is that more alumni (and that means every dog-gone fellow who attended Dartmouth College for 10 minutes or more) cannot become personally acquainted with that splendid group of men "Hoppy" has surrounded himself with in the Administration Building .... the old saying that you attract what you radiate was never more clearly demonstrated than right up there in Hanover .... President Hopkins radiates well.
The supply of class news is running low .... we dislike to bother you with repeated requests for items .... but we do want some material to run with a splendid letter from Noah Foss that is going into the next issue .... that letter was a long time coming, but it was worth waiting for.
It's not often that you can get Doc Reynolds started .... but boy, when you do, you just want to put some wood in the stove, sit back in the old red plush and read his offerings with adjusted spectacles . . . . this man of genius, Rollo G. Reynolds, Ph.D., headmaster of the famous Horace Mann School, author, poet, lecturer, globe-trotter, Shurtleff House product; born in Cambridge, Vt., March 31, 1886 .... and as 01' Dr. Foster, pediatrician of Portland, Me., who knows youth, sez, "He hain'tgrown old one damn bit." .... even us apathetic morons of 1910 point to that guy with "We knew him when light the BBB you swiped at Allen's fire and "unlax" .... "Right down at thebottom of my folder 'Mail To Be Answered'is your last note. It has come up to the 'top'a half dozen times only to sink back againthrough the press of other things. But lastnight after two days' spellbinding beforethe Main State. Teachers Association, I gotaboard the train at Portland and with bookin hand settled down in a club car chair toamuse myself with Richard Aldington's latest, when my eye caught sight of a shortgentleman with bushy eyebrows and a mostmilitary looking mustache; his eye caughtmine and much to the amusement of thepassengers we shouted in unison 'Doc!''Rollie!'—and then with a wee bit of refreshment old Tom Foster and I sat up fartoo late 'beefing' about the old days—andsolving most of the world's present problems. I don't know when I've had such agood time! Yes, zve talked 'em all over, Liband Monty and Nick and Slip, WalterGolde and Sandy, etc., etc., ad infinitum.
"And so this letter to you is a 'hangover'from last night. My secretary is ill, so youwill have to put up with the handwriting.
"I am still at the job, Depression or noDepression. The kids have to be educated,and I'm trying to do a bit here and thereto influence communities not to 'sell out'the youngsters. A little clipping from theLewiston Journal will give you a hint ofwhat I like to tell these 'business men' ofours who to correct the mistakes they madeare taking it out on the kids. Have done alot of traveling and speaking the past twoyears from Maine to San Antonio, and amgetting to be most 'air-minded' (not hotair!) in my travels. The family is growingup; Bob finishes up at Dartmouth this year.George got the junior appointment fromHorace Mann to Dartmouth and will go upnext year; and the year after my smalldaughter will be ready to go somewhere—lcan't send her to Dartmouth.
"I am now a gentleman farmer—or as theRussians would say a Rulak! Mrs. R. andI bought a farm down in the Delaware valley in the town of New Hope; 87 1/2 acresand a marvelous old stone house. I'm goingto send you a description of it. I bought itfrom the ex-husband of the noted 'Joan'!We go down almost every week-end, andsince I have a couple of horses there and agarden and a lawn mower I am trying tokeep down that waist line—if you can imagine anyone as skinny as I used to be, developing a waist line. Do you remember me asThe King of Ukan in green tights.'.'!! Pleasereturn the article about the house, as it isthe only one I have and I'd like to keep it.The farm is a life-saver and takes off thecurse of New York—which is a place nobody should live in!
"After summer school I was invited byone of my friends to go with him up to hiscamp in Canada for some fishing. It wasmarvelous—deep in the 'bush'—40 milesfrom nowhere. It was fishing de luxe—twoguides and a cook and such scenery andsuch fish. I won't brag about them. I'll justsend you the proof. That big feller is alaker and weighed just Si/i lbs. Please notealso—my Canadian table-cloth shirt. Well,son, it was a marvelous two weeks, and Iwas a new man when I came out. Fraid I'mnot going to see a Dartmouth game thisyear. Week-ends in the fall are my times topick up a bit of extra cash to pay off the oldmortgage.
"I'm going to he on the air November 26—6:30 P.M.—WEAF. If you'll listen in I'lltalk long enough so it will reach you up inthose glorious hills of Vermont. Some timeabout January I am to have a series of sixbroadcasts over NBC. I'll let you knowabout them if you're interested. I did quitea bit of broadcasting last year. At one ofmy broadcasts I was asked if I would mindhaving a visitor come into the studio to'hear' my broadcast. Of course I said I'dbe delighted, and who should come in butHelen Keller—blind and deaf and dumb.Her companion introduced her to me andseated her opposite me at the table wherethe mike rested. Miss Keller placed onehand on the microphone, through which,her companion told me, she could get theinflections of my voice from the vibrations.The other hand she placed in that of hercompanion, who with the sign languagewhich she uses transmitted my talk to MissKeller as I spoke. Do you know, it was almost like magic to think that this marvelous person, bereft of every sense except thatof feeling, could 'hear' what I said. And asI saw her nod in approval now and thenand smile, and when I knew that I wasspeaking at the rate of 200 words a minutefor 15 minutes, I knew that I was lookingupon a modern miracle. 'Twas a great experience."But bless my soul, I mustn't ramble on."
A Cosmopolitan article by the Joan Lowell herself who made front pages galore a few years ago describes the house in New Hope, Pa., which our own Rollie now owns .... it is a peach of a big, old stone house built in 1679 .... I do wish that space would permit a reprint of the article, but Blue-Pencil Sid Hayward and Business-man Al Frey of magazine headquarters chirp, "Get all of the classes to subscribe100% like 1910 an' we'll give you the space" .... some day blanket coverage of the alumni body is coming.
Ed Dusham has been teaching zoology to pre-medical students for 20 years at Penn State .... Ed is one of the kind who likes his work so well that it is not work .... only other Tenner in that section is Charlie Libbey of Altoona .... the two get together every once in a while and just plain "beef" .... Ed vacations on Lake Ontario .... he has one daughter, who is a sophomore in Penn State.
The late Knute Rockne's statement of a few years ago to the writer that the Dartmouth alumni were the greatest bunch of college alumni in the country has been proven to the world once again .... in the masterly handling of the football situation by the Athletic Council .... to Clarence McDavitt, Eddie Dooley, Red Loudon, and helpful alumni is due much credit .... President Hopkins set forth the required standards, alumni from all parts of the country made suggestions and nominations, and the Council completed the job .... a delightful personal visit with Harry Kipke of Michigan this week convinces us still further that Dartmouth's situation was handled with extraordinary ability .... Dartmouth men are rejoicing and are envied in the college world .... the old institution at Hanover with its long and honorable record is greater than the individual, and we all know it. P.S. Since this was written we have had a delightful surprise . . . . B. Armstrong of Boston, Mass., and Friendship, Me., called on us ... . you'd never have recognized him as an old salt .... was hurrying home to take care of the two months' daughter .... Bunny sez he's going to make enough money this time to live in Friendship summers and Florida winters .... the sailor-man was in good trim, as he had been tossing the medicine ball around with Wally Berger, Bobbie Brown, and Duff Lewis of the Boston Braves in their preliminary training at Miami Beach.
Secretary, 168 Hill St., Barre, Vt.
