By way of Spider we have just heard from tub Stoughton that he sent us a long epistle full of important tidings, and that we must have lost it. This challenged us, and we set out to find any such correspondence, and we did. Never let it be said that we do not appreciate and use every little tidbit which drifts our way. They sometimes get mislaid for a year or two, but eventually they get into print. This letter from Stub is dated October 25, 1933—just day before yesterday. It says, in part,
"Your appeal for class news in recentpublications, constant reminder by Mrs.Stoughton, and the fact that I am nowenjoying a vacation have all combined toovercome the inertia which has beenresponsible for a delay of a year in announcing the arrival of John EliotStoughton, October 15,1932. What the classneeds is more members like Dr. DennieSullivan, who not only crashes throughwith a quota of six, but is so prompt as tonotify the Secretary several months inadvance.
"My quota is two, and Barbara is alreadyfive years of age. The boy promises to rivalSpider Martin in baseball ability—in fact,I believe he will be more versatile thanSpider, for he makes no distinction betweena rubber ball, a book, a lamp, or a dish.. . . . For about a year my job has ledme a merry chase, taking me to such unheard-ofplaces as Birmingham and Mobile,Ala., Atlanta, Ga., Roanoke, Va., and Huntington,W. Va."
Stub has a few suggestions for the Secretary, too, and also announces his determined intention of getting back in June to the old Fifteenth.
As is usual at this time of year, we have a great bunch of changes in address which have been harvested by the Alumni Records Office during the football season, and forwarded to us. Some of them will be interesting: Frannie Faulkner is with the Household Appliance Co., 131 Essex St., Lynn, Mass., and is living in Marblehead. .... Manning Hodgdon is a sales engineer for the Aluminum Co. of America, 520 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, ILL..... Johnny Shelburne, who has for a number of years been an athletic director in Indianapolis, Ind., reports at 28 Pelham St., Cambridge, Mass., and at the moment unencumbered by a job Wallace Wright is still at Ames, lowa, but now 713 8th St Charlie Norris is with Aetna Life in Hartford, and lives at 53 Hamlin St., Manchester, Conn E. Clarke Ingraham, having popped up in every conceivable part of the East, now pops up in Laguna Beach, Calif., where he is circulation manager of the South Coast News. .... Jimmy Phelan is reported as at 37-06 89th St., Jackson Heights, N. Y. C.—occupation, customs man with Munds, Winslow, & Potter—knowing Jimmy as we do, we'll bet he's a customer's man and still has as little respect as ever for any men in the customs Dwight Adams, officer U. S. A., Post of San Juan, Porto Rico—is that where Hoppy went, or is that the other place? .... 'Eliot (the Alumni Records Office is always formal like that) Stoughton is with the Roanoke Gas Light Co., Roanoke, Va Pat Leonhard is with the Paterson Parchment Paper Co., Bristol, Pa., and lives in Jenkintown John Cavanaugh, this is reallv Carl—just another o£ the thousand things that are constantly getting a secretary more and more confused, is in the wholesale lumber business Manchester, N. H
And seeing a lot of names reminds us that somebody asked who was picking on us about that old graduate and non-graduate stuff. We said we couldn't remember, but tonight we got out the old directory and decided to look it up and see who did graduate. If we are going to be accused of picking on graduates—or was it nongraduates—we're going to know who they are, at least. Let's see: There's old Burp Austin, remember he was captain of our freshman hockey team, played football too, and tried something or other in track. He never graduated, but he wasn't a bad guy at that. Then there were Freddie and Jimmy Balch, neither of them graduated, but you're very apt to see them whereever a few '19ers are together, and they'll be leading the short yells and any other activities going on at the moment. Then there's George Bingham—George is sort of always nosing around and trying to horn in with us graduates, and very successfully too.
There's Phil Bird—the boy who left for the wars and never got back to graduate. You might have forgotten that he even went to Dartmouth—but you didn't, and he's vice-president of his class. Art Brentano—remember him? Tall, lanky, and just milling around in everything. Well, he never graduated either, and you don't see him from one hour to the next. He's at every Dartmouth thing there ever has been and is three of the men who make 1919 famous. Ha, Tom Bresnahan! Was there anything that guy didn't own when he was in college? He would have been editor and manager of everything in town if he'd stayed around. He is incidentally so ashamed of not having graduated that he has grown moustachios like the old-fashioned or racing style of bicycle handlebars as a disguise. He comes to the class affairs as two other fellows and makes more darn noise.
We're still in the B's and you see what goes on. There are the Browns just ahead, Bob Butler, Dr. Carrigan, Bob Chase, Jack Clark, Paul Clements, and Red Colwell. We just looked back into the graduate section—there are a few guys we've heard of in that part too. Otherwise we would feel like apologizing for having graduated. Perhaps we could whip up a little rivalry here to see who could get the biggest number back for reunion. If the committee starts any of that, however, we know where our money will be—we've watched this gang work before.
Secretary, 87 State St. Framingham Center, Mass.