Class of 1929
Because it is our most recent communication, having just arrived, because it is written by a hockey player turned banker, and because it is a good letter gladly received, we give you
GLIMPSES OF NEW YORKBy Morris L. Heath
"Keyes ashed me to spell him on thisletter, as he is taking a vacation in Hanoverwhich will extend through Carnival. Pleaseremember this is the second time aroundfor me, and I want credit for it in yourgood book.
"Briefly, the greatest thrill I can reportis the daily one of finding my job intactand waiting. For news, Brittan, Keyes, andI are still batching it in more or less harmony. Trunkie is studying for his C.P.A.exams this fall by regularly attending theseminar in Julius' big bar in the Village. Isee Tal Babcock frequently, and ShermLittle drops down; now Dr. Little on thestaff of the New Haven Hospital. BillSykes works in the bank with me, and theother day we got a card announcing FredSisson's marriage. The big news of theyear to date is, of course, the dean's partyat the Plaza a week or so ago. It was agrand blowout. There were thousands there—I remember seeing Jerry Swope, JackBlair, and Mike Sherman. The dean, afterthe show, when asked point blank, confided that 1929 was a 'pretty good' class asa whole—which we took for a compliment.We met the new football 'high command,'and joined our good wishes and suggestionsto the rest. I'll bet even in Boston theynever put on a better Dartmouth party.
"It occurs to me that in your leisuretime, in addition to editing the agonycolumn, you might compile some vital statistics about the class. Say the per cent married, fathers, employed; per cent who havewritten you for publication; geographicallocation of us, etc. You might put up amythical Barrett Cup for each year inwhich case Bob Monahan, in my opinion,is the clear choice for 1933. I mention theidea just to give you something to do, andnot critically, because I'm a fan for yourcolumn and read it carefully each month.As a test of its popularity, here's a publicnotice: 'Will Al Floyd, last heard of inCalifornia, drop me a line, care of theChase National Bank, New York City?' "Mo."
"P.S. Paul Jameson, late of the bank,has himself a swell job as a junior executive with National Distillers ProductsCorp."
And a further glimpse, from Mike Sherman:
"Vine Place
Larchmont, N. Y.
"By reason of Morgan Baker's stewardship, I am pleased to send on the list of1929 men present at last night's banquet,arranged to honor Dean Laycock. The deanreversed the tables, however, and honoredthose'present by giving one of the mostenjoyable talks ever delivered to a Dartmouth alumni group. It was great to bepresent and to see the large turn-out even1929 came to life arid delivered 25. Youundoubtedly know of all those listed, so Ishall refrain from attempting to give themfirst names: Lougee, Bellerose, Wiedenmayer, Sykes, Swope, Keyes, Porter, Heath,Holmes, Purdy, Moxon, Blair, Gunther,Heister, Clow, Kent, Hodge, Hubbard,Fisher, Yellin, Foulks, Young, Booth, Jameson, and Sherman.
" 'MIKE' SHERMAN."
We had a Boston party, too, the other evening, and the same difficulty in finding sufficient places to go around prevailed. But no one seemed to mind, for it was all in honor of the good dean. We were there, in person, as follows:
Red Kennedy, Dick Johnson, John Calver, Squeek Redding, Pinkie Flannery, Russ Thomas, John Parker, Gus Herbert, Bill Coles, Rip Ripley, Herb McCreery, Walt Gutterson, Don Simpson, Doc Stacey, Ben Leavitt, Ken Wilson, Don Childs, John Dickey.
Pinkie Flannery had just recently become the proud parent of Charles Francis, born January 6.
Chris Born, just back from flying down to Miami, came in the other day to tell about seeing fat Slim Corrigan, chicken and fruit farmer, sans pareil, who has one of the largest places in Florida. Slim, who is no longer entitled to that descriptive endearment, came over from his Bradenton farm with a most charming wife to spend a mid-January week-end with Chris at the Races in Miami. The five-months-old baby Corrigan stayed home to do up the chores.
We have the announcement of Freddie Sisson's marriage to Charlotte Christine Wolfe, on December 27, 1933, in New York.
Doc Brown, from Camp Willoughby, 55, West Burke, Vt., on January 15 last, wrote, in part:
"I am with the Vermont Forest Serviceat Camp Willoughby, 55, which is situatedonly a few miles from Lake Willoughby, infact in the spring we will have under waya road fairly well completed from the campto the lower end of the lake.
"After graduation I accepted a teachingposition at Derby Academy, Derby, Vt., andtaught there until June 13 of last year. Afew days after finishing my work there, Iobtained work here, having charge of thewhite pine blister work, with about thirtymen in the field. By the time the seasonclosed we had eradicated about 1500 acresand destroyed at least 75,000 ribes.
"About the first of October I went in thesuperintendent's office to work for the winter season, having charge of the tools, allreports, and many other items which government red tape necessitates."This explains where I have been, whatI have been doing, and my present status.I am looking forward to the class reunionthis coming June and hope to see many ofthe boys then.
"FOREST M. BROWN."
Bud Foulks, from Chatsworth Gardens, Larchmont, N. Y., January 23, last:
"No news of more than passing interest,except that the New York alumni banquetwas a success, even if Dean Laycock's valedictory did run over the time limit enoughto cause some of us to miss trains. Too badabout Ed Heister he sat at the outsidecorner of the '29 table, and was the onlyman present who didn't show in the picture. Will he have wife-trouble proving hewas there? Mo Heath and Bill Keyes werevery much on deck sea-legs and all butthey would walk around greeting oldfriends. So what happened? So this happened two members of the committeecame in late and found their two emptyseats at the '29 table. Result Mo and Billate theirs off the mantel-piece."And so back to work
"BUD FOULKS."
Nick Vincent, from the Episcopal Hospital, Philadelphia, January 27:
"I was graduated from the JeffersonMedical College of Philadelphia last June,along with John Kemble. John is now serving an interneship in Erie, Pa.
"Shortly after I received my medical degree, I signed up for six months' duty withthe Army Medical Corps, as a reserve officeron active duty. I was assigned to duty withthe Civilian Conservation Corps, in Vermont. I had a busy but enjoyable timecaring for war veterans and native Vermontyoungsters. While I was stationed nearRutland, I met Gordon Burgess 'Bud'Smith, whom I had not seen since we studied histology together under Dr. Coar.Bud has been practicing since last August,keeping up the good name of his latefather. I managed to make one brief visitto Hanover, taking in the Cornell game.
"I am now settled down at this hospitalfor a two years' interneship.
"NICHOLAS VINCENT."
Jack Dearth, from Newtonville, January 9: "I taught Latin at Staunton MilitaryAcademy for two years after graduation,then took my master's degree at Clark University. I filled in a year as principal at theUpton High School, studied at the Sorbonne n Paris this summer, and now amholding down a job at the F. A. Day JuniorHigh. Latin is the subject.
"JOHN A. DEARTH."
Jim Loeb, from Northwestern University, Evanston: "I have been married for a little morethan a year. The year after college, I spentin France with John Minary and walrusmustached Prof. Morfin, who lived in theRandall Club, you may remember. Theselast four years I have been doing parttime teaching here, and enjoying it immensely. By the way, please give my verybest to Dud Orr, whom you probably seequite often. I see Minary, Cantril, and afew others every once in a while, as for example, at the 48-0 riot. I also met FrankWeeks in the shower at the Y.M.C.A. justa short time before his marriage. Otherwise, no news.
"JIM LOEB."
Stan Johnson was recently in the East, honeymooning, we believe. Dick Rogers and Dick Johnson mentioned having seen him, but no fuller report was forthcoming.
On the afternoon of the Boston alumni dinner in honor of the dean, the groundwork was laid for '29's FIFTH. Our president came down from Concord, our vicepresident drove in from Nashua, our treasurer came up from Brockton. Committeeman John Parker, school teacher and Hanover squire, brought us a breath of air from the very shrine of our coming June pilgrimage. And committeemen Dickey and Coles stepped over from near-by offices to make it a council of seven (not counting Bryant's newest girl friend, that neat piece of royalty, Queen Anne, who presided from the center of the table). Another month and we shall have definite plans to report to you. In Hanover, Johnny Parker is laying claim to the most convenient and comfortable dormitory for our headquarters, the best hostelry for our class dinner, the greenest, river-bordered meadowland for our field day frolic. There are signs of delightful diversions, a violently arresting costume, but simple, a tax unbelievably low. There is confident hope among all of us, grounded on the sentiments many of you have expressed, that June will see our class seize upon the FIFTH as you have never responded before since undergraduate days. You will do so for a confusing number of reasons, but primarily to lay the offering of your often unexpressed loyalty and devotion on the altar of the spiritual Dartmouth, to catch once more that fine fellowship, to walk the same paths across the campus, to see the soft nightly whiteness of Dartmouth Row, the morning freshness of a countryside lush with green, to be again in Hanover in the spring.
As you read this, the time for our REUNION is only three months off.
Secretary, 89 Pleasant St., Newton Center, Mass.
