Class of 1933
At an ungodly hour of the morning of January 16, the somnolent Monagan family was rudely awakened by the arrival of an ominous missive bearing a Cincinnati postmark. The envelope, bordered in red, white, and blue, bore at least five different varieties of U. S. stamps and nine postmarks. Our excitement was heightened by "Special Delivery" and "Air Mail" markings. With trembling fingers and palpitating heart, we hastened to open the mysterious letter, only to find the following rather incoherent message:
"Monagan:
"This is to announce that an uplift society for wayward people has recently beenformed in the good old German city of Cincinnati by Robinson and Newton who veryperiodically get homesick for Hanoverwhen they have time to get out from behind a couple of desks. They being workingmen at this point in spite of themselves.Robinson is doing his best to discourageAmerican airways and Newton is connectedwith an organization which sells beer andwhiskey signs which pleases him very much.The apartment which is paid for until nextmonth comes around is open at practicallyall hours for all ex-or present Dartmouthmen. As yet Cincinnati has offered no possible opportunity to use the skis or thesnowshoes in fact they periodically experiencespring house party weather which isno help at all. The corporation has beenin touch with one Robert Taylor now married and the proud father of R. W. TaylorJunior. The great R. E. Lee Jr. and Joe andNelson Robinson. Schollenberger and EmTurner are expected to visit this fair townat any time. And that is all the news forthe present. Happy New Year.
"JACK ROBINSON,
"JAY NEWTON."
Accompanying this surprising outburst was a card admitting "Robert Monagan" to perpetual membership in the "Club Iniquity" at Apartment 35, 711 Parkway, Cincinnati Newton Robinson. If you will remember rightly, we forecast at Commencement the potential morbidity in the mind of one Dr. Fu Robinson. We never suspected Newton, however.
From Bill Gaynor comes a letter including the following clipping from one of the Boston gazettes:
"The Hamilton School Conunittee hasappointed Forrest Branch of Medford, aDartmouth alumnus, coach of varsity athletics to replace Nelson Progin, who wasforced to resign during the football seasonbecause of widespread dissension in theteam. Branch played football, baseball, andbasketball at Medford High. He was graduated from Dartmouth last June. While atHanover he was center on the varsity football team and also starred in basketball andbaseball. This fall he acted as assistantcoach at Middlebury College in Vermont."
Bill also volunteered the information that Stirl Wheeler was employed in the advertising department of Lever Bros, in Cambridge. He, himself, is "slaving for theN.E. Telephone Company
Carl Shineman writes from 140 So. Goodwin St., Rochester, N. Y.:
"Dartmouth faces aren't exactly a rarityin this town every now and then therecomes along an old familiar campus countenance that does the heart plenty of good.The first one I ran across was none otherthan Ken Weeman, floorwalker in W. T.Grant's (see Jan. issue). I see him aboutonce a week when I go in to buy such fancyarticles as darning cotton, toilet brushes, atcetera (my wage level demands domesticityultra ultra). A few weeks ago, Stanley andJackson passed through town, but werehere for only a few hours. Weeman did thehonors, distributing keys to the city andwhatnot and getting Stanley sufficientlyflustered so that only the grace of God andkind heart of the bus driver permitted himto catch his bus.
"Met Roily Stevens the other day he isdoing a stretch at the U. of R. Med. Schooland apparently enjoying it a lot. PhilWhitbeck was encountered the other nightdown at the Seneca Tap Room. At presenthe is taking an extension course at theUniversity. Haven't seen Ern. Turner, buthis brother told me he's selling insurancein town.
"Denny Fowler is working for a law firmin New York and intends to go to Columbiabia Law School next fall As for myself, I am in Eastman Kodak's TrainingGroup, getting pretty well engrained in methe old by-word 'You push the button andwe do the rest.' I even go back to work Saturday mornings to develop film or printup a few negatives. This training group isgreat stuff, but I got in with a bunch ofringers practically all have Phi Bete orBeta Gamma Sigma keys dangling fromtheir watch chains or else have done graduate work and got their master's degree orboth. Right now I'm located at the Research Laboratory, attempting to learn thewhys and wherefores of sensitometry untiltwo weeks ago, that was an entirely unknown word to me it's still pretty much ofan unknown quantity as far as I am concerned.
"....There's nothing I'd like betterthan to be back in Hanover with plenty ofskiing and skating they've never heard ofsuch things up here after all they wouldn'thave, it rains all the time."
We turn from this rather depressing picture of climatic conditions to the cold, fresh air of Hanover. Sid Hayward writes:
"You know, maybe, that the Eddysmoved from Whitaker to their new houselast summer. Our new neighbors are Mr.and Mrs. Charles Hinds They are goodneighbors, but we don't see quite so muchof them as we did the Eddys, for Charlie isa second year medic and has to work prettyhard, whereas Bill Eddy only taught fouradvanced courses and didn't have much todo.
"The point of this is that "Sis," Charlie'swife (a good egg) has told me that theirmarriage hasn't yet been recorded in the '33notes. Naturally, they feel a little guiltyliving together when the wedlock has notbeen made official in this way. Her namewas Bernarda De Mallie of Worcester,where they were united on June 24. Theyspent the summer in honeymooning toHawaii."
With bell, book, and candle, to say nothing of swinging censer and mounting incense, we solemnly pronounce the secretarial benediction. Selah.
We absolutely refuse to be moved further by this incessant plunging into the matrimonial hurly-burly. The formal announcement of the Sayre-Lincoln nuptials:
"Mr. and Mrs. Carl Erlund Lincoln announce the marriage of their daughterMargaret Fisher to Mr. Ford Kent Sayre onSaturday, December twenty-third, Nineteenhundred and thirty-three at St. JohnsChurch, Stamford, Connecticut Home after January first. Warren, N. H."
Another intrepid adventurer comes to notice:
"Mrs. Eleanor Wood Fifield announcesthe marriage of her daughter Dorothy Bennett to Mr. Howard Clement Nichols onTuesday, the thirtieth of January, nineteenhundred and thirty-four, Arlington, Massachusetts."
Carl Shineman informs us that Howie is in business with his father in Orono, Me., where the couple will be at home after February 15.
Fred Awalt's new address is 1, Sharia El Walda, Garden City! Cairo, Egypt Allen H. Adams, now a cost accountant in the Lincoln Iron Works at Rutland, Vt., was married on August 30, 1930, to Jane C. Piatt at Etna, N. H. They now live at 115 Main St. in Rutland Cliff Rosser works for Boggs and Buhl, Northside, Pittsburgh, Pa., as an advertising copy writer, and lives at Elmwood and McMunn Ave., Crafton St., Pittsburgh, Pa John Ward's address is now Box 1106, Uni- versity, Va.
Bob Woodcock writes from Winnetka, 111., anent the Dartmouth-Chicago debacle: "I have been waiting to see what Middle-Westerner would submit a detailed storyof the 1933 lads at the Chicago game; butas yet have read no such report, hence willinclude what I can remember of that un-fortunate week-end in the following roughdraft.
"It seems that with the aid of Harry Well-man's Tuck School agency I was able tosign up with Montgomery Ward's retailorganization in St. Paul last June. At one ofMinnesota University's famed Kappaparties whom should I bump into butChase-House Dave Paulsen, who is nowworking up in a little shoe factory in Min-neapolis, and getting right along I guess. Inthat same week I stepped aboard a streetcar and came upon George Heidler, bare-headed as usual. George is stockroomingfor Warner Hardware in Minneapolis. Hedashed down to Chicago one week-end inDecember, and dashed right back with abride whose name I know not, but whichany Oak Parker will give you upon receiptof a small mailing fee.
"By the grace of God and the NRA I wasable to get down to Chicago for the game,the score of which I forget. Stayed withBrother Don Wood, who had considerablenews about the boys. He reports that PeteHicks told him that Long Bob Fairbankwas recently in town, participating in aFirestone Tire convention, as you mightsuppose. Petey himself is in the ChicagoBoard of Trade Building, right across thestreet from aforementioned Wood, whoworks for his Dad in the insurance firm ofChilds and Wood. Don says that when youphone Wabash 0340, you hear a very sweetS™i?chboard voice say, 'Critchell, Miller,Vhitney, and Barbour'—the insurance"gency where Bob Critchell works for hisPandpappy. Best-Dressed Bob lives at theWebster Hotel.
At the Chicago game, Charlie Clarkwaved and shouted from the stands in aousy green felt hat. Way Thompson wasI T6' a"°"i smiles on his face until he00 ed at the scoreboard. Chas. Bunker wasc wperoning Jay Newton, who drove all}e Way UP from Cincinnati, where I un-ce>sta?id he administrates a globes-for-gas-pumps company. Handsome young Carlrue xvas on deck too, as I remember; heis with Standard Oil. Also Warren Schmidwas seen places that Saturday. Ken Spangwas down on the bench at his old position,with the same expression on his face as atNew Haven last year.
"Most of these folk reappeared at theDrake that evening. Also there were MaxWaldsmith and Clark Schmidt from St.Louis; Jimmy Adler; Lyn Shollenberger,now with the Continental Casualty Cos. at910 South Michigan, Chicago.
"Then there were Rob MacGregor; theSnead boys Bud and Bud, whose MorningGlory tomato-juice business grew so largethat they had to incorporate it; JohnnyTrost, trying to make sense out of whatJack Robinson was saying to Gus Babson(or vice versa, just so you get those in); RayPeck, who has attended a score or more ofuniversities and who claims he is nowwielding a medic's scalpel at the U. ofMissouri down at Columbia; Hal Hixsonand Tom Hall; and a table full of PhiDelts, including Bob Coulson, CharlieStege, Fred Conger, Ned Disque, at al.
"After returning to Twin Cities from thegame, I was transferred right back to Chicago, to Montgomery Ward's circulationdepartment, and am now slide-rulingthrough statistics which show whether ornot you guys will get a mail-order catalognext season. Perhaps you remember DaveCoolidge, the blond, breaststroker who waswith us freshman year; Dave just got out ofNorthwestern and is in Ward's display department. I also see Bob Ellis on the elevated now and then; Bob carries a briefcase for the Liberty Mutual. Chuck Bunkeris now doing personal shopping service atMarshall Field & Cos.
"The last I heard of Bill Brown was thathe was steaming for Russian ports as sailorapprentice. Maybe you've heard more orotherwise. Pete Mankowski drove fromHanover to Minneapolis with me in June,and said he was going to try to teach schoolsomewhere in the Twin Cities. That's themost recent I've heard of him. Then I seein the papers where a guy named Wm. H.Smythe killed his wife down in Texas. Idon't know if this is Our Wilbur or not.If so, congratulations are in order.
"And speaking of congratulations, I received a Christmas card from Providence,R. 1., bearing greetings from Mr. and Mrs.Heagan Bayles. Although I flirt with libelwhen I say this, I deduce from the postmark and from past observation that theMrs. was Miss Gladys Grinnell of that city.
"Life under the NRA is not conducive toattendance at the Chicago alumni luncheons, due to a rather rigorous office schedule; but we hope to alter that situation before long. At present the main difficultyis in getting used to the Chicago RapidTransit cars. I find that Otto Schniebs'half-crouch is a good stance in an Evanstonexpress; but on a Wilson Ave. local, whichstarts and stops more frequently and jerkily, you have to use a kind of telemarkposition to keep your balance.
"Boys at a small Phi Psi reunion hereover the holidays report that Herm Dudleyis back in Hanover for a slight vacation(Christmas) from the code-writing businessdown in Washington. They say that Hermnow sports a derby: Sic politics."
George Heidler, in case we haven't mentioned it before, was married on November 30, 1933, to Miss Marjory Stockdale in Chicago, Ill. He is employed by the Warner Hardware Company as a receiving clerk. His residence is at Apartment 206, 2212 Girard Ave., S., Minneapolis, Minn.
Johnny Davidson pens the following from Arctic St. Albans:
"I have just succeeded in getting a job.It is in one of the CWA projects ecording .delinquent taxes on all real estate overthree acres in this county, also all landtransfers of real estate over three acres andall tax sales. After one day's work, we werecut from 40 to 30 hours a week, so that thejob isn't so hot, as I have to' live away fromhome a lot of the time and naturally haveconsiderable expense. I enjoy it very muchdespite the pay (now meager), and am beginning to learn a good many practicalfacts about real estate transfers, titles, etc.,which will help me in my law study.
"We have had a terrible winter up herewith the temp, down to 40 below on severaloccasions and down to zero most of thetime. Frozen pipes and tremendous oil billshave been the fare here since November 1.The result of this was to turn me into anardent skier, and I have roamed the hillsback of town on every possible occasion.This may surprise you who have alwaysknown me as a devoted member of the Beerand Bull Club."
Bob Wright is a clerk at the Bowery Savings Bank, no E. 42d St., and lives at Apt. 34, 128 E. 11th St., N.Y. C Bill Andrews' address is 1085 Ridge Road, New Haven, Conn Leo Bernache may be found at 29 W. 82d St., N. Y. C Roger Bresnahan, living at 5 Thomas St., is employed in the office of the J. F. McElwain Cos., in Nashua, N. H Bob Carr lives at 143 Park Drive, Boston, and is a bond trader for Claflin, Hubbard, & Jenkins Cos.
Gene Merkt sends on the following news flashes:
"Lapham is pounding the poor torts andcontracts up at Columbia Law. I believeWhitman is at Harvard Med. Pete Mehleris doing something to textiles for Mr. DuPont's rayon works.
"I have also heard from the wild andwoolly Cleveland. It seems that Bates andfamily are doing right nicely along withothers. Moatz was working in a bank therethe last I heard, and Wagner xuas learningto be a lawyer. And last but not least, UncleWillie Schlessinger is preparing to sawmany a bone and to help the human raceout of its difficulties with colds and such.
"And now, sir, for myself. I am still withthe G.A. U. (Great Army of Unemployed).The only thing is that from long and activeservice, I've become a sergeant, though Idoubt if it would have happened if theyknew how hard I tried to desert. I sawKafka at the Dartmouth Club's dance a fewtueeks ago, and he seems happy. He has avery decent job. I also saw Milius, Werrenrath, Rocker, Bernache, and a few others atthe dinner to Craven Lay cock. They allseemed to be doing all right by themselves.Ned Lord is selling books for Scribners togullible high schools.
"And, oh yes. Did you hear about PaulWetstein being dragged a couple of milesby a train he tried to catch and getting aride to the hospital in Boston?"
We append the following A.P. despatch clipped from one of the local papers: "TRAIN NEARLY KILLS DARTMOUTH STUDENT .... (we thought that he had graduated). An attempt tocatch the first section of the midnight express to New York early today nearly costthe life of Paul W. Wetstein of Holyoke,who fell to the tracks after being draggedtwo and one half miles.
"Wetstein, 21, a Dartmouth student, wasfound lying on the tracks of the N. Y., N. H.& H. R. R. at the Boylston St. station inJamaica Plain.
"He was taken to the city hospital suffering from severe lacerations and contusions.
"The youth's baggage, which he droppedto the tracks as he clung to the rear platform of the speeding train, probably savedhim from meeting death beneath thewheels of the second section running fiveminutes behind.
"The engineer of the second section sawthe baggage strewn along the tracks andhalted his train. In the interval, Wetsteinwas found unconscious on the tracks atBoylston St. station about a mile away.
"The train from which he had fallensped toward New York, its crew unaware ofthe accident." '
As we recollect it, Paul's initials are P. R. and his home is in Pittsfield. However, he is studying in New York and might well have been attempting to catch a late train. Dartmouth stickers on his baggage might lead to the assumption that he was at present studying in Hanover.
We close, somewhat dazed by the over. whelming pile of correspondence.
Secretary, 64 Cooke St., Waterbury, Conn.
