Class of 1918
Comes a welcome postal from 129 Arlington St., Haverhill, Mass.—from Herm Whitmore. He wants to know what's become of Sig Judd, Bickford, Gene Markey, and Shoup Which reminds me of an item I happened across in the March 12 issue of Time. In case you didn't see it, let me quote: "To Joan Bennett Markey24, cinemactress, and Gene Markey 38,scenarist; a daughter, their first child; inHollywood. Weight 8 lbs. Name: Melinda." . . . . Our records show Oliver H. (the duke) Shoup still a resident of Colorado Springs. Siegel W. Judd is listed as voting from 303 Michigan Trust Bldg., Grand Rapids; Ralph Bickford in the life insurance business at 16 E. Main St., Rochester, N. Y You try and smoke 'em out, Herm. I've had no luck.
Richard P. White, now a research professor, of plant pathology at Rutgers and living in New Brunswick, N. J., comes to the rescue of this column as follows: "Stillbusy at Rutgers researching on the diseasesof nursery stock, florists' crops, shade trees,etc. Recently made secretary-treasurer ofthe National Shade Tree Conf., and Ican now sympathize with Earley. Treasurers' jobs in these times are just anotherheadache. (Ed. note: why not include secretaries'?) Sending class dues to keep thepot boiling, but do not have much chanceto mix and mingle with '18ers."
Private operatives inform us that Johnny Cunningham now holds forth at 516 Patterson Bldg., Denver, Colo. Maybe one of our travelers will discover what Johnny does there—or maybe (here's hoping) John will break down and write some dope himself soon If business ever takes you to Louisville, make a note of this address: Heyburn Building. There, as manager of the Union Central Life Insurance Cos., you'll find Alford (Gus) Gustafson.
Lieutenant Paul Mather heard from! Writing from Norfolk, Va., Paul states: "Am senior assistant engineer officer of thebattleship 'ldaho,' completing moderniztion (Sept. 1934) at the Navy Yard, Norfolk. Expect to be running trials in theAtlantic in October and November, andwill probably rejoin fleet on West Coast inJanuary. Had a brand-new son last September; family now two girls, 15 and 13,and three boys, 8 and 7, and six months.Nearly a class record. Mary and I willgladly welcome any hungry or thirsty'iBers who get to Norfolk. (You'll probablybe taken up on that, Paul, by your secretary long before you read these lines.) Myhouse phone is in telephone directory; willalso be glad to show off a battleship to anywho are interested."
Bob Ritter is reported as extremely busy handling the advertising of Koch Bros., one of Allentown's better clothiers. His address: 2137 Chew St., Allentown, Pa Jack Slabaugh, Akron's able attorney, writes that he had lunch on or with Hal Doty and Bill Bemis in Cleveland some weeks ago. And that Hal would have you know that Red Blaik, new f. b. coach, is one of those "baby pink and baby blue,how the hell does that strike you" boys? .... Edwin Ferguson, hero of many a record buggy ride to Leb, can now be reached at 240 Park St., West Roxbury, Mass., ready to transact real estate business, day or night. He sends news of Cyril (Doc) Angell, chubby second sacker on outclass ball team. Doc is married and lives at 36 Prince St., Needham, Mass. Spent all last summer up in Portland, Me., on a big accounting job. Wonder if Doc ran into Sew Strout or Parker Poole up in Portland. Both are terrible correspondents, if I'm any judge.
Jake Bingham fusses because we didn't give the Boston alumni dinner a bigger play. Apologies. Dig us up some hot dope, Jake, and watch it appear in these columns pronto. Jake says that Mayor Alvin (the kid) Lucier of Nashua has blossomed into quite the radio orator. By the way, you Boston contingent, Jake lives at 18 Roberts Road, W. Medford, Mass., and he's supposed to be our dependable correspondent from that neck o' the woods. So if you don't want to spend the postage to write your perspiring secretary, give Jake a phone call so we'll know what's happening to you.
Rog Warner resides at 507 Woodland Court, Wayne, Pa., and is making quite a name for himself in advertising circles. What's more, Roger has gone in for writing, and the April issue of that swanky publication, Esquire, has an article from his pen called "Four Miles of Gay Danger." Sounds like the road to Leb. Or was that five miles? Tom Shirley of 74 Tyler Terrace, Newton Center, Mass., says that he got all set a couple of months ago for a super-life-insurance sales talk when a guy by the name of Earley was announced. However, some other duck with the same name as our trusty treasurer walked in, trying to sell accident insurance. "But," concludes Tom, "thirty minutes later the oldmaster himself appeared!"
Lowell, Mass., finally heard from! A letter from W. R. (Bill) Pepin, M.D., D. M. D., 540 Merrimack St., reads: "Yourendeavors to keep the 'lB column fromkicking off as a result of malnutrition sureare commendable. They should be rewarded, and probably will be—in heaven.Anyhow, to keep you encouraged, I'llbreak a 15-year silence, and kick in withmy bit of info; sorry it's so damn little. Ammarried, practicing in Lowell. One boy,two years old. Don't have to worry muchabout my income tax, but still keep mycredit. Teaching at Harvard part time.Only 'iSer I see is Bill (Peter W.) Reilly,who is a printer, prosperous, and proudpapa."
Somewhere around the time you read this column, your Secretary expects to be in Hanover for a couple of days, attending the annual Dartmouth Secretaries Association meeting. As a newcomer at this kind of an affair, I'll probably be taken for a series of rides; however, will ,do my darndest to find out some things from the veterans as to how to build class solidarity, etc. Have a number of matters to get the lowdown on; not the least interesting is the feasibility of Clarence Opper's idea to have certain weeks designated by the Collegeduring the summer—for impromptu reun- ions at Hanover. His suggestion is this: the regular 15th, 20th, etc., reunions do not enable us to get back with classes that were in college with us, 1917 and 1919 specifically. Further, that if we knew the week of July 16 (for example) had been set aside for alumni from those three classes to gather informally at Hanover, a number of the boys might plan their vacations accordingly, and drive up to get in a few rounds of golf, a couple of bull sessions, some bridge with the wives, and all that. Naturally, this plan of Clarence's assumes that some measure of prosperity is going to return, and he ought to knowperched as he is in the Treasury Department at Washington.
We had just about decided to sound another appeal for class dues when the mailman lugged in a card from Palo Alto, Calif"Have just mailed Earley my signature,which may be worth $3.50 if he cashes itsoon enough," states Bill Mudgett. "Thereal estate is a blank. Three months agoI earned a S2O commission and splitfour ways. The insurance business—busylike hell. Which means just that. Boughtout another small town agency last monthand at least have some clerical work toworry about. Was delighted in February tohave a few hours with Mike Davies and hissmall son; they made a flying trip herefrom Chicago."
So-oh—if Earnie is getting dues in from the Orient, from California, from Parisyes, even from Atlanta—you bucks who live in the wealthy East ought to crash through without quite so much urging. Agreed? All right, we won't even bother to worry you with the treasurer's address, which happens to be 16 Court St., Brooklyn, N. Y. .... Some years ago Chris Christgau acquired the habit of dropping in at the New York Dartmouth Club quite regularly. (Chris you know is with the Metropolitan Life on Long Island.) Eighteeners visiting the club can usually count on runing into Chris, Johnny Martinez, and Wart McElwain. And to those of us who don't get into an Eighteen bull session very often, these boys are sights for sore eyes.
The month of February found W. C. (Chet) Hulbert enjoying bob-sledding in Switzerland. "A pleasant reminder of thegood old Carnival days in Hanover," writes Chet, who is on the regional staff of General Motors Export Division in Europe. .... Lamenting the fact that he seems to be the only Eighteener in or around Houston, Texas, Dwight Edson welcomes visitors to the Esperson Building, where he holds forth in the oil business "Passthe word along," writes the manager of sales for the Carnegie Steel Company in Cleveland, "that if any of the boys get totown we will be glad to set up the hurdles." This is from none other, of course, than genial Fat Hardie.
A note just came in from Treasurer Earley. I had queried him regarding the advisability of getting out another issue of "The Roar." Unfortunately there are quite a few Eighteeners who do not pay their class dues, do not receive this magazine, and consequently are somewhat out of touch with things. "The Roar" is mailed to the entire class roster, of course. Earnie suggests we get out an issue after your Secretary's return from the May meeting m Hanover—providing enough of you ducks kick in with your $3.50 right away to cover printing and mailing costs. So, if you'd like a newsy "Roar," mail in your dues (or if you have, prevail on somebody else to crash through), and dig up a few items about the brethren and pass 'em along to 419 Palmer Building, Atlanta. Thankee.
Bill Dutelle postcards from Paris, 111., that he is now engineer of city streets, as well as county roads. Sounds as though Bill ffiight be making more money. If so, more Power to him Harvey Hood (H. P. Hood & Sons, dairy experts) takes his presidential typewriter in hand to relate: "Amtrying to sell Sid Hayward on the idea ofcoming down to Boston to talk to our localmembers. It seems to me the boys mightlike the opportunity of sitting around, foran evening and asking questions of someone who knows just what is doing at Hanover at the present time."
Never was much good at figuring—but isn't it about time, soon, for an Eighteener to tote a son up to Hanover and enroll him in the freshman class? Who is going to have the first son-of-an-Eighteener on the campus? And what sort of a prize or prizes are we going to hang up? Eddie Emerson usually volunteers a ton of coal as a prize when pushed, but what good would a ton of coal do a perspiring fresh- man? Has anybody got any ideas—or is any member of the class threatening to enter a youngster before long? Your Secretary can't scare up a heluva lot of interest, frankly, since both his boys are girls Speaking of secretaries, may I take a goodnatured dig at Fritz Cassebeer, former secretary of this grand old class? Ever since Fritz was relieved of official secretarial duties, he has crawled into his drugstore and refused to furnish news items, gossip, or anything else other than pills. Wish some of the New York gang would smoke Freddie out; his statistical mind would furnish copy for several interesting paragraphs, I know.
Lyman T. Burgess reports himself increasingly busy on Wall St. You'll find this bond salesman and investment executive at Number 54, offices of J. and W. Seligman. Understand Lymie lives out in Montclair, N. J., where several other Eighteeners hang out, too Here are some address changes, from the Alumni Records Office: Edward F. Healey, 1512 E. Madison St., S. Bend, Ind.; Ralph D. Bickford, 16 Main St. E., Rochester, N. Y.; Martin L. Straus 2d, 120 S. LaSalle St., Chicago, 111. The last-mentioned gives his present occupation as president of Hartman's, Inc.
In view of the fact that this column takes a summer vacation after the next issue, maybe your Secretary had better grab off some free advertising himselfl Anyway, here goes: business, Gottschaldt-Humphrey, Inc., advertising agency. Two daughters, one twelve, the other nine. One excellent wife. One spare bedroom for visiting Eighteeners, and one partially full keg
Our Boston correspondent, Jake Bingham, crashes through: "A pretzel party andsmokej was held at the Copley Plaza Hotel,Monday evening, April 2. Four of 'lB's stalwart sons managed to attend. As to theirability to get home, that is something tobe checked up. The main object of theevening was to extend a welcome to HeadCoach 'Red' Blaik. Those electing AllenSherman 'l5 as honorary president of theclass (Bunny Holden 'l7 please note!) wereGeorge Rowell, Boston's leading barrister,Curt Tripp, up from New Bedford withouthis kit of surgeon's tools, Boston's coaltycoon Eddie Emerson, and the milkpeddler and sausage vendor (adv.) Jake Bingham. Along with the honor of being presiden, Sherman took care of the check!"
Secretary, 419 Palmer Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
