Class of 1914
"I AM HAVING THE BEST YEAR INBUSINESS SINCE 1930."
This burst of prosperity is the best way we know to start off another season of the 1914 column. The words are those of Milt Pomeroy, who, we believe, is an in- surance gentleman of Holyoke, Mass. Our only regret is that we can't say, "We,too."
Pomeroy writes further that he saw Doc Cook in Burlington, Vt., this summer, where Doc and his talented wife were playing in a trio for the month of August. He also says that Doc is playing a great game of tennis and golf. Perhaps Doc will tell us more about the talented Mrs. Cook. Meanwhile, Milt, we hope the business gets even better.
"FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25"
This is the day before the Harvard game, and following up the party of last year the class will meet at the Parker House in Boston at 5 P.M. for an informal get-together. Last fall we had nearly forty men out. There will be a nominal charge for sandwiches and coffee with dinner, and so forth, available at menu prices. Every- one seemed to think very well of the party last year, and you had better plan to come.
Regretfully we record the death of Gwendolyn Olson, wife of Oscar Olson, who passed away August 28, 1935. From Clyde Buckley we hear that Mrs. Olson had been ill for some time but succumbed very suddenly. The class certainly expresses their deep sympathy to Oscar and his family in this bereavement.
We are very thankful for the fine responses to the appeal we sent out in August asking for some news. In fact, we have enough material to keep us going for the next three months but we hope that those fellows who haven't written us will do so. The most interesting responses were from quite a few fellows from whom we have not heard in years and from their letters we print excerpts below.
Many of the letters are in a similar vein, reporting the same wife, children getting ready to go to college—which makes the oys feel that they are getting old, and while this is no place for political discussion there seems to be a rather general questioning of the advisability of continuing certain aspects of the New Deal.
THE ALUMNI MAGAZINE—CLASS DUES
At a meeting of the executive committee of the class held in Hanover during Commencement, it was voted to continue our practice of sending out a bill for three oars for class dues including subscription to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
As you know, the class needs a certain amount of money each year to take care of running expenses, but even beyond that the ALUMNI MAGAZINE itself deserves your support. It gets the highest rating among alumni magazines in general, and for the "Class Notes" section there is no other college publication which can touch it.
We have heard of numerous cases where men have not seen the marvelous progress made editorially during the past five or six years and do not appreciate just what has been. done. It is easily the best way to keep in touch with college affairs, and the class should make it a point to send in class dues early and not miss any of the issues.
Fernando Guarch spent part of the summer on Cape Cod. He, as you know, operates a large sugar plantation in Puerto Rico, and still is looking for some Fourteeners to come down and visit him. Incidentally, he has a daughter entering Dana Hall School in Wellesley, Mass., this fall, and lie hopes that if any of the others in the class should have daughters or relatives there his daughter will have an opportunity of meeting them as, of course, she is a very long distance from home.
We missed seeing him, but hope he will show up again this fall at one of our football parties.
DOCTOR BITES DOC.
This story should really be written by Pegler, Cunningham, or somebody who could really do it justice. The plot holds possibilities far above our poor pen, but we'll give you the sketch of the situation.
Wallace H. Drake, M.D., of the town of Weymouth, Mass., is a member of the Rotary Club, and he has been put on the spot. It seems that there is a local druggist, likewise a Rotarian, who has been winning all of the golf prizes of the Rotary Club for several years, and the boys are getting a little tired of the situation. As we hear the story, they met in secret conclave one night in the dark of the moon and decided that something should be done about it. Their mature conclusion was that they should build up one of their members to become an expert golfer quietly and without any publicity what- soever, and that when the tyro should achieve sufficient proficiency they would throw him into a tournament and dis- comfort the pill-vender and thus get a new deal in the winning of golf trophies.
They picked on Ducky Drake to be the builder-upper, and all summer we understand there have been secret journeys to nearby golf clubs with Ducky practicing assiduously to improve his game. Up to about the middle of July in order to keep the secret dark they insisted that he do all his practicing in the rough, and his best score to date, at least as reported, is 147 for the full eighteen holes.
This winter they plan to send him South and actually put him on a fairway, and if he does all right they will start him out next spring in a minor tournament, ending up, of course, in the Grand Rotary Tournament of the town of Weymouth.
We have secret agents following this situation, and we shall report from time to time on the progress thereof. Our latest flash was that Ducky did 132 last Sunday in four hours and a quarter.
We finally smoked out Elmer Robinson, but the best part of the story came from San Francisco. Elmer tells us that he is living in Rye, N. Y., and liking it. He is advertising and sales promotion manager of the Soft Lite Lens Co., and liking that too. He is still married and liking that. He adds that he sees Crust Buck, Moose Engelhorn, Hal Pease, and Walt Humphreys occasionally.
We glean also from the San Francisco bulletin that Bill Washburn is the chief bartender of the Golden Gate gang. Word was broadcast about a Dartmouth barbecue to which all were invited to bring bottles, flasks, kegs and/or demijohns of their favorite beverages with the under- written guarantee that Bill Washburn would concoct anything the visiting firemen might wish.
Johnnie Piane—please make note of that for the Twenty-fifth Reunion.
Blackie Blackburn—We are mighty glad to get his letter, because we have heard neither hide nor hair of him for years. He writes that he is educational secretary of the Life Office Management Association in New York, which he allows is a fine sounding name. He supervises an educational program for home office employees of 135 insurance companies in the United States and Canada.
He says he is still married to the same wife and has a boy who will be inDartmouth class of 1951 unless government at that time determines where allchildren shall go."
Blackie's New Jersey address is 828 Central St., Plainfield.
And write again soon, Blackie.
Vogie Stiles is another one of the resurrected brethren. He is an executive of the Shell Petroleum Corporation at their Wood River, Ill., refinery. Occasionally he gets into the Dartmouth luncheons at St. Louis. He has a daughter who will attend Wells College as a sophomore this fall. And incidentally, Vogie promises he will not delay so long again in telling us more about himself and family. Thanks, Vogie, and we look for more mail soon.
Dutch Burnham has recently been trans- ferred to Boston, where he is manager of the Pittsburgh Plate Glass Company. His Boston address is 300 Babcock St. He has been playing golf with Gus Fuller, and plans to move his family to Boston this fall. Welcome, Dutch, to Boston and continued good luck!
From Frank Welsh, Rockford, Ill., we learn that he is still practicing law as a member of the firm of Welsh and Welsh. His address is 1104 Rockford National Bank Building, Rockford,Ill. He has a daughter seventeen years old and two sons fifteen and nine. Of course son fifteen is expecting to go to Dartmouth. He inquires about Win Webber, whom he saw last year. Our last address for Win is 91 Lothrop St., Beverly, Mass.
Johnny Piane writes us' that he saw John Warren in Hanover this summer with his family. While showing the youngster through the Library they pointed out the room with the original Bible and drum, whereupon John Junior asked his dad in no uncertain terms what had become of the five hundred gallons! John's postscript, "Bob Hopkins was intown last week," might be a clue.
Jack Field writes from the Coal River Collieries, Inc., 837 Hanna Building, Cleveland, Ohio, that he expects to drive east in September with Jack Jr., who is entering in the freshman class. Personally he reports that he is back in the coal business after an "amazing interlude," and is not only very happy but very busy in his new connections. We are glad to hear this optimistic report from Jack, because he, along with many others, had his troubles these past years.
Rocky Flanders reports he sees Win Mayo weekly at Rye Beach. Incidentally, Win has a son who is a sophomore at Hanover.
He tells us also that Zut Therrien called upon them this summer and Zut looks exactly the same. He also had a visit from George Young "and his much better half," and ends by saying that "Mary and YoursTruly are enjoying good health and flatpocketbooks"—to which we reply that we hear Rocky is extremely well thought of in the medical profession in Manchester.
SECOND '14 GENERATION AT HANOVER
Our records show that Mayo and Olson and Ralph Jenkins have sons in the coming sophomore class, and that Buckley, Field, Lowell, Elkins, Joe Batchelder, and Ralph Jenkins again, have sons entering this fall as freshmen. If there are any others we should like them for the record.
Young Jenkins graduated from New Hampton High School this past June and won national honors in a literary competition conducted by Scholastic Magazine. He received first place with his literary sketch, third place with a literary article, third place in poetry, and honorable mention for an editorial.
We shall try to keep in touch with these boys in Hanover and give you some further sidelights as we are able to learn them. We are going to arrange a picture of these youngsters, and will have it in the magazine in a later issue.
We managed to get as far as telephoning Henry Koelsch while in London this summer, and Henry asked us to convey his best regards to all the boys. He couldn't make the last reunion, but is already planning to get back for the Twenty-fifth. He says all the family are in excellent health and he hopes to see us all soon.
George Boggs is building some kind of a hunting lodge, which is going to cost around $785. It has two windows in the end and a rather steep roof. It seems to us almost too steep.
These deductions are from some drawings on the back of a bulletin below which he scribbles that he has no news and he is doing the same old "thing" and having a great time doing it.
"If more of you were farming instead of crowding the cities you'd be happier and I'd have more company." There is probably a lot in what you say, George, but the winters are awfully cold.
Ed Elkins writes from Springfield that his boy is entering college this year. He has just returned from a motor trip to the West Coast, where he saw the San Diego Exposition, Agua Caliente, Los Angeles, Hoover Dam. He spent a day at a rodeo in Prescott, Arizona, ". . . . with a rancherwhose ranch is approximately the size ofRhode Island (with apologies to BillSlater)."
He has a busy summer in construction work and was able to employ two first year Thayer School boys and hopes to take them on permanently this spring.
Thus, we opened this with some optimism and we close it with another dose.
See you all the night before the Harvard game, and Cheerio!
Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston
