Class of 1918
Eighteen's foreign correspondents have been holding up their end very well. Here's still another of 'em with an interesting message. Paul Woodman writes from Niort, France: "It seems as thoughonly two Eighteeners have degenerated tothe level of tire selling. The class as awhole should be proud. I was with Good-year for 5 years in Morocco and 2½, yearsin France, and when they couldn't standme any longer I bought a very depressedbusiness and tried to whip it back on itsfeet. We are both tottering still from thestruggle, but when we fall I seem to feelthat it will be on the proper side of thebalance sheet. I have a vague idea we aregoing to stage a robbery in June, 1938, andleave the business for a couple of monthsto introduce the family to Hanover, andpossibly we'll leave the boy in a prepschool to learn to be an American. If anyof the boys drift by my dugout, and let meknow, the wife will be glad to throw aFrench or American meal as requested andwe will be tickled to death to have thechance." .... Paul's letterhead has a lot of words on it too Frenchy for me to make out, though I do see he handles Goodyear, Goodrich, and Michelin tires, and his address is 29-31 Rue du Fevrier, Niort.
Class get-togethers prior to the football games are something we ought to push more aggressively this fall, don't you agree? For instance, how about the night of October 25 in Boston—just before the Harvard game? If you think well of the plan, camp on Harvey Hood's trail and make him arrange it. You can reach Harv c/o H. P. Hood & Sons, Boston. Then there's the Princeton game and the Colum- bia game—certain the night before one of those affairs should see a dinner for Eighteen on the books. New York alumni please follow up Ernie Earley (16 Court St., Brooklyn) or Fritz Cassebeer (953 Madison Ave., N. Y.) and light a fire under their rears, so such a meeting will be a reality.
Your Secretary had to be in Akron, Ohio, late in August. Looked up Jack Slabaugh. He's still attorneying there; took his vacation with his family up in New- England and visited the old campus. Said he also ran into Tom O'Connell, Worcester's real estate and insurance man. .... You should have received a copy of "The Roar" before you peruse this column. If one didn't reach you, file your complaint, but be sure to send along some hot gossip. Also (gosh, do we have to mention it again?) your class dues are due once more—in fact September i was the due date.
From South Hadley, Mass., comes this informative and cheery word from that old soccerite, Ted Hazen: "On my returnfrom a vacation to Middle Bass Island inLake Erie, I found 'The Roar' and notewith great interest the statement about thelack of sons in the class. Is this an honeststatement? South Hadley is a small town,not over 1500 population, and yet thereare two Eighteeners here with a total offour boys. Possibly it would be a goodidea for more Eighteeners to live in atown where there is a girls' college whichallows residents of the town to send theirdaughters to college free. Wally Wall is hastwo fine boys already started on their wayto Dartmouth, and I haxie two also; onestarts school tomorrow and the other luillwant to. Frank Bailey, Dartmouth 1926,has a boy already headed in the directionof Hanover; five boys from three alumniin a small town! 'Move to a girls' collegetown' might be a good slogan for the future of Dartmouth."
Saw Bill Bemis for a few minutes in Cleveland not so long ago. He was closing Up his legal-looking desk and heading towards Canada and Georgian Bay for a vacation. Bill promised to join your Secretary in New York long about time o' Princeton game. See you then, too?
From the Class Record Book (by the way, if you've misplaced your copy, we have about six or seven copies still available) we learn that Massachusetts and New York lead all states by quite a margin —since an even hundred Eighteeners reside in Massachusetts and 98 are listed from New York state. Illinois chimes in with 26, New Hampshire with 22, and 21 Eighteeners claim New Jersey as their abode. If you haven't taken an evening off to get reacquainted with your class, do so. Quite a kick in it! Maybe it will even move you to send in a few news notes for this column; they're needed.
Twenty years ago, this very month, the following gay young sophomores played in the college orchestra: Violins—A. A. Lucier, S. L. Gordon, B. Stone; Viola—B. J. Rayner; Cello—C. F. Weston; Bass—E. M. Ross; Flute—G. C. Arnold Jr., E. G. Morse; Alto Clarinet—R. S. Howard; Horn—H. A. Hamilton; Cornet—F. L. Rau How the misdeeds of the past will rise up to haunt us; ... . And twenty years ago the class of 1918 elected the following officers: president—J. P. Carolan; vice-pres.—J. E. McMahon Jr.; secretary—S. B. Jones; treasurer—H. B. McDonough; delegate to College Club—J. A. Philbin.
October of 1915 saw this advertisement appear in the columns of The Dartmouth-."Dear Bill—lf you buy a piece of leatheron which the letters are seuied—notpainted—you've got a durable piece ofgoods that won't fade or discolor—no matter what you do to it. Yours for yourmoney's worth, ZULICK '18, 2 No. Fayer."
.... And now, twenty years later, Al is still peddling leather (and shoes) from his Orwigsburg, Pa., retreat.
Bet even Karl Hutchinson, eminent industrial engineer for Socony-Vacuum, has forgotten that twenty years ago, playing in the frosh-soph series, he hit a home run to the very steps of Webster Hall, but was called out for not touching second base. Eighteen won the series of games, with Mcßride, Bennett, Ferguson, and Brumby doing the twirling, and Poole and Tirrell dividing up the catching responsibilities.
From the New York Times of July "Percy S. Straus, president of R. H. Macy6" Co., Inc., announced yesterday that JohnE. O'Gara, assistant general manager incharge of non-selling service, had been appointed an executive vice-president incharge of management operations." . . . . Harold Glendening is now with the law firm of Cotton, Franklin, Wright, and Gordon, New York
Folks whose names haven't graced these columns—and why? What's become of Johnny O'Donnell, the old infielder? Sure, he s supposed to be living in Naugatuck, Conn., but who has the lowdown on him? Anrl Ted Baer! Not like him to "play dead" on us. Yet not a post card ever comes out of Elsmere, N. Y., where he's supposed to reside. Pat Case—listed as living in Cleveland or Akron, I believe, but even Jack Slabaugh had no dope on the lad. Lew Cousens has gone recluse, too, up in his Salem, Mass., habitat. Ed Noyes —still a shoeman? I dunno. And what is Benny Mugridge doing around Melrose Highlands? Seems we ought to be able to flush Rog Howland over in Fushing, while we're at it, also The point is: the class is full of good eggs who are not in circulation as far as the rest of us are concerned. And this column would like to do a little smoking out. Obey that impulsedrop a card to the secretary-conductor of this column.
Secretary, 811 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
