Class of 1933
I have not received the final figures of the class standing in the Alumni Fund campaign, but I am happy to announce that there has been a decided and grati fying improvement.
Lym Wakefield wrote me in June that six days before the close of the campaign, 29 per cent of the class had contributed.
Lym had just attended a Dartmouth party at the Drake Hotel.
Saw Wood, Haugan, Macgregor, Turner Critchell, and Hicks. Sure was good to see those guys again, and I must say that they all looked about the same and seemed to be mighty happy about their jobs etc.
Van Collins and Miss Virginia Lillard participated in the first matrimonial venture of the summer season. They were married on June 13 at the First Congregational church, Marion, Mass. Mrs. Collins is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Huston Lillard. Mr. Lillard, unless I am greatly mistaken, is not only a Dartmouth man, but is the headmaster of Tabor Academy.
The Mackey-Hoffman nuptials were celebrated two days later .... in a sort of miniature Bema on the Hoffman estate at Fieldston, N. Y Mackey looking like a slightly overgrown, freshly washed cherub.
Ted Okie and I were present as the only representatives of the class. From Ted I learned that Chas. Kiger had been married, that Chapman, despite rumors to the contrary, was farther from the altar than ever.
On July 30, we received the following, introducing the third couple to dare all: Mrs. Frances Sawyer announces the marriage of her daughter Allana Frances to Mr. Robert Morse Saywell on Saturday, the twenty-seventh of July, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-five, Portland, Connecticut.
HANOVER RE-VISITED
This news will be rather scattered andsketchy because of my innate lack of ambition to organize it, but we might as wellstart more or less chronologically back inBoston this last spring. Bill Gaynor hungaround the apartment a lot and made itgenerally hard to study. He is working tokeep out of mischief and seems to be doingan excellent job of it. Don Doherty is selling insurance, and if the speed with whichhe walks along the street in a very preoccupied state of mind is any indicationof selling insurance he must be doing aswell job. Dan Sawyer is also selling insurance, and doing a bit of painting (portraitsthat actually look like the subject) andsailing. George Rideout is working forBaker's Playi and always seems to be busywhen I drop in to waste a bit of his time.Ted Holmes was in Boston for a short visitand was in Hanover during Commencement. He has had a rather varied but apparently interesting career. Wall St. first,claimed his interest but did not keep it forlong, and, Ted went back to his old love ofworking as stage carpenter and technicianwith a floating theater on Long IslandSound, until the project went bust andTed was left on the beach. Since then hehas been writing for a New Jersey dailypaper and getting some stuff in magazines.Speaking of Hanover brings me to thathappy season of the year, and I am glad tosay that the class was well represented fora non-reunioning class. Larry O'Leary andmyself were in charge of opening up thedorms and trying to keep the alumni satisfied, which is impossible. Larry is assistantclerk at the Inn during the rest of the year.Ken Jacques was around and reports anexcellent year in Montreal. He said thatVinny Young was doing well and likedMontreal so well that he was staying therefor the summer as an interne in some hospital. Ralph Keyes was in Montreal, livingwith the two above mentioned medics, butKen gave no word other than to say thatMcGill was treating them all right. JackTaft was up for a day. He graduated fromM.I.T. business training course this lastJune and is now in pursuit of a job. BillTeahan was back and said that he had agirl with him but he didn't explain him-self further, but I take it that he is notmarried yet. Al Strock was present but didnot account for himself. Marty Kerwin wasthere to see his younger brother graduate.Pete Grace's letter in the June issue coverswhat he is doing rather well, although itdoesn't take as much time as Marty does totell it. Cupe Farmer came down from Vermont Medical School to help Harry Osborne uphold the traditions of the Zetebar. However, it was a quiet Commencement and not many traditions seemed tohave been upheld. Harry brings wordfrom Yale Law School of Manny Spragueand Jack Masten, who still are intent onfollowing the law. Dick Goldthwait, whohas been an instructor in geology in Hanover for the past year, is in the Alps thissummer, studying glaciers and their peculiarities. Harry Osborne thought that pos-sibly he was trying to figure out how manyhighballs it would take to exhaust the icein Switzerland. Dick is going back to Harvard this next year to complete his resident work for his Ph.D. Ro Burbank hasbeen at Proctor Academy this last year,teaching everything from French tophysics. This summer he is working insome girls' camp, teaching them how totake care of themselves in the mountains.
This summer I am in Manchester, N. H.,getting a little practical law experience inthe office of McLane, Davis and Carleton.This fall I go back to B. U. for my lastyear (I hope).
EARLE GORDON.
SECUNDO
The wreath of myrtle or bay or what- ever it was which was twined several years ago at the advent of the Class Baby has lain lightly upon the head of Fred Await. Fundamentally he has not changed. Travel has broadened him. Contact with the effete East has enlightened him.
Perhaps now and then his whole maner seems more mature, more sedate, on his gait seems more measured and a trifle slower. But then, that is only natural in one who is the father of two children.
Hugh Libbey Await was born on Angust 29, 1935, at Lewiston, Me.
Last July before the Herald Tribune had set its snipers at that great benefactor of humanity, FDR, your Sec'y took a brief jaunt through that backward, Saturday Evening Posty, horse and buggy country, that reputed stronghold of Republicanism, northern Vermont. But this was before the muggles had been distributed and the cocaine imported. Only one specimen of the genus was extant .... like a solitary- dodo.
Not only was this dodo a Republican, but he was a banker. He dabbled in theat- ricals, too (he was preparing to play Sir Rupert Murgatroyd, that evening), but this side of his character he hid as much as possible because it was frowned upon by his fellow reactionaries as being Bohemian or Parisian. We managed to drag him away from the counting house for a while, but he had to hasten a short while after- ward to an anti-Roosevelt meeting of the Knights of Sts. Calvin and Herbert.
His name, of course, is John Davidson.
On September 7, Hal Mackey gave a party for various and sundry Dartmouths at Riverdale, N. Y. The day was whiled away with beer, baseball, and bull. Smart, that old Oxford blue, and Makey, the great Alpha Delt pitcher, excelled on the diamond, Tom Mann skied through several scuttles of beer. The bull was competently tossed back and forth by Okie and your Secretary.
Several members of the classes of 33 and 34 were present to make the night hideous with what they assumed to be melodious renditions of favorite Hanover songs, but their efforts were so unsuccessful that they shall remain unnamed.
Secretary, 64 Cooke St., Waterbury, Conn.
