Class of 1935
I suppose in a little while I'll get to know where you all are, but right now from the trickle of letters which has come in during the summer I feel like a man watching a big hopper of gravel disappear into a concrete mixer. By the time you are reading this—unless the pirate ship BlackHeron sinks on the way over—it'll be what ho and jolly ol' England for a year or two.
Card from Don Hagerman over there this summer with Link Washburn, George Colton, and others, says I ought to like it. All but Link are coming home to contribute to the country's smooth flow of economic concrete. He's staying over in Switzerland in order to wax his skis for the Olympics this winter, where Dave Gallagher (Brasenose College, Oxford) and I may see him careen down the Zugspitze with der Fuehrer's forces at his heels. First matrimonial premonitions also came about Link in the form of a clipping announcing his engagement to Miss Barbara Talbot of Englewood, N. J. Poor girl. I hope she loves the mountains too.
Letter from Larry Sommer at Hanover at the end of June, where he was giving local furniture barons some competition. Have pity on the furtive freshman, Larry.
Roundabout report has it that Charlie B. T. (Bucks Theory) Gow was momentarily halted in his career as Dutchland Farms magnate by a hold-up which cleaned them all out, individually and as a firm. No, Charlie didn't lose anything. He had left his money in a coat in his locker! What did you expect? I wonder if he could set up business in Hanover with those blue and white gingham girls. Maybe a fifteen cent milkshake would be worth it.
Hobe Griffin, who has been laying marble terraces, and reaping corn, cranberries, and sunshine on Cape Cod, tells me that Leonard Bryant is working with Hooker Chemical at Niagara Falls, running some electrolytic machine or other so well that the superintendent didn't want to promote him. He's living with the boss now, which is cheap, farsighted, and effective. He recommends it.
Five "Hairy Apes" of Dartmouth shined and polished the Keansburg, N. J., jail when they could only muster forty-five cents on a five-dollar fine for showing their manly chests in public. Names given— Grimsivald, O'Connell, Hansen, Hanlon, and Flaherty. Does anyone in '35 feel guilty? Sounds like a roll call of the New York police force.
Walt Lincoln and Charlie Benton were detected under a pitcher of beer at the Saia's of New York (the German-American Athletic Club) I haven't heard much from the fellows around New York. There is a wonderful opportunity to use the Dartmouth Club as a focus. I should talk I'll be in England—but there will be a lot of fellows working (?) in New York and a good chance to get together once in a while. Jim Berkey ("for now I'm a judge!") is working for his father on Long Island. He says, ". . . . sort of Papa's generalstooge—doing all of his dirty work—youknow, relieving him of the tiresome littledetails—besides trying to learn everythingabout everything at the same time." Most of us are doing just that. Dick Halvorsen acted as underground railway with reverse English for Fred Haley, who went through the big city on his way to Chattanooga.
News of Howie Croninger that his baseball team—the Fort Wayne Phantoms—is going to be in the playground league. . . . . Wonder if Jack Hill was in Maine all summer, holding down one of the best sounding jobs I ever heard of Tennis, swimming, etc., and a small boy
"Greet the World, From the Hills, With a Hail!" Front ranks of the class of '35, 473 in number, as the bachelor's degree was conferred by President Hopkins June 17 in the outdoor auditorium in the Bema. The class is the largest ever graduated from Dartmouth.
Secretary, Trinity College, Cambridge, England
