Very Special Dispatch
From TOM LANE
One of the most remarkable phenomena I've observed while living in New York is the number of Dartmouth 1935's you run into on the street. Which, I suppose, either proves that recent graduates haven't much else to do, or else that the old love for the out-of-doors keeps them abroad in Mr. LaGuardia's fresh air during a great part of their time.
Within the last week, on one street corner or another, I've run into George Colton, Maurice Rapf, and Jerry Spingarn. George is engaged in the spool and thread industry' (a Stowell enterprise) and Spingarn concocts whopping lies to feed the press on behalf of a publicity bureau. Maurie is working for Crosby Gaige, the producer, and in addition is the local correspondent for a Hollywood trade mag, thereby getting to all first nights on the house. Whotta life!
Colton has been living at the Dartmouth Club, but expects to take up bachelor apartments with Dick Hube in the near future. Haven't seen Randy Stowell, but understand he is working down the bay, on Staten Island, and voyages to town once a week or so.
Bob Sellmer and Danny Kerwin are living together on upper Broadway. Dan working for a firm that organizes trade associations. Bob is free lancing with some success and much pleasure. The next article of Dartmouth's own Robert Benchley appears in the coming Stage. At one time Bob was slated for the post of acting Editor of College Humor. It seems that the editor, Miss Dorothy Ann Blank, was being pursued by a maniac, and thought she would have to leave town for a while. But nothing ever came of it.
My nomination for class money maker to date is Bobby Hage. Not only does he receive a very adequate salary from the Vicks Vapo Company but all living expenses as well. Right now he's touring Louisiana in a company car, curing colds for Share-the-Wealthers.
Had quite an A. D. reunion the other night. Your informer and your informer's past and present roommate, Milburn McCarty, the demon circulation-getter, were disturbed one night last week by a Texas tornado in the person of Cam Duncan, who was passing through town on his way to South America. No sooner had we gotten hold of Earl Arthurs than Bud Childs blew into town. Had quite a celebration, so much so that I don't think any of us got to see Duncan off the next morning. He's going to be down in Argentina, in the Parana River basin, for the next three or four years working for the Clayton cotton company. Childs is looking for a job.
McCarty, who can be reached at the Herald Tribune office, 230 West 41 St., as can your informer, is breaking six circulation records a day. He says that after selling to Dartmouth professors, the average New Yorker is a push-over.
Lou Niles is down here working for the New York Times advertising department, and can be reached at the Alpha Delt Club, 136 West 44 St.
Another fourth-estater is Dick Halvorsen, who, after completing his education at Columbia summer school while working on Neius-Week Magazine, is now newshawking for the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.
Earl Arthurs is working for the Solway Chemical Co., and living at the Dartmouth Club. Hear he was held up in Harlem a couple of times, with the loss of a few dollars and teeth. Didn't get to see much of him over the summer, but this is understandable since Harlem and the Orpheum are places where your conservative informer fears to tread.
Heard a couple of good stories on Class Red Lauterbach, and his roommate, Bob Boehm. It seems that after getting over to Moscow, Lauterbach's party was refused admission to the University of Moscow on the grounds that they might spread capitalist propaganda, heh heh. Also hear that Bob Boehm gave a party (I wasn't invited) to which admission was charged to help finance the Clifford Odets "liberal" expedition to Cuba. And Odets and his party were refused admittance. Another heh, heh.
Bud Fraser and Bob Smith are living together at the Dartmouth Club, the former working hard, and the latter looking hard for work.
Heard from Bud Steinle: "Your exroomie is out here at Purdue studyingMechanical Engineering at the suggestionof his hoped-to-be future employer, theVice-President of the Frigidaire Corporation., I'll be here for approximately twoy urs (with luck and some breaks) duringwhich time I expect to gamer the degree ofB.S. in Mech. Eng. with a major in heatingand ventilating and air conditioning I'm all set with 2 rooms and a garage and aswell outlook in front of me—lots of workin fact much more than I ever did at theCollege on the Hill." His address is 444 Littleton St., West Lafayette, Indiana.
Jack Kingery was here for a few days this summer—on his honeymoon. The lucky girl is Betty Luther, I believe, who graced many a Dartmouth houseparty.
Steve Brooks was around New York most of the summer, turning down jobs by the handful until the "right one came along," to the jeers of us struggling white collar workers. The last laugh however was his. New York has it that he was last seen escorting Merle Oberon around Chicago, "working" for the United Artist publicity bureau.
Heard from Steve Dorsey over the summer who "misses the quiet life of the Bridgeman Block. Middle-westerners rarely have a serious thought in their heads, and are far from intellectually and otherwisely stimulating." His address at Harvard Business School is B 32 Chase.
Also heard from "Coxey" Donnell over the summer. As always his sole thought during all waking moments was clearly the same, and his letter unquotable, therefore, save for articles and one or two extraneous adjectives. Best of luck to him at Harvard Law.
Carl Funke is in the advertising business. Address: 522-3 West End Avenue, New York City.
