Class of 1919
It is reported that at the Yale game Louis Munro sat through the last two periods before the final touchdown, listening to a young lady behind him bemoan the fact that Dartmouth was not beating Yale by a larger score. She obviously wanted to run into figures that would more adequately express her opinion of Dartmouth's greater desirability. Louis, who along with some twenty thousand other Dartmouth veterans had been having nervous prostration every time Yale got the ball, stood it as long as he could and then turned around and said, "Listen, gal, when you've been down hereas many times as I and been beaten, you'lltake a one point edge and like it."
But we're way ahead of ourselves, the Harvard game came first. Phil Bird did a noble job as usual and ran a party the night before that was a great success. Cocktails and dinner at the University Club were attended by: Roland, Eaton, Bresnahan (his moustaches unusually well under control), Hayes, Chipman, Googins, Fleming, Havlin, Bird, Munro, Martin (long live the king), Bingham, Pilsbury, Carrigan, McCrillis, Stewart (all the way from Baltimore), Davis, White, Hawks, McCarter, Dodd, and Potter. We had to leave early for the theater, but our reporters say that everything stayed well under control and that aside from a slight commercial touch which was introduced by McCrillis nothing untoward developed. John, with an enthusiasm which came from Lord knows where, got to selling the "1919 at Sunapee" project which we announced last summer. Munro, the greatly misunderstood, subscribed goo, meaning dollars—John took this to be 200 shares, and started selling the rest of the lake. When last seen John had the place oversubscribed entirely free of mortgages of any kind.
The next noon festivities were resumed at the 1919 luncheon in Cambridge. This went, started last year for the purpose of showing the reunion movies to all the boys and S'rls> is growing in popularity and will no doubt be a regular feature of the Harvard game week-end from now on. Those Present at the Cock Horse from noon until Same time were: the Spencer Dodds, the unny Collins, the Nortons, the Davises, Rock Hayes', Professor and Mrs. Bill Eddy, Louie Munro and Miss Shepard, the Martins, Spider and Bea, the Ruddy Stewarts, the Art Havlins and two friends, the Coopers, friends of the Cleveland boys and now in Boston, the Bill Whites and two friends, George Bingham and Miss Anderson, the McCrillises, the Roger Goodnows and the Herb Flemings. After the game we heard from Bill Picken, who sent a cordial invitation to join him and Mrs. Picken at the Ritz bar. Bob Proctor telephoned but failed to show up. It was reported that the Jeavons was in town, but we did not see him.
Spider writes concerning that Yale game which will go down in history, that at the night-before party in addition to the regular gang Red Washburn was on from Chicago, Ray Adams was down from the hills, Fat Jackson arrived late due to difficulty in convincing his wife that a friend could really be sick on the night before the Yale game—that John Moriarty, doctor to you, was around the picture of prosperity, and that he now has two medical offices, one in Jersey City and one in Hoboken. Everyone is now trying to sell us the idea of a boat ride to Princeton for our health—and we are beginning to think there is something in it.
Secretary, 21 Longfellow Road, Cambridge, Mass.
