Class of 1934
As I write this the boys up in the Lords Country are peeling off their D sweaters, frantically fumbling about for shirt studs, and pushing the treatises out of harm's way on many a Hanover desk. The Class of 39 is brightening up its jealous eye as it watches many a feminine form enter Hanover town .... but not for it. The Alabama Aces, the South Dakota Ragpickers and the Kansas Cards have made their usual long trips to be present, and THE 'DARTMOUTH writes another edit dedicated to eternal womanhood. What I mean is: it's House Party. And here we sit We birds in the wilderness, waiting for the Princeton game.
Among other things, the November second battle in the Bowl brought to New York the president of the E. R. Moore Chicago. This gentleman's name is E. R. Moore '34. With him came Mrs. Moore and a good-sized photo of good-sized E. R. IV, already scheduled for the Class of '57, which photo was used for the purpose of persuading your secretary that E. R. IV is The Class Baby. Well, as a matter of fact, I think he probably is, photo or no photo, and before the next issue I hope to trace down the technicalities of the situation and announce the '34 Bambino once and for all. However, Class Baby or not, E. R. IV gives promise in this sixth month of his being, of putting Mr. Mutt Ray to shame for sheer huskiness.
Mac Collins reports for the Harvard boys that Bob Balgley gets a lion's share of attention in classes and takes the strain from the rest of them .... that most of the lads are getting tired of being tycoons on paper .... that Bill Ramsey has settled down at the Law School .... and little else except an informal financial report to the effect that as a Class we are still rich and our fortune is drawing down the Dartmouth National's bountiful rate of interest.
S. H. Newman, he who is better known as Ike, became engaged June 14, 1934 to Miss Ruth E. Richardson, of West Hartford, worked for a while with G. E. Air Conditioning in Hartford until "the wolfcaught up to me and I had to come homeand roost." Is now hopefully selling insurance and real estate in the Boston district.
Tuck School's Class of '35, a subsidiary, may we say, of the class of 1934, gets out a bi-monthly publication of its own, under the editorship of Gordon Haverkampf. It's a darn fine piece of work and illustrates the effectiveness of small-group interests in maintaining contact. Their October issue is six mimeographed pages, contains news of all 14 of the Tuckers, written in very informal style with many a sly allusion quite unintelligible to any but a second-year Tuck man. Only a few excerpts follow:
Ray Snow reports from Westport, Conn, (this is in semi-quotes from the Haverkampf document) that he has been having a rather enjoyable hunt for employment. Casually remarks Ray: "I landed a job withBankers' Trust in May. They said I couldstart work whenever I felt like it
and somehow I never did." But it appears that job-comber Snow spent July beachcombing at Provincetown "among the writers, artists and freaks." (Aux armes, Greenwich Village.) And then a month later he started taking a post-grad course in Administration under a management engineer.
Bob Adam writes from 920 Park Avenue ("small but elegant") that he started out with Brown Harriman & Co. and stayed there four days. Then the Bank of New York claimed him for its own, put him in as a messenger at first, and at most recent reports he was in the trust collection department. Another Bank of N. Y. and Trust Co. notation is the rise of Walt Blood from Trust Collection to Trust Custodian to Investment Counsel. Reminds me of the advertising business, where you progress from Space Salesman to Space Salesman until finally you become a full-fledged Space Salesman. But Walt adds that Thor Fraser is also in the Investment Counsel Department, but that it took him six months as compared to Walt's four weeks, "thus proving the benefits of Tuck School." Boo-o-o-oo. Sssss.
Gordon Haverkampf himself is a messenger for the Harris Trust, ambles around the Chicago Loop Art Nissen is with Connecticut General Life Insurance Co., Hartford Alfy Seitner is in the men's furnishing department of Toledo's Lion Store, gets 15 minutes off for a smoke in the afternoon Stan Karstedt spent the summer "fishing up in Coloradoand seeing Lizzie down in Texas." . . . . Two months ago John Randall was still debating between law school and the Minneapolis Honeywell Regulator Co Babe Shea studying in Endicott, N. Y. all summer, running into Bob Miller, who was pitching for Binghamton. .... Swede Lindstrom has changed from the First National Bank (Chicago) to the financial department of the Jewel Tea Company. . . . .
Bert Alley began as an accountant with the Davis Hardware Store of Boston, got a lot of good experience in bookkeeping and filing, is now with Thompson's Spa, a chain of seven Boston restaurants.
This idea of small-group publications, I think, is something worth thinking about. It might not be amiss for the fraternities and societies to set up a bit of a correspondence system under their most enterprising meatball and possibly contribute a little organization to this large-scale matter of alumni notes.
The time is ripe to hear some more about Europe. Mr. Gilmore of the Irish landed gentry has a few quotable quotes: . Two days out of New York I came downwith a fine case of chicken pox and spentthe remainder of the trip in the isolationward. The group I was with—as fine abunch of Princetons as I have ever seengot off at Plymouth, but I was forced to goon to Rotterdam. The doctor on the boattold me to stay in Holland and not try to goto England but I was fed up with him andflew over to England the next day From Belgium we went to Germany andfirst of all partook of Moselle wine (Followsa long dissertation on comparative liquorprices and tastes) From there it wasMunich where I saw you, also Bill Ramseyand Sam McCray. .... Then to Austriaand a side trip to Budapest. While in Budapest I saw a gorgeous damsel who resembledone of Petty's drawings but she made nosense to me and I made no sense to her soit was no go. Returning to Vienna fromthere in one of the oldest airplanes I haveever been in, we had two forced landingsand ran into some very bumpy weatherwhich made us uneasy as we had breakfasted on condensed milk.
"From there to Italy and every place ofinterest in the country. Ran into SonnyMills and Luke Wilson in Venice and Paris.From there we went to Switzerland whereI had the gendarmes after me for putting asuitcase through a window on the train.Then on to Paris where there was a madshambles the whole time . ... to Ireland,where I spent a week on an estate of whichI am 14 owner, having inherited it from myfather. It is a swell place and I sure had amarvellous time there .... treated royally and something in the manner of avisiting potentate. People came for milesaround to talk to me and I was a damnedimportant person for about a week. I hatedto leave Ireland because they had the mostcomfortable bed I have ever slept in
And so this ought to hold you for a while.
Stu Barber tells all: "(z) Out of Arkansas, (2) In Washington, at 1513 O Street,(3) Working for WPA, (4) Studying law atGWU, (5) Working like HELL. Pimper(shall we of '34 claim him?—after all,somebody has to take him) is also at thislaw business, in his second year, and incidentally becoming quite a man about town.Houck, Hahvahd Business, claims as usualto be working hard, but he can't quite seemto get the thoughts of the approaching D-Hcelebration off his mind. C.H.P. (theWhack) Yallalee is expected to put in anappearance there, among other disreputable parties. The Houck, after sleeping thisoff during the ensuing week, then proceedsto New Haven for the festivities there. Awhell, how do these guys get that way?"
A 1 Bennett is disturbed that so many brethren seem to have seen him in a creamcolored Packard at New Haven. Says Al: "Please make clear in Mag. that car belongsto Newall Kurson '32 & not to me. I'm stilla struggling newspaper man in the insurance biz. Cheerfully ir happily yours."
Had a brief line recently from Frank Turbett, asking about the monthly dinners, and all the modest old fellow had to say about himself was the return address: Publishers Photo-Engraving Co., New York Next New York dinner is Wednesday, December 4th Bill Eldridge helped Ed Moore plant some corn last May and it grew Bob Young is with Travelers Insurance in Hartford. . . . . Brad Hill works with Lever Brothers, the soap people
Lefty Brabbee, our all-American soccer man, hid his hockey under a bushel while in Hanover. But the Butcher makes his formal debut to the public this Sunday at Madison Square Garden, where every Sabbath thereafter he will wield the stick for the Van Courtland six.
WILLIE LEVEEN WILL BE MARRIED IN JUNE. GET READY, BOYS
Secretary, 193 Brookdale Ave., New Rochelle, N. Y
