Class of 1904
At the beginning of the New Year this authority for class information still lists Mose Withey the prize grandpa of the crowd, having reported the arrival of a second granddaughter on May 20, 1934.
After sliding around in a drenching rain on ice-covered roads eight hours trying to get to Boston on the night of December 19, I put my Ford to rest for the night in the Tavern Garage, Laconia, N. H., only fifty miles from home. The proprietor of this garage is Roy Sutton, one time member of our class. Call and see him when in Laconia.
Henry Hall writes interestingly of his business as consulting engineer, specializing in wire rope and electric transmission line. His business takes him from Cape Breton to British Columbia and from Great Lakes to James Bay. Henry's daughter Dorothy is now on the administrative staff of New Hampshire University and his son Robert is a sophomore at Hanover.
Skinny Sturtevant checks in with a Merry Christmas greeting, boasting that he is the rich—handsome—nonchalant—father of two sons, Mills Jr. and Iva F. Dr. Mills Sturtevant is professor of clinical medicine at New York University.
Hat Hardy writes from San Francisco headquarters that his service with the United States Coast and Geodetic Survey has covered duty on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, Alaska and Philippine Islands, and he is now in command of Steamer Guide, surveying the California coast from San Francisco Bay to San Simeon Bay. The Hardys have three children, Howard H. 27, John F. 22, and Helen E. 14.
A secretary's life is a tough one when it's only possible to LISTEN to words like these: "Have a spare room, a place at thetable for any old friend who might drop Mon me, and if at right season of the year canpromise either quail or duck or trout, witha bottle of thirst-quencher from the cellarto help bring back old memories. It is aninvitation." All the way from New Mexico comes this cry for help; apparently Bob Curly-haired Brown is imprisoned in 3 same preserve and trying to eat his way out To the rescue, former members of the Rood and Clancy clubs. Bob writes that he is going to the Olympics in 1936. Better take off from Boston, Bob, we'll give you a good boost.
With 112 living graduates and 52 nontrrads, I'm not overjoyed with the fact that in a period of two months thirty-two answers to the questionnaire of November 2 have been received. Only 132 more to be heard from before publishing a report. At this rate, understanding this secretaryship to be a five-year sentence, the report will be my valedictory. Just before Christmas in one of Mr. Woolworth's stores, I saw one of these beautifully tonsorialized males of the floor-walker type hunting frantically through boxes and shelves while two stout women clad in conventional black on the other side of the counter obstructed the rush for Christmas cards. Failing in his search, with the unmistakable high voice of the sailor caught in the rigging, he called to a gum-chewing lassie, "Florence, where'syour sympathy cards?" If you can't do any better, see Florence and send me a card.
Clayton Lester Ames from Bridgton, Me., who spent freshman year with us, says"Plow, plant, and harvest when there is anycrop. That's my life story for 25 years." Ames is married and has three sons. You have guessed it; he is a Maine farmer.
During the holiday season, with the house full of amateur skiers, we were given a rare treat when Edgar '01 Hunter arrived, bringing with him the D. O. C. topnotchers, Dick Durrance and Ted Hunter. After seeing them in action for just a few minutes, I was impressed with the fact that so few people ever know what skis are for. These boys combine the grace of a figureskater with the speed of a plane, all the while creating the impression that it's the greatest fun in the world. Go out of your way to see this D. O. C. team do their winter stunts. It's the most convincing way to observe the increased value of the winter season since the basketball, peerade, and poker days of the early nineteen hundreds.
Going South, are you? Don't forget that live wire John Henry JACK Kirker in Baltimore; Alfred Bryant AL Hastings, Lt. Col. Michael A. MIKE Dailey, and David E. DAVE Ford, in Washington. (Lobbyists at the Capital should remember we have two doctors there.) Another doctor, Edward Homer EGGS Egbert, at St. Simons Island, Ga., forgets Russia and everything else in his enthusiasm for this historical island and its wonderful winter climate. Stanley Warner STAN Fenno may be found at St. Petersburg, and if the Mardi Gras draws you to Louisiana, Hugh GOBBO Blair lives at Covington.
You could go to California and not be lonesome; HAT Hardy and FREDDY Root, San Francisco; REDDY Hatch, Santa Monica; AL Hill, La Canada; PERK Perkins, Sacramento; BUCKY Benner, San Dimas; JACK Belknap, Lakeport; MAJ Sharpe, Monterey; GIB Gibson, San Luis Obispo; MAC Mac Lennan, Hollywood.
The Arizona cow-punchers, Morse at Phoenix, and Saben at Douglas, might put you on a horse. Address changes of the past year reported by the Alumni Records Office. Amasa Bowles, Charlestown, N. H. Raymond L. Cleveland, Filmland City Studio, Medford, Mass. Hedley C. Drew, Braeburn Rd., Flossmoor, Ill. Stanley W. Fenno, 945 14th St., St. Petersburg, Fla. Robert C. Fiske, 338 S. W. 9th Ave., Portland, Oregon. David E. Ford, 21 Bridge St., Washington, D. C. Harry H. Ham, 121 Windsor Rd., Waban, Mass. Clarence B. Hamblen, 11 Marion Rd., Belmont, Mass. Elmer C. Home, Box 550, Somersworth, N.H. Harry B. Johnson, Pittsfield, Mass. Arthur W. Kimball, 6933 Meade St., Pittsburgh, Pa. Donald G. Kimball, 15 Harnden Rd., Maiden, Mass. George A. Lewis, 31 Linden Ave., Ossining, N. Y. Henry B. Safford, 108 E. 82d St., New York City. John F. Sanderson, Route 5, Ridgefield, Conn. Harry K. Torrey, Box 46, Portland, Me. Leroy B. Vail, 17 E. 42d St., New York City. Wilfred D. Whittemore, Nat. City Bank of N. Y„ F. E. D„ 55 Wall St., New York City. Samuel G. Wing, 287 S. Winooski Ave., Burlington, Vt. Arthur W. P. Wylie, 220 Ashmont St., Dorchester, Mass.
Champions—1920 Reunion
Secretary, Waterville Valley, Waterville, N. H
