Class of 1914
February—really by the calendar it is only January, and the ninth at that Class Notes due with Mr. Comstock in Chelsea, Vt., tomorrow Better wire him as usual that 1914 will be a day or so late Never met Mr. Comstock, like to What a lot of drivel he must wade through Wonder if he really reads it all Reminds us General Wilson once stuck the Lord's Prayer in a Tuck School statistical report and got "A". .... First of the year is a lousy time. .... Wish we were in Florida Wish we had these notes done Wonder if next year less eggs would improve the Christmas eggnog Why don't these birds send in some notes Well, next month our six months' moratorium on Bob Hopkins will be up and he should be good for half a column Last year we started playing golf in March. .... Gee, it gets dark early Sig Larmon writes a swell story but says "Don't quote me," and that spoils that yarn Everything Slater tells is prefaced by "This is off the record." .... The man across our office outlook alley is arising—top pajamas off, on shirt, next socks and right shoe; exit nether pajamas, on shorts, left shoe, and pants. Always same routine. He lives alone There is good skiing in Hanover The murals are settled We have been invited to take up curling Wonder how we would look in a Scotch bonnet Oh boy, the mail man just arrived with some address changes Maybe there will be a 1914 column this month after all.
We nominate for the Croix de Guerre with one-half palm one Abraham L. Williams of Canaan, N. H., whose generosity to the College is duly recorded among the list of scholarships in the College catalogue. Other benefactors have specifically stated that the recipients of their largesse must not use liquor nor tobacco, must have good morals and all that, but Brother Williams took his human nature as he found it in the rigorous and raw climate of Canaan. Thirty-seven scholarships he founded, preferably to students from his home town. A true son of the North Country he, haunted with but a single inhibition:—his boys must not use tobacco.
Perusing the new issue of the catalogue further, we reflected considerably on the cost of attending dear old Dartmouth these twenty years later. The general expense situation at Hanover has been discussed at length in the public press, but we think the world should know how low are the laundry rates in Hanover. For fifteen dollars a year, being some forty cents per week, your son may keep his linen fresh. Facts like these should be used to refute the canard that ours is a rich man's college.
Since his passing, book reviewers have been giving extensive space to Thorne Smith and his works. This past week (December 31) the magazine Time devotes its literary leader to some interesting facts and comments. All in all over a quarter of a million copies of his books have been sold with the astonishing average per volume published exceeding twenty-five thousand. Apparently there has been growing a Thorne Smith group of fans which has eagerly awaited each succeeding and successful work. The reviewers imply that Thorne possessed a singular literary style, which was relished or detested with few middle-ground readers. Since his death the sales of his several works have shown definite increases. The Secretary is asking the college librarian to publish in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE a complete list of Thorne Smith's writings.
NEW ADDRESSES
Spence Howell, the Alumni Records Office reports, is now at 2330 Monroe St., Toledo, Ohio, and Room 811, 215 West 6th St., Los Angeles, Calif., which in these days of fast planes is not at all impossible.
Lew Dillingham turns up from West Lebanon, Me. Haven't seen nor heard from you, Lew, since we met outside the depot in Toul one raw September day, 1918. Hope the world has done you well, boy.
Elmer Robinson is reported at 119 West 57th St., New York City, where he is advertising and sales promotion manager for the Soft-Lite Lens Company. Welcome back East, Elmer. Come in and promote us some day soon.
Saw Red Loudon just before Christmas when he was in Boston attending a meeting of the Athletic Council. Never saw Red looking better, and he reports his family and the Fourteeners in Minneapolis all well and happy. Needless to say he sent his regards to all the boys.
APPLES OR YOUR LIFE
Win Webber, the Squire of East Sandwich, is representing the New York Life in his old home town of Beverly and on Cape Cod. Before the depression Win was a manufacturer's agent selling builders hardware. When building stopped he settled down to raising apples on his forty acres holdings on the Cape.
Existence for too many of us has been just like that. Who in the class has the ideal job anyhow? Might start with the parsons Wheelock, Knight, and Frazier.
Cotty Larmon just dropped in with the information that Sig and he had just returned from the West, a visit occasioned by the sudden passing on of their mother. To the Larmon family the class extends the full measure of its sympathy.
Have you visited the rooms in the Parker House, Boston, reserved for Dartmouth men? The idea has certainly caught on and deserves success, for there has long been a need for a central meeting place. 1914 plans to lunch the second Friday each month, but come any noon. You are sure to meet some you know. We understand Saturday afternoons are becoming increasingly popular.
The extent to which the winter sports business of the Dartmouth Co-op has grown to national scope is perhaps not sufficiently known to all our treasurer's friends. We were amazed at the bulging storerooms scattered about the block, literally groaning with forests of skis and the like. The success of the business is attested by a seeming indifference on the part of the proprietor to even the sex of certain of his good customers. Recently we found ourself discussing winter sports apparel with the buyer of one of New York's biggest and BEST stores, when at the mention of Mr. John Piane, the buyer launched into a considerable oration, berating our friend for slow deliveries and such, and ended thus:
"And furthermore, the next time yousee your friend, Mr. Plane, please tell himthat I'm a girl and considered by certainpeople not too hard to look at, and I'mgetting tired of getting his letters addressing me as 'Mister.'"
Lady, your message is delivered.
Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston
