Class of 1918
Neil O. (Fat) Sheldon, coal, flour, and feed merchant of Schenectady, N. Y., politely gives the class officers hades for signs of activity, inasmuch as class record books etc. cost money. We agree with Fat's general contention of low operating budget, but at the same time—depression or no depression—the old activity must go on, if the class is to function as a unit and crash back to our few remaining reunions in real numbers. Your Secretary even had in mind another issue of "The Roar" ere long, but mebbe a lot of you agree with good natured Fat. Let's have your views, and don't give up on the class record book, yet; it's in the making right now.
In case you should be singing "California, here I come," remember that Dr. H. O. Ellis may be found at the Chico Clinic, 315 Wall St., Chico, Calif Did you know that Dick Aishton had three husky boys, aged 13, 10, and 4? Dick is 2d vice-president of the Continental Illinois National Bank and Trust Co. in Chicago Another of the class' vice-presidents is Herm Whitmore, executive vice-president and general manager of Haverhill Box Boards, Inc., and Tonawanda Box Boards, Inc. His address: 129 Arlington St., Haverhill, Mass. .... Monied Eighteeners with surplus funds might make a note of Howard Gleason's address: Edward B. Smith & Co., brokers and investment bankers, 1 Federal St., Boston.
If plans of some weeks ago didn't go haywire, Dartmouth men around Boston are skiing by now. One of the leaders in this "back to the skis movement" is George Kapff, Arlington High faculty member. . . . . Cort Horr (LaGrange, Ill.) reports running into Sig Judd out in Grand Rapids a couple of months ago and uncovering the rumor that Sig is one of Michigan's leading legal lights In Jay LeFevre's own words: "Three children, two boys and onegirl, therefore married." Jay lives up in New Paltz, N. Y., though just what the nature of his business is, dunno Gosh, this class has a gang of lawyers! Here's still another good one: J. Paul Erwin, in the Public Ledger Bldg., Philadelphia. Paul's another "three-son father," too. Which is an accomplishment—at least in the eyes of a "two-daughter father" like your Secretary.
Oh well—Doc Josiah Quincy (West Roxbury, Mass.) has three daughters! . . . . Seems to me this fact has been recorded, but it will stand repeating: John Edward McDonough is associate professor of political economy and fellow of Silliman College in Yale University Whereas Fred Morse, physician, is in the department of bacteriology, Harvard Medical School, Boston. Fred writes: "Bill Pepin and I take careof most of the medical work necessary atthe Harvard Dental School. Bill is a prettysmooth lecturer. I got up to the RavineCamp and Hell's Highway last March. Thenight I was there a Cabin and Trail crowdwas entertaining a group of eight Smithgirls, giving D.O.C. cabin life a differenttone than in our day. The type of skiingthey go in for nowadays has a ruggednessthat would put our feeble attempts on theboards to shame. I would like to get intouch with any of the 'lB ski enthusiastswho might consider a winter trip to theAlumni Outing Club property. Good grub,good bunks, plenty of parking space. PageCameron, Cassebeer, Hesse, John Sanborn,and the other snowbirds."
Rog Warner, N. W. Ayer's writer of advertisements, wrote the Penn Mutual national advertising that took first award at the Life Advertisers Association Memphis meeting some weeks ago. Congrats are extended, Rog James M. Salisbury (not to be confused with Em Salisbury, the Minneapolis mattress magnate) is with the Scholl Mfg. Cos., 62 West 14th St., New York, and bachelorizes out at Roslyn Estates, Long Island.
Gosh, this class has got a bunch o' fellows one never hears from. To mention just a few: who knows anything about Cap Hanley, the pride of Claremont? All we have is a post office box address in Red Bank, N. J. Then there's Thaddeus Ely Baer, presumably up in Elsmere, N. Y.—but what's he doing? Who ever runs into the old mound artist, Bill Brumby, alleged to be hibernating in Hudson, Mass.? And surely Lew Cousens is good for a line or two of dirt in these columns, if someone can smoke him out of his Salem, Mass., slumbers. Who has a line on lanky George Dockstader-an Amityville, N. Y., resident, we understand? And why should Carlton Frost bury himself in Ridgewood, N. J.? Or why shouldn't your Secretary expect to hear from Ted Hazen, who has all the paper one would need for a million letters, up in Holyoke, Mass.? Rog Howland doesn't qualify as Flushing's (L. I.) most outstanding correspondent, either The list could be prolonged, but here's the point: we haven't got a heluva lot of reunions ahead of uswe haven't got but the one class and one bunch of classmates. So—if we aren't goinf to keep in touch with one another, how are we—but write your own ticket!
Eugene S. Clark is a bacteriologist with the State Water, Sewage, and Steam Laboratory in Springfield, Ill. Gene, a "threedaughter father," writes thusly: "Our ownGeo. Woodruff, M. D., of the famed Woodruff Clinic, Joliet, Ill., visits Springfield onvery special occasions. Lang Robinson ismaking life happier with installations ofair-conditioning equipment." .... Louie Huntoon, the Rhode Island typhoon, drops a card from Omaha asking whereinell is the class record book. Be patient, Louie Leslie Merrell, director of finance and extension, Brooklyn Bureau of Charities, says he is just recovering from a fractured skull etc., received in a street brawl with a 5-ton truck. Doesn't recommend jay-walking to anyone, any more. . ... So much for current "dirt." Now let's slip back for a few seconds to our sophomore year.
Just about this time of the year (back in 1916) The Dartmouth carried a story about plans for a big sophomore smoker, a musical comedy written by Sig Judd and Gene Markey. The title of the show, "How Time Flies!" To quote from The Da-Da-Dartmouth: "The plot of the piece is laid 20years hence, in 1936, and the characters areall men of the class of 1918 as they will appear at that time. It will include two scenes,the first in the Dartmouth Club in NewYork City, and the second on the much altered campus at Hanover." .... What wouldn't we give for a copy of that old show, to see how close Gene and Sig's prophecies hit! .... The smoker finally did come off, late in April of 1916, and good old Francis Lane Childs, reviewer, summed it tip this way: "In whatever direction thesesmokers may develop in the future, to thepresent sophomore class belongs the gloryof first staging purely for its own entertainment and amusement a complete theatricalproduction, composed and presented bymembers of the class itself. The class of1918 has certainly set a pace for originalityof entertainment that succeeding classeswill find hard to equal."
Speaking of that show, rememberGGsus Gustafson as the King of Sweden? Or L. F. Emerson as Flora Footlights? And the gym nastic dance by Duke Dusossoit and Stump Barr? And Benesch's comedy? Most assuredly you recall the grand opera trio of Gus, Zulick, and Rog Howland! Mebbe some of you can dig up some good old pictures out of your mem books that we can use in an issue of "The Roar" some time. What say?
By way of explanation: this column is typed late in December. You'll read it early in February. Which may explain why some things, yet to happen, are not included. Or doesn't it? In all events, please drop your Secretary a line and let's keep the pot boiling.
Secretary, Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
