Class of 1924
Either reunion, traveling companion thereto and therefrom, or overwork has sent Morry Ahlquist from the liquidation of banks and the investment business in Spokane, Wash., to farming at Touchet. Explanations solicited.
Charlie Kearns has joined the International Paper Cos. in the New York office at 220 East 42nd St., as Cost Accountant.
Many are the strangers, whom calls from the Office of Alumni Records have brought out in the open again. John McElwain operates a direct mail business in Chicago, at 513 West Jackson pivd. Louis Madden pops up in Milwaukee, Wis., as state manager for the Kansas City Life Insurance Cos. Address—3lo Bankers Bldg. Everett Pearson, who went to Bellows Falls shortly after leaving Hanover is a practicing Vermonter before the courts. His office is at 16 School St. Doc Starkweather, whose specialization in skin work took him to France for a year, now practices dermatology at 636 Church St., Evanston, 111. Forrest Weeks, last recorded in 1928, is with the Metropolitan Stores, Ltd., Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
WINTER ON THE MOVE
The Grant Cos. moves its men fast enough. Ken Winter settled in Hammond, Ind., last fall, and turns up right after Christmas in Sacramento, Calif.
Wales Holbrook shifted schools about the same time, giving up his own at Bonita, Calif., and becoming headmaster of the La Loma Feliz School at Santa Barbara, Calif.
Don Gray is now secretary-treasurer of the H. W. Gray Cos., Inc., music publishers and importers, best known for school and church music.
Another old timer that has been ten years silent—Ev Curran, who now has a shoe store at 110 Broadway, Camden, N. J.
Dave Dyche, the investment banker from the West, now lives on Purchase St., Box 392, Rye, N. Y. He is still working at 15 Nassau St.
When they "closed" the bar at the Copley Plaza a few weeks ago to permit the annual dinner to get underway, "every" member of the class had long been seated at the class table impatiently waiting for the program to begin, but chiefly for the food to appear. Hookie Hagenbuckle started to appear, but was whisked off by Ted Learnard to other parts of the banquet room. Arnie Jenkins, Bunny Sly, Win Farnsworth, Don Wilbur, Dana Bent, Butts Lamson, Ken Harvey, Red Maloney, Brad Hersey, and the Sec. were finallyseated. Hookie is teaching French at Andover and serves as assistant football coach, but confesses that hg has little power to stop the regular exodus to Yale. Brad Hersey has added about as much to his girth as Hookie, for one, has lost. The Wellesley residents present and past, Arnie, Butts, and Ken, decided that Jeff Adams, a fourth member of the community, kept indoors except for church on Sunday. The check on this point was rather weak, however, as Butts confessed to a single attendance. Speaking of weight, Jeff has begun the serious business of reducing, which now is directed by order of his doctor. Dana has not ventured far from Southbridge and his employer the American Optical, until the event of the banquet, because of his wife's death last fall.
SEAVEY UNFOUND
In a letter from Ax Coffin unfolds the great drama of "Find Seavey." This insurance impresario from Chicago and Mrs. Coffin embarked from New Orleans for Central American ports, having written the great catcher they were coming. United Fruit friends of Bud's halfway promised that Bud would be on hand at Tela. Gifts of ALUMNI MAGAZINES and 24 Hour Notices were: put in readiness, but upon touching Tela no Bud. Ax interviewed several more friends of Bud's, who offered news of Bud's baseball prowess even a dentist who had just extracted all of Bud's teeth rounded out the picture of Bud's Honduran life, but the subject of the conversation never showed up. Ax got a particular kick out of Guatemala City because of its freedom from tourist influences, but in the next sentence expressed great satisfaction just the same to be on board again eating good food.
Harrington Richardson Arms Cos. of Worcester, Mass., make guns and are prospects for advertising. Your columnist called with the latter thought in mind and was launched in a presentation when a voice from an adjoining room requested a check-up on the name. Thereupon came forth Joe Falcon, sporting goods buyer for Montgomery Ward, who was placing an order for a "few" guns. Joe had about three minutes to talk, a train to make in another fifteen, so the conversation was. short. For those interested in similarities, and with apoligies to both for the opinion, Joe looks exceedingly like Cottie Larmcn„ professor of administration at Hanover.
Oh, the North CountreeIs a hard CountreeThat mothers a bloody broodAnd its icy armsHold hidden charmsFor hardened, hairy sinners like the above! These hirsute heroes emerged from the northwTods not so long ago and upon con- tinued questioning revealed the interesting fact that they were members of Dartmouth tribe of '25, following up this brash statement with conclusive proof. See how well your memory serves you—and watch our next issue for the horrid details.
Secretary, 12 Haviland St., Worcester, Mass,
