Class of 1930
Two weeks from the day that this issue of The MAGAZINE goes into the mails to you the '3O braves will be coming up over the hilltop on the road from White River Junction or over Sand Hill on the Leb Road and getting the glimpse of the Library tower and the Hanover plateau, which is their reward at the end of the trails which for some of them started on the Pacific Coast and for others on the Gulf of Mexico. Checking in under the Big Top tucked away in the el behind Topliff Hall, they will go through the police line-up getting photographed for the Rogues' Gallery, receiving their uniforms and beginning one of the happiest week-ends in many a day. While the big tent will serve as the center of activities with good, creamy HAFFENREFFER—suppIied Narragansett Ale always on tap, there will be baseball games, band concerts, shows, class movies, a great climatic picnic, a copious class banquet with ADAMS—supplied wines and little, if any, formal speechmaking, a modicum of singing around the piano in the tent, some walks to old familiar spots in the near-by countryside, and a fair quantity of "just sitting'' with friends whom you haven't seen for five years. At this writing indications point to a fine attendance. We promise you one of the greatest regrets of your lifetime if you fail to come.
Meanwhile, 808 BOTTOME and his corps of class agents are working hard to get the Alumni Fund all salted away before reunion. They promise not to put the hooks into anyone during reunion—there'll be no working on you in susceptible momentsbut if you want perfect insurance against this, the surest way is to ship your ante off to Hanover well in advance.
No '30 offspring has come on the horizon under better auspices than those under which Robert Rathbone Bottome Jr. appeared on February 26. Unfortunately no one thought to send official notification of his appearance to the old demon archivist in Hanover and by the time he was officially "registered" with your scribe we had so completely taken him for granted that we confidently assumed his presence had been publicly taken note of in these fertile columns. This we now do with apologies to the younger Bottome but nothing other than reproof for his delinquent parents.
ALTON K. MARSTERS WED
We promised to take official note of the marriage of AL MARSTERS and we are happy to be able to do this now, with complete documentation as follows: "Mr. and Mrs.Eben Franklin Dewin announce the marriage of their daughter, Esther Frances, to MR. ALTON KIMBALL MARSTERS, on Wednesday, the 24th of April, 1935, at the Churchof the Transfiguration, New York City. Athome: 472 Gramatan Avenue, Mount Vernon, New York."
Under a photograph in the Boston Herald of March 17 appeared the following notice: "Mrs. Edward J. Driscoll of Whitinsville announces the engagement of herdaughter, Miss Kathryn Pauline Driscoll,to MR. J. FRANK MCLAUGHLIN of Washington and Worcester, son of Mr. and Mrs.James F. McLaughlin of Worcester. MissDriscoll is a graduate of the KatharineGibbs School. Mr. McLaughlin graduatedfrom Dartmouth in 1930 and the HarvardLaw School in 1933." The photograph is well worth your attention when you are leafing through your old files of the Herald.
"Peter Henry Wolf's career officially gotunder way May 5," writes his admirably restrained father. "He checked in at sevenand three-quarters pounds." Ted passes on a few good-natured quips at the expense of the young Wolf while we, with magnificent restraint, refrain from any puns involving the words "stork," "wolf" or "door." (It was Ted who wrote us at the time of his marriage under the heading "Bull-Wolf Nuptials.") He hopes to see us in Hanover 'but," etc., etc
BRY IN WARMER CLIMES
Always, when it is raining or snowing in Hanover, comes word from BUD BRY in some tropical place, usually flaunted on a postcard. This time it was Havana, to which place (rubbing it in) he announced he had come on a 76-foot schooner. He compensated for this by mentioning his overpowering efforts to reach Hanover by June RICHARD (SCUM) HOOD is a young barrister with the United States Department of Justice in Philadelphia and since the United States Government is not an indulgent taskmaster is afraid he can't reach Hanover in June The sinister figure of DEAN WIGGIN, passed on a dark sidewalk in Hanover the other night, muttered a hope that it might appear in Hanover for the Saturday afternoon and Sunday of reunion Down in Hartford, Connecticut, RIP VOGT (who has added a pound or two) and ART SHURTS appeared for a dinner, having come over from New London ED CONKLIN, HANK BJRGE, and MAC HORWITT were also on hand with plans for the northward trek JOHN MARSH appeared in Hanover en famille just a month too early and with no prospects of getting back in June. They dug in at the de luxe Beta house for a visit. .... JACK ACKLEY made a similar visit out of season at the same time. All in all, it looks like pretty poor timing to us While on the subject of stupid timing there is MILT FLEISCHMAN who, without apparent shame, calmly reports that he won't be at reunion—says he'll be passing through Hanover during the summer. He mentioned 808 KEENE'S picture of Mink Brook in the American Annual of Photography for 1935 which we doubtless saw five years ago in the Dartmouth Pictorial. He had seen SNUB POEHLER at the Newark Airport a few nights before gathering interesting dope for his classes at the East Orange High School.
JOE EPSTEIN, who Milt Fleishman indicated wouldn't be with us, writes indicating that he will and a room reservation engaged by LARRY RICHMOND substantiates this. They speak for room 109 Topliff where they spent two college years. Larry, as you know, is the music man and Joe is the boy barrister who is burning up the courts in Elizabeth, New Jersey. .... The William H. Bassett Company (Chevrolet-Oldsmobile) of Bridgewater, Massachusetts, contributed the letterhead on which our WILLIAM H. BASSETT spoke for his reunion reservations If JACK WOOSTER can survive an automobile ride from New York with FRED PAGE and BUCK STEERS he will also be here, as will they. . . . . The New York Evening Journal, on the reverse side of the sheet devoted to a war scare story of the Lusitania and a picture of a German U-boat entitled "Grim Reminder of Warning," publishes a picure of ALDEN W. SMITH 'go, "amateurshort-wave radio fan" who "picked a faintSOS out of the ether sent from a strickenfishing schooner off the Jersey coast," causing twelve Coast Guard boats to search Jersey waters "frantically." "Mr. Smithshown here at his radio controls, immediately notified police who notified the CoastGuard. Picture by Evening Journal Staffphotographer." In the picture are radio contraptions of the complicated type we used to have when we were in high school. The inevitable Smith pipe is in evidence and Al has a far-away look in his eyes. .... We are indebted for all of this to JESS LICHTER who, for all we know, almost never reads the New York Evening Journal. .... If you appeared on the West Point parade grounds at sunset one of these afternoons and could manage to get Cadet KEL CLOW'S eye you could probably find out from him just how many days there are until reunion. It was forty-nine when he last wrote to us. Needless to say, he'll be here FRED TANGEMAN is, to our surprise, still extant. It is, as a matter of fact, a great surprise to us to learn how many of our fraternity brothers whom we believed long lost or dead actually survive. Fred will be here when you show up So will MILT* SCHULTZ who has already subscribed for a cot in our Topliff flophouse FRAN HORN, for some unaccountable reason, appeared on the scene as the champion of the Forgotten Woman in our reunion plans. He holds no grudge, nevertheless, and will be here, departing shortly thereafter for the Orient—or have we forgotten to tell you that Fran is going to Teheran, Persia? His arrivals at exotic spots are no longer news It is probably fortunate that we work obscurely in the remote village of Hanover and live still more obscurely in the practically inaccessible village of Norwich (or did you know the bridge is out?) in view of the temper of some of the communications we have received from representatives of the Forgotten Sex. Priscilla Doran, who has been hemmed in by Dartmouth relatives all her life, writes: "Sir! What's this aboutno wives?" The least hard-working young doctor and mother we know of are Bill and Priscilla Doran respectively, who are always leaving their flourishing daughter Joanna for the West Indies or New Orleans or some such place. We have an impression that Bill may be permitted to attend reunion ED FROST is now affiliated with Marshall and Bruce Company, Printers, Binders and Publishers, which is the largest and one of the oldest concerns of its kind in the south.
A RIDE AT REUNION
BILL MILNE will have a portion of the reuning Thirtymen on horseback if he has his way, planning a Boot and Saddle round-up, and early morning ride, and a lusty breakfast at the Norwich Inn. He hopes to get DEARSTYNE, PATTERSON and EPSTEIN, himself and others in the saddle. GOMER WATERMAN will be here if for no other reason than to hunt down a dollar bill which he firmly believes he sent to us for a bargain subscription to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. Several attempts to get back to Hanover have fizzled out, he writes. He is still not discouraged, however, and is "saving up for der tag."....EARL Sel" DON writes from Detroit that we can count ON him BILL LAWSON claims that what with the N.R.A., etc. he has to put in sixty-five hours a week at his store in Port Chester and can't even get a vacation this year, and consequently won't be with us. Sadly he claims that he must live "like an old man" in reveries of the years 1926-30 LEE CHILCOTE writes that the Thirtymen in Cleveland are singularly apathetic about this reunion business. We trust that by this time the seductive material which Si CHANDLER and CHARLIE WIDMAYER have gotten into the mails will have turned the tide in Cleveland, coupled with some persuasion from Lee himself. .... We happily add to the blessed event collection the name of Ronald Odell Chilcote of the vintage of February 20. "I thinkhe's going to be quite a boy as he doesn tlook a bit like his father but has that intelligent Smith College look of his mother. (Come, come, Lee!) Lee is pretty fecund with these items and gives us likewise news of BROWNIE NEFF'S daughter, Ann Elizabeth, who is well along in her second year by this time
We close on the reunion note. This is the concluding installment of our term as demon fluff-thrower for this well-known organization, but we will refrain from dropping any tears or even bothering with any adieus until we see you all in a couple of weeks.
1930) to Turn Back Pages of History Campus scene scheduled for merry revival when 1930 hits Hanover for its big Fifth Reunion.
Secretary Administration Bldg., Hanover, N. H.
