Class of 1935
Praises Be! The impossible has occurred. A letter has been received from .... Jack Hill. And what a letter! A long affair on that kind of yellow paper which turns brown and crumbles until the inside of your drawer is littered with little flat brown specks which won't be sucked, blown, wiped, enticed or threatened away. And to cap the climax, he sends me a penny postcard, a penny one, mind you, on which I have to pay His Majesty's government four cents postage due! But it was addressed to "The Right Honorable Wm. W. Fitzhugh," so there was compensation. It is undoubtedly news to the post office that I am scheduled for the House of Lords. Jack says I came over on the Black Heron, Romance and Mystery calling, and the lure of what looks, in his abominable chirography, like "the tea." This is such an awful pun that I can't keep it. At and around Boston he's run into George Barnes, Morrie Heller, Jim Aieta—who's in insurance recovering from entamoeba histolytica contracted on a world cruise, Fred Collier, Halsey Loder, Lou Niles—the announcement of whose wedding to Miss Mary Loder, Halsey's sister, shared the society page with Charlie Sewall's to Miss Mary Butler as important spring events (what's happening to these Theta Delts?), Melvin Rosen, the Business School Gang, the Law School Gang, and a few unattached who have already graced these columns. Jack himself is in a process of vegetation, pardon me, education, at Harvard Medical School and Tuckerman's Ravine.
Letters have started to trickle in from unexpected sources in response to the cards I sent a few of you, but if promptness in this is any guide, Randy Stowell and his beneficient werewolves have their hands full with the Alumni Fund Drive. It is my idea to donate my bonus as a VFW, which is due about now, along with a small personal contribution to make the sum uneven and the origin unsuspected. Randy, by the way, has been made foreman of his division at P & G.
Here's a rare bit of gossip about DickHurd which might be of interest to someof his friends, especially those in the C. if G.House. This is really funny. He claimed tobe an old iron-man when it came towomen. Giving away his fraternity pin tosome frail was the last thing in the worldthat HE would do. Well it seems that hisemotions got the best of him around thetime of the Wellesley Senior Prom. Notonly did he break away from his Yale lawbooks long enough to take a beautifulblonde to the prom, but he also presentedher with his C. & G. pin, just for the evening. But the beautiful blonde was toosmart for our budding young lawyer—shekept the pin. Hurdo seriously consideredbringing suit against her, but recallingsimilar cases from the ones he had studied,decided that such procedure might entailundue publicity which would be detrimental to his future legal career, not tomention his political career. He was sort ofsweet on the blonde anyway, and figuredno great harm would be done if his friendsdid not find out about it. So there it stands.
has also used a combination of Green andWhite in making up our uniforms." A little later, in a postcript which Pat O'Sheel calls "proof positive of reportorial embarrassment," comes this: "Incidentally, I havebeen appointed captain of the Penn A. C.by our Coach William H. Anderson." Pat concludes: "Whether Dartmouth will haveanother unofficial color-bearer in the Olympic legions of the United States, only time,fortune, and strange backboards will tell." Harry Deckert is getting rugby conscious in St. Louis and sums up the year neatly in one sentence: "Besides Budweiser beer St.Louis has a very fine law school and if itweren't for a girl named Jukie I would saythat they formed the most integral parts ofmy first year as an Alumnus." There seems to be a little more, because Harry was elected president of the first year class. And Jukie must be quite a girl. She likes horses —frisky ones—and Harry says that with a big new moon that makes a grand combination. Informal weekly meetings of the Dartmouth fellows in St. Louis, Boyd Rogers, Frank Cornwell, Bill Chapman, Bob Husted and others, are held with various fellows entertaining with "beer, miscellaneous cheeses, and small talk." This seems a swell idea. Wherever organization (not too much) really gets started for little gatherings like this, everybody seems to have a good time and look forward to the next occasion. When you get fellows in Law School, as Ted Harbaugh reports, Pat O'Sheel in the Dartmouth prints a long letter from A 1 Bonniwell which is news to me. He has been a member of two teams—both amateur—all winter, Penn Wynne and Penn A. C., both of which won their respective league titles with A 1 leading the Penn Wynne (Main Line) league scoring by thirty points or so and apparently ahead in the Eastern Club League too, although no actual points are available there. Two "incidentally's" cover a lot of ground: "Incidentally, the manager hasbeen kind enough to honor me with thecaptaincy of the team (Penn Wynne) and sitting around after dinner for over an hour just talking and singing songs, there must be something to it.
A note from another lawyer, Gard Cushman, at Harvard. The last news of excitement for him, except for Jones vs. the State of New Jersey and that sort of thing, wasgoing to Carnival with Atherton, Beebe, Van Doom, Hemphill, Hawkins, Niles, and MacLellan. He skied and found "my personal activities were hampered by a caneto support a badly bruised leg!" Sax Ziemen writes from New York where he is in a "considerably clerical" position with the American Can Company and has run into a lot of thirty-fivers: Jack Shelmire with BVD, Sam Stern with Roger Kent, Carl Spengeman with General Cable, Frank Stockman with J. Walter Thompson's advertising genii, Chick Harrison at Columbia Law, Van Leuvan with Diamond Match, Hughes, Fischer, Price, unclassified, Duke Lansberry with Prentiss Hall Publishing Cos. Dick Halvorsen is somewhere in New York too. He was named on an Alt New England lacrosse team not so long ago.. Rem Ryder is rumored to be in Wall Street,, and I have before me a letter from another denizen of that sink of capitalistic iniquity who ends with the characteristically cautious statement showing the budding man of business, "In parting, I am reserving allcopyrights on this letter." "Who do you suppose it is?" Bartow Anderson! I can't quote any more since that would be going against the obvious instructions (sic), but Bartow has certainly had a hectic time in the gloomy canon. First immersed in statistics, then keeping track of salesmen, next, on the trading table, now he edits, prints, and distributes a bulletin three times a day and in between times chases after elusive bonds and stuttering stocks. There was a modest reunion the other day when Walt Gless, Charley Benton, and Bart had lunch together.
Here's a letter which is full of "f's." Foley's fostering the future of flying. Tom. is with the Luscombe Airplane Development Corp. in West Trenton, N. J., and is enthusiastically looking forward to flying around the country selling "a new type ofprivate plane which is far beyond anythingin its class and the only all-metal plane being built at present." .... "The day ofthe private plane is not far off." Tom's future motto will undoubtedly be, Contact— with the class of thirty-five!
WERE THE CHECKS GOOD?
A story comes from Dave Smith (Stanford Business School) of Jack Petrequin- working in the Central United National Bank in Cleveland. "While posting somechecks of the Time-Fortune Corporationthe other day he noticed two on the Dartmouth National Bank. One was from ourold pal, Prof. Al Foley and the other wasLew Stilwell's. It certainly is a very smallworld. For exercise, Jack is 'riding to horse,,still grinning the old Dutch grin, in a local'cavalry unit—a part of the Ohio National'Guard.'" The other day Dave says he had a letter with the heading
NUTT AND GILCHRIST"Wood To Burn"
The Gilchrist is Jack, Dave's old roommate at the Deke house. "He and Nutt (nuttof Dartmouth) " Great SCOTT! The postman has just dropped in a letter emblazoned NUTT and GILCHRIST! Here y'are, straight from the feller himself: "I'min the wood business and have been so engaged since last Septetnber. Like Bob Williams in his automobile business, I'm learning it from the 'halfway' point up." The season is about over now ("Gilly says theyare making fine profits, but he hopes tohave the business running so smoothly thathe can enter Western Reserve Law Schoolnext year"—Dave Smith) so he's looking around for something till next fall. Here's some more news which Jack gives of Cleveland and Cleveland Heights which I will shoot along:
"Dan Close has moved into town and is attending classes at the Law School down in Cleveland. Last reports were that he was doing very well. Bill Hawgood has likewise moved in from Painesville and is working for his uncle at Patterson-Sargent Cos., where he is located in the chem labs.
"Jack Stefiins is rumored to be doing chemical research work for the Luber-Zol Cos. in the Case laboratories. Last time I saw him he was sporting a very dashing light blue '36 Ford phaeton and seemed to be doing okay.
"Bumped into Louis Weitz one windy day downtown; I was out for a haircutj he was looking for a job. Although the wind off the lake almost swept us away during the few minutes we talked, I did manage to learn that he had spent the first semester in Hanover doing graduate work and plans now to enter Med School here next fall.
"Had a postal from that ex-roommate of mine, Wild Bill Clark, the other day. He was down in Florida, and wrote: 'Three of us Profs are staying here in St. Augustine. We have a three-week vacation; soft, eh? Teaching (Taft School) has gone swell, (swellly, Bill, remember your small charges), a lot of fun,' and adds that he got back to Hanover for Carnival.
"Bill Crouse is living in Detroit, where he is working for one of the large dairy companies. I think many of the fellows will remember Bill Minshall, who was with us freshman year before going to the University of Virginia. He is now attending Cleveland Law School, and is seeking the nomination for the office of State Representative in the forthcoming primaries."
There are going to be an awful lot of lawyers in these United States one of these days.
Jack suggests that John N. Johnson '35 may be the famous Man in Middle Mass of days of yore—or Roosevelt's twice forgotten, Forgotten Man. Que Scay-je?
He concludes: "Heard yesterday from ourclass agents in regard to the Alumni Fund.Hope our class can come through with100% contributing; such would be a newhigh in class records, and one well worthshooting at." Something to remember is that part of that money goes to preserve the Dartmouth Elms without which, as President Hopkins has often said, the College would not be the same.
ODDS BODKINS: Norm Rand is coaching and teaching at Tilton School. Bill Kempton is married to the former Miss Gertrude Pauline Blake of Marshfield, Vt. Sandy Brown is Instructor in Physics at Hanover and is amazed how many fellows take physics who don't like it and who don't want to study it. The redoubtable Washburn is safely back from Europe. Mac McCarty, according to our own W. W. Colton, has had a tooth out with the result that "it really made him a hard lookingcustomer." Bill White is on the faculty of New Hampton Preparatory School. Bob Lowell is the Personnel Director of the United States Rubber Corp. plant in Naugatuck, Conn. Herb Van Doom is pastries for Macy instead of Bamburger. Rudy Pacht has gotten down to a hundred in golf, is nuts on a beauty from Beverlv Hills called Alice, and recently with Maury Rapf, who has written a couple of scenarios one of which "We Went to College" is go- ing into production now, and Fritz Rinaldo '34, had dinner with Cotty Larmon on his recent western alumni speaking expedition. Steve Brooks is apparently working in the Publicity Department of Paramount Pictures.
Four iron-nerved Cambridge undergraduates climbed the 120 foot towers of King's Chapel last night and planted in the rarefied atmosphere there two flags, one British and the other genuine Abyssinian—green, yellow, and red. A little lower down they strung a huge white banner with the black words "SAVE ABYSSINIA." Last year two opened umbrellas were put up there, which resisted all efforts to shoot them down with rifles and finally had to be removed by professional steeplejacks. My faith in the younger generation has noticeably increased. And so I close a happy first year with this column, thanks to your co-operation. This column is for your interest. I'm kind of strainer and spout. Let's keep the hopper full of news!
WHO'S BEING BASHFUL ABOUT THE CLASS BABY?
TREASURER'S REPORT-CLASS OF 1935
May 9, 1936 INCOME Balance at beginning of Senior Year $ 6.96 Senior Tax Collections 6,325.73 Commencement Ball Tickets 154.80 Sale of Commencement Announcements 17-50 $6,504.99EXPENDITURESItem Budget Actual To Date Two Senior Suppers $ 650.00 f 542.90 Barbecue (Old Timer Day) 100.00 66.55 Commencement Ball 850.00 772-24 Class Movies (Incomplete as yet) '. 250.00 §7-75 Class Day and Printing 575-00 596.86 Band over Commencement 650.00 650.00 Caps and Gowns 625.00 568.75 Alumni Magazine 2,500.00 2,290.00 Secretary's Fund 350.00 60.48 Treasurer's Expenses 75.00 61.72 Co-op Bill (From the Freshman Year) 172.00 171 -75 Miscellaneous (Bad Checks) 46.53($6,797.00) 5>9'5-53 BALANCE—In Dartmouth National Bank $ 589.46Notes: 1. Ten promissory notes remain outstanding amounting to $103.50.2. Out of a graduating class of 473 men, there were 455 men who paid all or part of the $15.00 tax, excluding the tax collectors who were not required to pay the tax. Respectfully submitted, Bobb Chaney, Treasurer,Class of 1935-
Secretary, Trinity College, Cambridge, England
