Class of 1919
Well, the football season has come and gone. Saturday afternoons are once again devoted to teaching the young idea to shoot, and we are already looking up the old white whiskers for the annual Yuletide performance. The results which we have all felt confident must come from such excellent coaching came. We beat Yale. That the team took it from a superlative Princeton outfit meant little, for who did not? And that the team went a little sour in an anticlimatic affair with Columbia didn't seem to matter much. We feel sure the whole class send congratulations to Earl Blaik and his staff and that they are pleased that he is to continue in charge of Dartmouth football.
We haven't been kept very well posted on who was at the parties and games following the Yale game. We know that Googins phoned us just before the Princeton affair and said he was off that minute and where would he find the Dartmouth Club in New York? Louie Munro took in the complete schedule so far as we can find out. Martin writes that Gale was down from Buffalo and went out to Princeton early in the morning to show Emily the place. He arrived there and discovered at once that he had left his tickets back at the hotel in New York. Instead of seeing Princeton, he saw nothing all the morning except the inside of a telephone booth. Got the tickets, however, finally about ten minutes before the kickoff. Spider also reports that Freddie Balch was around before that game, telling about a trick bet he had made with some one supposed to be a responsible party, but who seems a bit screwy somewhere to us. Freddie bet with this lunatic $2.00 on the first game and the bet was to ride through the season, increasing on each game by arithmetical progression. Even at the time when it mattered we had difficulty doing anything with those progressions, but Spider, who evidently reads them like a book, says that you can see at a glance that had the team gone through the season undefeated Freddie would have won $2,048. We'll have to take his word for it, not that it matters much now, although Freddie got quite a run for his money.
Chuck Eaton stopped us on the street the other day, and like the Ancient Mariner opened up with a story. The gist of it was that his behavior the night before the Harvard game had been lamentable, but entirely justified by the circumstances surrounding the event and why. To these observing old eyes Chuck had been as inconspicuous as any one we know. In fact we were about to ask him why he didn't show up. All of which goes to show what a handicap a conscience is on any such occasion. Chuck and Mrs. Eaton managed to arrange a business trip up into New Hampshire just in time to spend the week-end at Walt Record's and take in the William and Mary game, and they had a swell time.
Incidental notes. Bill McMahon, chairman of the board of the Proud Poppers Club, has moved himself and all his children, which now number the handsome sum of seven, to New Rochelle. George Bingham is getting up a sweat regularly at the Coolidge Hill Badminton Club, where grasping the tool in the left hand he leaps about madly swinging in all directions, considerably to the intimidation of partners and spectators alike. We know, we have played with him.
The whole class will be grieved to learn that Hap Phillips died on November 13. Everyone who knew Hap liked him tremendously, and although he was sick for a great many years he never lost his interest in the class affairs. The greatest sprinter in our class, one of the greatest in his day, he was yet always full of helpful suggestions for us duffers, and we have thought a great many times through the years of the sympathetic encouragement he gave us and how much it meant. Bob Roland has very kindly sent an obituary notice, which will appear in the necrology department. His widow, Dorothy, has sent us a very thoughtful note expressing her appreciation and thanks for the flowers which were sent by the class.
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