Class of 1934
SUBJECT: CLASS BABY. Following close on the heels of the MAGAZINE'S December issue falls an indignant, a hasty postal card from Father Herb Heston. "Regardless of E. R. Moore and his pictures, Istill maintain that Eleanor Heston, born4/11/35, was the first child born of parents married after graduation." A meeting of a quorum of the class officers was held two minutes ago at 30 Fifth Ave., and it was unanimously decided (1) that class babies are always boys; (2) that Hedges ought to know, he being a c.b., vintage of 1911; (3) ergo, Class Baby 1934 is E. R. Moore IV; (4) to extend congratulations, condolence, and all due credit to Brother Heston. Pax vobiscum.
Kindly note the above address, and if you want to help keep the ALUMNI MAGAZINE from going on to its last legs, kindly write into it. There's hardly enough material left in these secretarial files to shake a stick at, if that's what you spend your spare time doing. After all, 30 Fifth Ave. is a much easier address to write a letter to, and if you can't think of my name, make it out either to Dave Hedges, Wes Beatty, Milf Childs, or Bud Fraser. However, the old address will also reach me. This is a plea, and if it isn't answered, your scribe refuses to be responsible for his actions.
The rest of Heston's note, written in a much more servile, satisfactory tone, reads: "Still in the wool business See BobBrown very often, Gordon Watts often,and Klinefelter not so often. I also seeDick Hardt when he isn't calling on Phila.housewives anent their electrical appliances, which is about on a par with theFuller brush chiselers in the eyes of ushard-working husbands Hope tosee some of you New Yorkers at the Princeton hockey game."
A poor old slip of paper, circulated about the Datmouth Club at the last '34 dinner, elicited the following intelligent remarks:
"For .... sake remember Gene Otsenigo's engagement to his childhoodsweetheart, Nina Cuzzi of Mt. Vernon.Married life is the nuts in case you're interested. (signed) Will."
"Mrs. H. B. Kruntz of Hackensack sendsher regards.""Marty: I told you the life story twoweeks ago. J.D."
J. D., Danzig to you, it turns out, had told me the whole tale, and he elaborated a little later at a small luncheon in Steuben's, with a small select group present. Jerry is now in the Press Department of WOR, working with considerable frequency. More than anything else he is an idea man, one who investigates new broadcasting possibilities for sustaining programs. Last week, when he sadly waved goodby and was swallowed up in the Times Square subway, he was on his way to Bellevue to look into the prospects for a human-interest broadcast from that institution's receiving ward. Other assignments include horse shows, conventions, and sundry.
A young hospital administrator, Bill Wilson, was at work in the Rochester library one Saturday afternoon in early November, when of a sudden the tower chimes became a shambles and came through with a vicious clanging of Menof Dartmouth. Such unseeming conduct on the part of the stately Rochester bells could have only one meaning, figured Bill, and he was right. The jinx had gone down to ignoble defeat, and Will decided to celebrate, the novel situation by writing in to the class secretary. Thank God for one bright soul who remembers he had a mother! "Perhaps I can call myself an administrative interne," he says. "I came tothis mighty fine hospital for a chance toapply practically the theories which Istudied at the U. of Chicago last year..... In the Medical School there areabout a half-dozen Dartmouth men. JoeFurst is the only one of our worthy class..... Shortly before leaving Chicago, BobEngelman and self were summoned to thenorth side one evening by a pair of ambassadors of good-will, namely: a pair oftwins, who brought greetings, salutations,and apologies for not having written,from Frank Wardwell, who's now locatedin Grafton, W. Va. The two young ladiestried to pump us about Wardwell's past.Fortunately for Frank, we said not aword."
MOUNTAIN MISCELLANY
Lex Paradis writes from the Lincoln Hotel, White Mountains, whose letterhead reads Semper Paratus. Lex began the hotel trade working as bellhop, then went through the progressive stages as "dishwasher, pot and, pan boy, and then saladman." Now he's a night clerk and finds it real adventure. Also from Lex: "StanAbercrombie and the Mrs. have a new car,a wedding present from her folks. Thisenables Stan to get up to Hanover everyweek-end to visit Maggie and get awayfrom the grind of playing in one of Boston's leading night clubs Early inSeptember Dick Fowle was undecidedwhether he would teach at Tufts, go toHarvard Law, or take a job with a peacemovement Charlie Orvis is doingvery nicely in his recovery at the PittsfordSanitarium, reports say "
Shanghai, China .... October 8, 1935 .... LINC DANIELS: "Early in June Ileft New York with hopes of making acomplete circuit of the globe. I was confronted with the problem of financingmyself as I proceeded, which is not easilydone when one has to resort to pantomineto make known his simplest wishes. I haveprogressed as far as Shanghai, and Siamand India will lure me from China assoon as I feel that I can proceed with amplefunds to secure a roof and victuals whereever I choose to stop.
"Made the trip across the United Stateswith my younger brother in an old Fordhe had picked up in Hanover. We took asouthern route to New Orleans and thenthrough Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona,had a brief glimpse of Mexico at Juarezand again at Agua Caliente. We reachedthe latter before the Mexican governmentclosed the gambling casino and enjoyedphenomenol luck at roulette. The fair atSan Diego we included, of course, beforedriving up the coast to Washington, wherewe spent the month of August with friends.
JUST A RAMBLER
"Late in August I returned to SanFrancisco and caught a freighter to Japan.I put in a very intensive week in the landof the Nipponese before rejoining thefreighter to Shanghai. The Japs are themost warmhearted people I have evermet .... the entire race. They havemade a fine art of the innumerable littlesocial amenities which oil the machineryof day-to-day living. The rapid modernization process has stopped short of the home,where ancient customs still prevail The colorful costumes of Old Japan havenot been discarded for the comparativelydull and uncomfortable dress of our country.
"I felt a good deal safer in wanderingabout Japan than I would have in my owncountry. The Japs bear malice toward noone It is very much of a rarity tosee, an idle Japanese; I would say that thereis no unemployment in the country.
"Shanghai is a miniature Paris transplanted in the Orient. It's a cosmopolitancity filled with frivolous people who weresick with ennui before they arrived andremain so. The streets are narrow, dirty,and noisy. The Chinese have none of thefriendliness of the Japanese, and I shallclear out of here at the first opportunity..... I am aiming for the Olympic gamesin Berlin and should be back in New Yorknext summer .... unless Europe is engulfed in war "
Alas. All that is left to me now is a large letter from Cogswell which I cannot, cannot part with until reinforcements arrive to keep him company in the mail sack.
Secretary, 30 Fifth Ave., New York
