Class of 1918
Only twenty months until the big Twentieth Reunion! Boy, ain't that somethin'— and something else is the fact that only one out of eight in the class returned the "plea for news" postcards sent out during the summer. Maybe you've been meaning to, and the issue of "The Roar" you received, plus this column of comment, will cause you to break down and send in a few lines. Here's hoping. Let's start things off with a few flowers for Frank Clahane and his Alumni Fund class committee. While old Eighteen is still far from being one of the leaders, we have more than doubled our number of contributors since 1934, and have nearly doubled our dollar contribution during that period G. Myron Savage, Milton, Mass., reports that he is keeping up "the Eighteen tradition." Another daughter, Phyllis Ann, born March 3 of this year Dwight Sargent of Hastingson-Hudson, N. Y., declares: "I was in Hanover when the card arrived. Met AmosBlandin at lunch at the Outing Club, andhe looked fit. My boy is due to enter aftertwo more years in high school and it's hardto realize. Enjoyed a couple of weeks ofgolf at Hanover."
Eddie Butts bemoans the fact that he hasn't seen many Eighteeners around the Dartmouth Club of New York this summer. Incidentally, that's a swell place to stay or visit when in the big city. Paul Bloom of Akron says Fat Hardie is going great guns in the. steel business in Cleveland and that Jack Slabaugh sneaked off to the White Mountains in August for a vacation. Of course, Jack didn't get to Hanover. Oh, no.
Ed Booth takes pen in hand thusly: "Iam so fortunate as to be spending thesummer on the cool coast of Maine (Castine, on Penobscot Bay). Working fairlysteadily on a text-book in the publicationof which I am collaborating with a Middle-Western professor. Ten-year-old sonPhilip is in Camp Robin Hood, nearby.If we haven't announced it before, ourheadline news is that we are adopting alittle girl, aged seven, who is giving us allmuch joy as she rounds oxit our familycircle." Ed Booth, as most of you know, is a member of the faculty up at Hanover.
Journeying out to the Coast, we find both George Stoddard and Bill Mudgett writing about Bill Wright and his Nevada ranch. Must be quite a place to visit. First, here's George's comment, mailed from his San Francisco hideout "En route westfrom a business trip to Chicago, I stoppedoff at Deeth, Nevada, for a two days' visitwith Bill Wright on his 400,000-acre cattleranch. Neat place, and Bill is heading forthe crown of cattle king in those parts. Heorganized and is president of the NevadaCattlemen's Association. Had a swell timeriding around on a stream-lined horse andwatching Bill and his cowboys roundingup the critters."
Our Palo Alto pal, Bill Mudgett, has this version to relate: "Now I ask yuh, should a Californian of 17 years' standing acknowledge he went outside of his state to enjoy a vacation of scenic beauty? With the two youngsters safely parked, the wife and I went east to Yellowstone Park. One grand time, with the highlight at 71 Ranch, Deeth, Nevada, where Bill Wright is big boss. Reminisced a little, but not enough to indicate the approach of old age. Whose name should appear on Bill's guest book above ours but that of George Stoddard. Foo bad he had to spoil the sketch which accompanied his name with the notation San Mateo County.' He otter know Santa Clara's the right dope."
And from Portland, Oregon, comes word from Irving Rand: "Still practicing law,working hard, times better but money stillharcl to get. Was defeated as candidate tothe Republican National Convention thisspring by Townsend Plan ticket, so didn'tget East, where I would have had a chanceto see some of the boys." .... Hal Ellis, Chico, Calif., medico says: "Have spent myvacations the past two summers in Carmeland Monterey, and neither time have Ibeen able to catch up with Chet (nowcalled Pete) Conlon, big real estate operator."
Now, by special permission of the copyright owners, we are able to quote from Pert Personal Paragrafs, from the widely read "Orwigsburg Bladder." Please consider \the quotes now beginning. A 1 Zulick had tough luck fishing last Thursday at Lake Wallenpaupack. He missed an 8 lb. bass, four wall-eyed pike, each of which must have measured well over 24 inches, and about 10 good-sized ungquomp. In fact, he didn't get a bite all day. Blames his luck on using little-horned Gustafsons for bait.
Speaking of the Gus, imagine you read in the "Roar" that he is now the big butter and insurance man of San Antonio, Texas.
.... Tom Shirley, Waban, Mass., keeps up the old tradition with still another daughter. "We had a daughter born Friday, July 31," writes Tom, "making ourfourth—three girls and one boy. Spent Mayon the West Coast. Only Eighteener seenwas Markey, holding forth in the BrownDerby at Hollywood."
Stan Jones Gothamites in this vein: "New York's mighty nice in the summer, except for the people who come and say, 'lt's a nice place to visit, but—.' Blimp Morey has gone to Switzerland for five weeks, attending some sort of Steiner School conference. He hoped to get there for 'English Week,' before they slipped over into 'ltalian' or 'German' Week, where even his gas station background wouldn't get him across Steve Mahoney is around, looking mighty handsome with his white hair; how do you do it, Steve? .... Tom Campbell has taken his car and family abroad for the summerhis son Dick is entering Dartmouth this fall. Six feet tall and 195 lbs. on the hoof; the Campbell line is looking up again. And about time. Butcher Pounds went fishing in August and vomited something awful, the old salts say. At his age!"
Speaking of things which must be spoken of—have you sent in your check for class dues—now due all over again? Ernie Earley is the treasurer, his address 16 Court St., Brooklyn, N. Y. First a feast, then a famine, you know. So it won't do to run all the dope on hand in this issue. Don't think you have been passed up. Watch for your name in the November issue (adv.) .... Joe Quincy, Boston medico, took a trailer, tents n' everything, and vacationed in Maine. Sent along a picture of his three daughterswish we could reproduce it here, for they're swell looking kids Goshamighty, doesn't anyone in the class ever have a son? Here's more evidence of the Eighteen tradition: Bill Pepin, Lowell toothman, announces a daughter born last June. But to give Bill due credit, which we can't folks like your secretary and others, he also has a son, Reid, four years old Jake Bingham, whose family have been Squirrel Islanding in Maine all summer, tells about a 1918-1919 party in Boston in June. Cotty Larmon came down from Hanover to make a splendid talk.
States Jake: "Enticed by Prexy Hood'sevents extraordinary were Doc Angell,C. P. A., Peisch, Angell & Cos.; Jake Bingham, Texaco National Credit Card specialist; Clint Carvell, North Andoverparson; Ed Ferguson, West Roxbury's leading real estate entrepreneur; Woody Hulbert, Someruille Y; Louie Huntoon, tubetycoon; Ken Jones, credit work with Edison Light; Geo. Kapff, Arlington highteacher; Al Kendall, selling for Keene SilkFibre Mills; Charlie McCarthy, who hasit on many of us as he sells in several places;Benny Mugridge, Hood Rubber expert;Ed Stanley, bachelor barrister; John Sullivan as advertised; and Leon White, noseand throat specialist."
Special note: make a date: November 20 in New York. The night before the Princeton game. Big Eighteen round-up. The brethren will be coming in from near and far. So far: ten from vicinity of Boston; three from Dixie; two from Chicago—and still the list grows! Bring the madam along, for there'll be a party for the wives and a joint session at one of New York's gayest rendezvous (what's the plural of that word?) Ernie Earley is arranging the details. Class will sit together at the game on Saturday. Plan that business trip for November 20-21 get in on the pre-reunion gathering. Biggest turnout scheduled since freshman picture. Don't miss it; we don't want to miss you.
Our special Hanover correspondent wires us that the following were seen on the senior fence at Hanover during the summer: Geo. Davis of New Rochelle; Chuck Palmer of Atlanta; Amos Blandin Jr. of Concord; Pete Colwell of New Rochelle; Jack Slabaugh of Akron. Add to these: Dwight Sargent, previously chronicled. We know there were others. And as we continue to dig through the postcards we'll let our public in on the news—in the next issue. Right now the problem before the house is to get a sufficient number of you ducks to pay Ernie the class dues and enable the more or less hard working officers to plan a big 1938 reunion and to send you spasmodic copies of "The Roar" together with the bigger and better ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
Secretary, . 811 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
