Class of 1933
Because of the late arrival of last month's issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, the creative fires have not been stirred up in the bosoms of your classmates in time to permit the presentation to you of any up-to-the-minute information. Therefore, I am compelled to dig down in my dusty files and bring to light a few items which I received too tardily for insertion in the June issue.
From Al Swan on July 1 came the following: "The postman here at Forest Hillswants to know whether I own Dartmouth,because his back has been bending withsuccessive loads of Alumni Fund reminders.I assured him that I would ease his burdenby sending a check to Hanover, which Idid. (Hurrah! Hurrah! Ed. note.) .... By the way, did you ever hear of CornellLaw School? By reading 'the mag' it became apparent that Harvard and Yale werevery much in the scheme of things, butthree of the faithful have been strugglingalong far above Cayuga's waters with nevera word to cheer us on—namely Hank Smith,Elliot Blakesly, and myself.
"We all managed to pull through. Hankand I came down for Prof. Medina's inspection. (A noted bar exam, cram course). I guess Elly didn't need any, having recently become engaged.
"Just took the bar and now the job huntstarts."
To the charming Ithacan law school, our deepest apologies for our neglect. To Al, happy job hunting!
The following excerpts are culled from a fine long letter from Dave Flynn, once famous band leader. The letter was written last May on the stationery of the Hotel De Soto, Savannah, Ga. (J. B. Pound, President).
"I've run into Dick Graves, shuttling between the Dartmouth Club and the American Moto—Homes, Inc., which is also in the Grand Central area. They market the new collapsible homes which will eventually replace the old homestead. Frank Hardy was also in that vicinity one day. He is working with the N. Y. branch of his southern firm for the time being.
"The last that I heard of Bud Madden was of his junior engineership with the Chrysler Company's air conditioning division. Bud, Fran Hoge, and I were Thirty-three's representatives in Walt Chrysler's enterprise during its early stages.
"I've lunched with Al Gemberling—married and doing nobly with Sherwin-Williams paints—and his erstwhile sidekick and best man Fred Birmingham, who is sunning in his late success with Esquire. Joe Celano (personal secretary to a broker) joined us once or twice.
"In and around Westchester, I've seen Hank Dericks (America Radiator Co.), Gay Milins, an energetic liquor salesman, and Harve Wheelock, of the advertising staff of the Scripps-Howard newspapers.
"This is written in the Sunny South, where business, not retirement, has taken me. Since the first of the year, I've been doing research work in Newell-Emmett Co., an advertising agency.
"Incidentally, I talked with Jack Loose in a restaurant in Jacksonville, Fla. He was stopping there en route to Miami for a vacation and had just come through some Georgia flood."
Dave closes with the shy admission that every once in a while he gets a "sneakingdesire to lead a band again." We trust that this anti-social urge will be properly repressed.
Under the head "Newton Girl WedsDartmouth Man," the following appeared in the Boston Advertiser of September 27.
"The marriage of Miss Mary ElizabethGeorge, daughter of Mrs. Harry AllanGeorge of Newton Center, to AldenSpeare, took place last evening at the homeof the bride's uncle in Montvale Road,Newton Center."
Miss George, it appeared, was a graduate of Boston University and a member of Kappa Kappa Gamma; Mr. Speare, a graduate of Dartmouth College and a member of Phi Kappa Sigma.
It is also worthy of note that Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Frederick Lamb have had the pleasant duty of announcing the marriage of their daughter Beatrice Elizabeth to Mr. Ernest Stillman Davis Jr. on Saturday, the seventeenth of October, in the First Baptist church, New Britain, Conn.
The following accompanied a contribution to the Alumni Fund from John Reed last June:
"After three years in the Graduate Schoolof Duke University, with no potentiallygreat source of income, I am anxiouslyawaiting some permanent employment in1936 or '37.
"While on a Cramer fellowship from thecollege last year, I completed my Ph.D. andreceived same about two weeks ago, beingcoincidentally elected to Phi Beta Kappa.Now all I need is one vacancy somewhereand I may qualify as a professor of biology.
"I was married in December, 1934, toMiss Mildred Stites, daughter of Dr. andMrs. F. M. Stites of Hopkinsville, Ky., suh!"
Don Doherty is now "located in Providence as the Ediphone promotional salesmanager for the Rhode Island territory." He is stirring up plans for another '33 Reunion here in Boston.
Tomorrow after a brief look-in at a few classes, I shall be off to Hanover, a choice ticket clasped firmly in my hand, to be present at the much publicised clash between the Big Green and the Purple Crusaders from factory-girt Mt. St. James.
Secretary, Divinity Hall, Cambridge, Mass.
