Class of 1919
Another football season is well along, and Earl Blaik goes right along building the kind of football teams Dartmouth men like to watch. Since we last went to press, they have done in Harvard with little enough trouble, taken Yale for the second year running with more trouble, mostly from the officials, than you would want to meet in a couple of years, and knocked off Columbia in spite of a couple of bad breaks that might have lost two or three football games. Our Boston gang enjoyed a couple of good parties in connection with the Harvard game, thanks to the fine work of Rock Hayes, Spen Dodd, and Phil Bird. The night-before-the-game dinner at the University Club when it finally got under way produced about twenty-six of the tried and true. It looked for a while as if we would have to move the party to the Parker House, where about half the class had bumped into each other by accident, but finally the gang was started and yellowtaxied across the city just in the nick of time.
Those at the University Club included:
Louie Munro, Bill White, Spen Dodd, Bob Roland, Art Havlin, Chuck Eaton, Rock Hayes, Bill McCarter, who was very busy explaining things about tickets, Googins, who was selling trailers right and left, Herb Fleming, Martin, San Treat, and Tom Bresnahan all up from New York, Jim Davis, Phil Bird, Jack McCrillis down from Newport, Ray Adams from Springfield, Vt., StafE Hudson on from Detroit, who insisted on singing close harmony with Proctor and two other guys who couldn't sing, Jock Murray, Gale, and Frank Strout down from Farley-resisting Maine, and George Bingham just back from honeymooning all over Europe. Bill Cunningham came in first over the radio and later in person accompanied by Harry Ellinger. The crowd was particularly glad to see Bill, for he generally is unable to work in this gathering due to the press of business.
The next noon the crowd met at the Cock Horse on Brattle St. and had them- selves a copious buffet luncheon before dashing off to the Stadium. Present were Mr. and Mrs. Gale, Chipman, Munro and his sister and young nephew, Thatcher, also with the Munro party, McCrillis, Googins, Dodd, Davis attached to whom were the Corts, Hayes, George Clarke '17, Bird, White, O'Neill with friends, Fleming, and Staf Hudson and Spider Martin. After the game the management reported to us that another couple showed up after .everybody had gone .... tall man with a moustache .... we are still wondering whether this was George Bingham, Tom Bresnahan, or just some stray '14er who couldn't find any place to eat.
To continue with a little more of the dirt from our letters. Tom Reilly in a very entertaining tidbit takes the point of view that we are doing it all with mirrors . . . .
haven't really been sick at all, but are just trying to get a few extra strokes handicap from the Hayes-Bird, and Reilly brothers golf teams. We wish it were so, though we hasten to point out that we don't for one moment think we need any strokes and stand ready to prove it come the first robin. Cotty wrote early in September with the first word of football practice, expressing the hope that the Davises would soon come up to the Inn, for he felt sure we would like the Sayres, who are now steering the place. He didn't realize that the Davises were long established rooters for the Sayres, who had for several years made the Ravine Cabin one of their favorite places. However, we went up to the Inn for three days and the Brown game, and we can only say, just go and see what the Sayres have done. . . . . Both you and your wife will want to scurry back as soon as you can get there.
Secretary, 27 Coolidge Hill RcL, Cambridge, Mass.
