Class of 1935
Morose and forlorn, voteless in a strange land, I sit waiting for the short-wave election returns to come in. Why I can't wait for my "Times" to be dutifully deposited on my doorstep in the morning, I don't know. I must have succumbed to the bombastic perorations or the oleaginous euphemisms of one side or the other and want to hear right away; or maybe I had a bet Feeling capitalistic, the back issues of "Yachting" give solace. I note on page seven of the August number that Dr. Halsey B. Loder's four cylinder Scripps is giving satisfactory service in his 42' yawl. Halsey Jr. is presumably doing the same at Harvard Law. Fritz Hormel has just been awarded one of the Sear's Law Prizes there. The "New York Times" has that news. But here's a letter from Fritz himself written before the exams:
"For somehow I can't get ecstatic overpoints in torts There is a day ofreckoning coming—and I have just fourweeks left in which to get all my subjectsleartied .... then the axe and I canstart job hunting."
Here's another letter from Fritz who is still wandering in "that impenetrablewilderness called the Law Library stacks."
"I certainly am glad I had Outing Clubtraining at Hanover. The only difficulty isthat my compass doesn't work very wellwith all the metal in the book stacks. Theother night providentially the night watchman found me weak and about exhausted. ... he had gotten off his course andventured in but with presence of mindleaving bits of his clothes on the path. Ihave a system now: I get hold of a verynice gentleman who has worked there forforty years.
"I saw Riv Jordan around the libraryyesterday. He had just come from theHarvard-Amherst game looking for a bookon Contingent Remainders, I believe,something to do with Future Interests anyway, which is one of the most complicatedparts of the law in case you are not familiarwith the terms. The book turned out to bethree volumes. Just a light bit of Sundayreading for Riv who regrets the lack of intellectual impact in the Law School andhas been compelled to take third year instead of second year property to find meatfor thought."
Some of the erstwhile heelers on the Dartmouth remember that intellectual impact pretty well!
Harry Ferries, married now, is in Boston with the Liberty Mutual Insurance Co. He's a sort of "walking check book" (spelled claims adjuster), has been with the company over a year now, and expects "to be on the Board of Directors in a weekor two."
"Purely by coincidence, Joe Fellows andHarry Harlor are with the same firm in thesame capacity. It might sound like collusion in the case of the latter, but a logicalexamination of the facts would easily tendto disprove it. Four years of Harlor's facein all the ugliriess which only the 7 A.M.low ebb of masculine beauty can produce .... !" The low ebb now takes place in Springfield, but is doing well.
Jack Blanchard apparently showed up at the Phi Delt house some time ago and regaled the boys with the meaning of his new masterpiece. (He's writing a book.) "After a solid evening, with some of thenew day thrown in, his attentive listenershad not the slightest idea what it was allabout." NB. Jack: Didn't it even have a last chapter?
A huge Kraft cheese truck shouted at Harry the other day on Beacon Street and "closer scrutiny revealed that Bob Carrwas in the proverbial driver's seat. A fewdays later I bumped into Phil Scully in anelevator on Milk Street, and he confirmedmy suspicions about Carr." Now there seems to be some rumor that he is boring holes in the cheese. The last I heard about another Bostonite, John Gregory, was from a girl who is studying something or other here in Cambridge. Her name is Louisa, John, and she remembers you. Greg is with Lever Bros, in Boston, measuring the height of Lux in the boxes as I remember. Ah-me, these women! Who ever heard of a man using Lux? Ferries complains of the slipping of the class into the toils of matrimony. "Where is that Dartmouth virility?I may be a softie, but I love it." (He means her, of course.)
Bill Davidson's honeymoon was not so very long ago, and Frank Elliott, who is studying medicine in Chicago I think, had a June wedding. Norrie Nims was married in July to Miss Barbara Wood of Peterborough, N. H.; Henry Muller and Harriet Kerschner in Plainfield, N. J., in May; Ernie Hedler and Pauline Boyer in Elkton, Md., in September. (The masculine preposition is, of course, all wrong. The outraged wives will, I hope, forgive me.)
Dave Smith was married to Eleanor Leavens a few days after his finals in the Stanford Business School last summer and the new Smith family tried the trail of the Fitzhughs through England and Scandinavia, flying to Holland and Belgium, and eventually arriving at Quebec in time to pay a visit to Hanover with Dick Hurd. Dave says:
"Even in this short time we have beenout of college I noticed many changes inthe place. Aside from the bigger and betterbar at the Deke house, the most notablechange was the interior of DartmouthHall. I couldn't get over the little sandfilled clay pots placed around the buildingfor cigarettes. It gave me a very sad feelingto be there at Registration time and yetrealize that I wasn't going back. FromHanover we drove to Boston and thence toCalifornia. I still have another year at theBusiness School. Eleanor and I have a verynice little cottage just off the campus."
Dave Gallagher, who is back in Oxford gr-rinding away after a grand summer playing nursemaid to future beefsteaks in Wyoming, reports that Bowman Kreer's bachelor dinner was all that could have been desired.
"He was married on September 18 to'Billie' Anderson of ye old Winnetkaluffly (!) girl!!! Several Dartmouthites werethere, including Bob Sellmer, Dick McKnight, Bill Mann, and Bill Walrath ofour class."
This matrimonial news apparently goes on and oh. You'll have to put tip with it this month. Jack Gilchrist writes on the elegant but—scandalous reflection on the fall of Big Business printed letter-head of the Carnegie-Illinois Steel Corporation:
"Bill Crouse, phantom mermaid ofclass, married one Beatrice Johnson, lateof Smith, in Cleveland, or rather ShakerHeights, on the 29th of August. Verycharming ceremony attended by JackSteffens, Bill Hawgood, and myself asrepresentatives of class and Dartmouth.After a honeymoon at Stony Lake, On-tario, they are residing at 27 Webb, Detroit. Bill is still with the H. A. Mac DonaldDairy Co., up there."
Gilly himself, having forsaken the wood business when the hot weather came on, started out as a laborer, moving later into an office where he interviewed the hundreds of men applying for work. He says:
"It has been very interesting, and Iparticularly enjoyed working as a laborerin the steel mill. Am leaving here, temporarily, to return to Cleveland to enterWestern Reserve University's School ofLaic. Am planning to return here nextsummer and possibly the one following tocontinue acquiring contact ' with andknowledge of the laboring conditions. Planon specializing in Industrial Relations, andparticularly upon the legal side of that field.
"This Carnegie Club is very much likethe old Deke house, but more " Nuff said!
One apology and I turn the column over to an anomalous—and anonymous—correspondent: The appeal for Visitor's month which George handled so well probably reached most of you too late for you to send anything in to him. Don't let that stop you now, but I'll give you more notice next year.
This comes with the cryptic heading: "At THE TAVERN—First day in Aprilevery year—Ist day of April = April Fool'sDay; the day after to recuperate." Postmarked Boston Oct. 14. I accept no responsibility for the contents!
"Odds Bodkins! 'Phil Scully is an Insurance Agent for an insurance company in Boston.' If Phil's an agent then I'm President. We understand Phil will soon be made Director of Cities Service Co.—directing the flow of gas from pump to tank 'Dead-eye Dick' Scully. He's a sensation at the Owl Assoc. meetings in Employer's Liability—last seen in Scollay Square trying to light a cigarette from a cop's red nose. Going into a good job, really. "For your information—Art Somers is managing a real estate business in Lynn, Mass. 'News while it is news'—'hot off the press'—he's soon to become a benedict-Miss Thelma Jones of West Medford, Mass., is the lucky girl. "Dick Montgomery is supposed to have the class baby in his possession. We can't find the baby—let alone Dick. Not even his parents know where he is." [Ask our stooge Marty Dwyer who spilled news from that AWFUL Barcella man that Dick's baby was hopefully awaited the first week of May.—W. F.]
"Johnnie Williams is whooping up the success ladder at the Utica Mutual Insurance Co.—two promotions since last January. Nice work, keeeed!
"Jim Aieta is still trying to sell insurance to every guy he meets on the street—and he meets every one of us. What a life!
"Ray Moulton is to start as state manager for a large insurance company [Thank heaven I'm in England!] in Maine next week. Rumor hath it that the Moultons are heir-minded.
"George Chamberlain (it looked like ululated but it turns out to be) celebrated his promotion down at the National Shawmut Bank Banquet, and oh Boy, oh Boy!" Continued in our next ....
Secretary, Trinity College, Cambridge, England
