Class of 1904
A "Happy New Year" note from Dan Norton brings appreciation for the holiday greetings received from many of the class. Dan is living at 310 Spring Court, Clear Water, Florida, to get the beneficial effects of southern sunshine. Let's give him plenty of Dartmouth and New England news.
Here he is in Hanover—Jig—Alumni Council member—vice president Illinois Chamber of Commerce, intimately in touch with big business in Chicago. He doesn't look like one of the barnstorming group of football players who went to Keene for a Thanksgiving Day game, in 1900. Managed by good old Warner '01 Crowell, promoted by Nat '06, and Jim '03 Batchelder, and advertised by Jig it was a fine Peerade.
By the way, it is news that the Waterville Valley and Jig's town, Chicago, are the only ones in the country operating on Daylight time throughout the year.
Keen as usual in his diagnosis of puzzling problems, Robbie has learned that Pen Mowers' serious difficulty with his eyes was caused by a severe bump on the head which occurred up in the second story zone which is out of reach of most of us. Robbie, perhaps with an eye to self-protection, suggests a leg shortening operation or as an alternative, to wear steel lined football headgear night and day. Perhaps the next time you see Robbie and Pen they will be the requisite number of hands high to make good horses.
A characteristic letter from one classmate to another says:
"Went to Yale game and got the thrillI've waited for—I can now die happy. Alsoicent to Princeton game and got a hell of acold—am now excellent. Sunday forgot tobuy a dinner so went fishing through the iceand got a nice string of pickerel. They werekicking in the frying pan by six and I wentto bed dry—full—warm and happy ."—SOME PICKEREL—"We've been rather busy tryingto keep customers on the right side of themarket with indifferent success—what withEuropean news—crack down on silver—selling for tax losses, etc., there is no way ofguessing correctly these days. Come up andenjoy the winter sports—we have no snow,but plenty of ice." What kind of skates do you serve with the ice, Beck?
Jimmie and Mrs. Brotherhood suffered the loss of their fifteen-year-old son, Jimmie Jr., in September. Beck and Robbie relayed this information and with it this letter from Jim.
"Dear Robbie": "It was just like you towrite the fine little note I received thismorning. Our dear little fellow was takenfrom us i?i September just at the timewhen we were closing up the cottage for thesummer and planning on coming back tothe city. He had developed finely and gaveso much promise; I had great hopes of having him in Hanover within a few years.Even after thirty years of medicine, and witnessing many tragic events, Life and Deathstill remains a mystery. The memory of ahappy boy's life, given to us, helps us 'carryon.' "—There are many occasions when distance is a great disadvantage. How much better if we could show the Brotherhood by the neighborliness, characteristic of New England, the interest, friendly sympathy, and companionship we wish to share with them in their loss. Jimmie's address is Metz Building, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Here's big news from the west gleaned from a letter to President Hopkins from Harry B. Shank Morse:
"Bill Sabin has just been made generalmanager of the Verde Copper Mine. I believe it is the largest copper mine in thecountry. It formerly was owned by Clarkeof Montana but lately has been bought byPhelps Dodge."
It's good to hear this news of Bill—genial comrade of our early years at Dartmouth. I wonder if Bill and Harry recall a freshman party we had in the Vale of Tempe with Jack Belknap, Jim Elderkin, Steve Brodie Dondero, Bucky Benner, Bob Brown, and sundry others—how it rained and yet nobody got wet.
Secretary, Waterville Valley, Waterville, N. H.
