Class of 1908
About Christmas time this department sent out 35 post cards to the brethren, begging for news. There was nothing on hand. A few of the boys came through, making continuation of this feature of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE possible.
The New York Herald Tribune of December 15, 1935, said: "Mrs. W. Cleaveland Foote of Brookline, Mass., has announced the engagement of her elderdaughter, Miss Barbara Foote, to Mr. Samuel Fales, son of Mr. Haliburton Fales andMrs. Dexter Fales, both of New York. MissFoote attended the Friends School in NewBedford, Mass., and Miss Wheelock's Schoolin Boston. Mr. Fales attended St. Mark'sSchool and the Adirondack-Florida Schooland is a member of the Union Club."
Mrs. Albert R. Chandler, wife of our classmate, died in the White Cross Hospital, Columbus, 0., on December 14, 1935, victim of a heart ailment. She had been ill since Thanksgiving. Thus the holiday time of one of our number was saddened in a manner which serves to emphasize the ineptness of words.
Members of the class of 1908, Dartmouth College, will, possibly, note with interest a recent dispatch from Cambridge, Mass., which said the class of 1908 of Harvard University plans to build a permanent fence about the Harvard yard and a large memorial gate in honor of the late President Eliot. The fence will be a gift from 1908 (Harvard) to the university in connection with the Harvard tercentenary this year. Of the 770 feet of fence to be presented, 320 will be of decorative iron.
Sumner Crosby was recently named as a member of a committee charged with the responsibility of investigating the practice of law on Cape Cod. The same packet of intelligence relating to Sumner, which he did not send in, informs us he "was highgun at the weekly shoot of the FalmouthGun Club." Sumner is vice president of the Barnstable County Bar Association.
The January 11, 1936, issue of Collier's, which included the amazing article "Ski High" by Bill Cunningham, Dartmouth 'l9,doubtless filled many an '08 man with wonder. But did any of you get the full import, on page 49, of the reference to "Mr. Gould," the Newport, N. H., hotel keeper. Well, sirs, that "Mr. Gould," unless the bifocals of our brain are gummed to the consistency of fly-paper, is none other than the Bobby Gould of the old days, that little feller who peddled pies in the dormitories, a campus character of high regard when 1908 was young.
Old John Hinman, the Beaver Hall denizen of Montreal, saw the William and Mary football game, the Cornell game, and the Princeton game. At the Cornell holocaust he encountered Major Rotch and Paul Vaitses. At the William and Mary limbering-up exercises Tat Tatterson was in the foreground. Rosie bumped into Perkins at Princeton. John's son Howard, is in Panama City, Fla., working for the Southern Kraft Corporation, while Edward is in the Harvard business school. Crawford is a junior on Hanover Plain. Both Howard and Eddie are recent Dartmouth graduates. Exceptional, perhaps, for the fact each has something to do.
Mort Hull, whose interpretation of the Christmas spirit as reflected by a Holyoke beer baron is reproduced with this installment of class notes, has a freshman nephew in Hanover, one Henry Bagg. As a result, Mort expects to resume his active Dartmouth contacts for another four years. Classmate Hull saw the Norwich, Harvard, Yale, Cornell, and Princeton games in person, thereby closely approaching the familiarity one Earl Blaik is credited with having with the men in the green jerseys with white stripes. Mort expected to take one or two week-ends at Dartmouth-at-Moosilauke in order to retain his "girlish figger."
Christmas in Batavia was marked by a trip to the nearby Tonawanda Indian Reservation to deliver a load of Christmas presents. And where, of all places, do you think the remembrances were deposited? At the home of none other than Mr. and Mrs. Hanover Spring!!
George A. Easton, long lost to these news and notes, is now living at No. 25 Gown St Forest Hills, L. I.
If you can translate the following, it may prove to be to your interest: "The Securitiesand Exchange Commission announced onDec. 23 that Scottish Plan Associates ofGreenwich, Conn., has filed a registrationstatement under the Securities Act of 1933,which covers 200,000 shares of Beneficial Interest. The shares are to be offered at theirnet asset value plus 8%. William S. Wilson,Luke B. Lockwood, and Allan M. Perkins,all of Greenwich, are the trustees."
Will Hays Jr., the son of the Hollywood czar of moviedom, has been harvesting reams of publicity of late for Louis Hopkins' college, Wabash, out in Crawfordsville, Ind. Will Jr. is the college's most popular speaker at the age of twenty. He speaks extemporaneously on experiences in the movie colony. His answers to audience questions are the fire of his entertainment.
Another bit of spot news is this: Mrs. Florence L. Lindgren of New York and New Canaan, Conn., has announced the engagement of her daughter, Miss Ruth Florence Lindgren, to Mr. Alexander Clark of New Canaan. Miss Lindgren attended Goucher College. Mr. Clark, a son of Mr. and Mrs. John A. Clark, of New Canaan, attended St. George's School and is now a student at Dartmouth College."
Larry Tread way's son, Treadway, J. F., is treasurer of the class of 1939, Dartmouth College.
Carry Treadway writes he had "a nice letter" from Bert Thwing of Montreal and had also "received pleasant letters" from Jim Norton, Dick Merrill, Mike Stearns. But Mr. Treadway did not include any of the intelligence from the sources mentioned, except to say Bert Thwing had received the first good contract in four years.
From the Western Front, where all seems quieter and quieter as one approaches the Pacific so far as '08 news is concerned, Ex Marsh pauses to tell us Tat Badger was in Chicago promoting some big engineering project. This checks with recent Associated Press dispatches from Alexandria on the Mediterranean, conveying the information one of Tat's "oil engineers on his way to Irak was killed in the crash of a plane in Alexandria harbor. Ex added he had seen Park Stickney, Howard Hilton, and Bill Knight recently at Dartmouth affairs.
Fred G. Leary is now with the "Wrecking and Fuel Bus.," Portland, Ore., the Alumni Records Office in Hanover informs us. Sounds like an automobile agency!
If you passed through Greenfield, Mass., you would have seen Reginald Woodridge, if you had stopped at No. 185 High St.
Art Lewis scribbles from Boston along the following lines: "John Gushing, Bostonnewspaper publisher, acquired a case ofarthritis at the Yale-Dartmouth game.. . Some of the more ambulatory of theBoston 1908 group attended the BostonCollege-Dartmouth hockey game, and sawthe latter win, 3 to o It was a pleasure this fall, at the games, to see Dick Merrill's boy get into action, and he certainlygave a good account of himself. I think weought to mention this boy, for Dick mustbe very proud Art Anderson isbusy taking turkey checks. He raises about 500 each year at his New Hampshire farm."
In response to our post card appeal to classmates, the Old Reliable Honkem Joyce crashed through with the following classics: "Your timely appeal for a few things forthe kiddies catches me with my guard downand all filled with Christmas cheer—whowouldn't give something with Christmascarols just around the comer? Tell thetruth I have been meaning to send you afew snapshots I've collected as I've joggedaround the New England states in mymuseum piece. If you can use any—fine—if trot, throw them away—l've got the negatives.
"Milford, N. H., Art Rotch on the terraceof his charming hideaway overlooking thevalley and hills beyond, serving me a concoction of spring water, rum, and a dashof lemon that sent me home in that glorioushaze that to me comes all too seldom.
"Rockingham Race Track, Charlie Walker coming away from the mutuelwindow trying to stuff something greenabout the she of a hot-water bottle in hiship pocket. Seems he had been tabbing forweeks a tricky hide ('All Forlorn') andfinally that this was the day. Of course, 'AllForlorn' tow-roped the field home andnever gave Charlie an uneasy moment. Iwill say he gave it to me before the race,but, stubborn as always, I picked a prettiername and watched my torn ticket flutter'away in the evening breeze.
"Springfield, Mass., Tom Morrissey, asever was, spearing me a couple of lambchops at the evening meal. Three lovelydaughters gracing the board and Mrs. Mornssey keeping Tom back of the foul linein his try for baskets.
"Newtonville, Mass., John Cushing mumbling that Guinness's is good for you andtelling me he is going to play golf tomorrow with the man I hope will be our next president—Frank Knox—tab for further action.
"Holyoke, Mass., Mort Hull filling mytrenches at noon with a liberal serving ofscrambled eggs—Mort hurrying a bit for anappointment on the first tee at 2. Me backto the long grind. Oh, hum!
"Springfield, Vt., Quechee Safford and Ibulling a bit over a breakfast cup of Java.Such a good time talking it all over, andthen to the garden, where he showed mehow to make three blue larkspurs growwhere only two grew before. Years ago, hetook as much pride in showing me threequeens where there were but two before.Funny how the world changes but we. stayjust the same!
"Fall River, Mass., Ted Barnes, cottontycoon, taking his country cousin to hisluncheon club, one of those 'bend-from-the-waist' affairs. Good to see Ted again, butwas dying to order a 'scuttle of suds' whichwould have thrown the club into thedithers.
"Haverhill, Mass., Lindy Speare greetingme over a pile of bedspreads and me thinking 'What a headache, this owning a department store.' Bedroom suites to saucepans to diapers, and you mustn't be long onany of them. But Lindy is doing a swelljob. Henry Stone, president of the 'CityFive'—not a. gang—a bank—a solid institution whose seismograph hardly showed atremor during the recent earthquake.
"Waltham, Mass., Art Soule fitting outhis family with my raincoats—good oldArtie—saw his duty and he done it.
"Newtonville, Mass., Bob Rugg appearing on the landing of the stairs in his pyjamas, whisking off a tenty and tossing itdown to me—me making a shoestring catch..Poor Bob, on the raincoat spot, and camethrough nobly. Don't tell me anythingabout Dartmouth Spirit—it's 190 proof inmy book."
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