Class of 1918
Thomas (Vegetable) Groves, the Centerville, Mass., man of letters, promised to write the column for this month. But evidently Tom is still bewildered by the lights 0' Broadway—he's supposed to be seeking some sort of degree at Columbiafor we haven't had a peep out of him. So we'll have to plug along, even though the file 0' news resembles Mother Hubbard's well-known cupboard.
The sympathy of the class is extended Paul (Sol) Bloom of Akron, Ohio, whose wife Madeline passed away the night of December eleventh. Mrs. Bloom was known to quite a number of Eighteeners and their wives, and we all will miss her tremendously.
Note where some of the reunioning classes put on movies or slides showing pictures of the good old days. Wonder if our camera hounds can't cooperate on some such stunt for our twentieth? Looking through the files of The Dartmouth of twenty years ago we discover that the class boasted quite a few active photographers whose work regularly featured exhibits of the Camera Club. So we pass this idea along to: Fred Cassebeer, Ru Hesse, W. S. Ross, H. W. MacBean, A. B. Street, and W. B. Wright.
Just about twenty years ago, as you read this column, the Big Green gym team was going great guns. Remember when Duke Dusossoit was perfection personified on the flying rings, the parallel bars, and the horizontal bar? (Chance for a crack about bars there, at that!) And when Hubie Mc- Donough did club-swinging like nobody's business and was no mean shakes on the parallel bars?
Twenty years ago Jerry Geran was scoring goals for the varsity hockey team with reckless abandon. And the Winter Carnival of our sophomore year—recall it? Well, the Hulbert boys, Amos Blandin, L. D. Pelton, C. P. Frost, and Stan Jones certainly upheld the honors of the class in that intercollegiate ski and snowshoe meet! Wonder how Stan would feel on skis or snowshoes today? .... Then there was interclass basketball—gosh, what rough and tumble battles those were! Howard, Hutchinson, Christgau, LaFevre, Rau, Salisbury, Valentine, White, Aishton—the very names bring back memories of glorious nights at the old gym.
Had a piece of advertising the other day from NBC regarding a Sinclair oil broadcast that broke all records for consumer response. Pass the orchids along to Syl Morey, advertising manager of Sinclair. .... Watch the columns of this magazine for announcement of the informal summer reunion idea. And if it goes over big, as it will, give credit to Clarence Opper, popper of the thought. Speaking of reunions, it's none too early to make your plans for June, 1938. And speaking of Earley—the reason you haven't heard from your treasurer lately is because he's been conventioning with the insurance big-wigs. But he'd still appreciate receiving your 13.50 dues, if you haven't crashed through since the plea went out last fall.
C. F. (Chuck) Palmer has just been reelected a member of the board of directors of the Atlanta (Ga.) Chamber of Commerce Frank Clahane is getting his ducks in a row for the coming Alumni Fund campaign. About time we all pitched in and helped Frank trim the tar out of those obstreperous Nineteeners Howard (Jake) Cann's N. Y. U. basketball team is one of the best in the country
No Eighteeners have passed through Atlanta in months. Or if they have, they haven't given your Secretary a ring. Can it be that we've lost our appeal with the demise of corn licker?
As we said, the cupboard is bare. If there is to be a March class column, there'll have to be some cooperation. From Tom Groves, Ed Felt, Stan Jones, George Stoddard, Jake Bingham, Hal Doty—and the rest of the boys who are able to wield a mighty pen.
Secretary, 811 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
