Class of 1919
As every good reporter knows, there are times when there is no news at all, other times when there is a general run of news, and still other times when there is news of such importance that you can hardly stand it and can't figure out any thing to do which seems to be vital enough to cover the situation. This seems to be one of those situations. It is indeed something to announce that the Dr. Rices of South Deerfield, after nine years of married bliss, if we may quote the medico, have a son born on August 20, namely, Kenneth Harrison Rice Jr. We hereby enroll him in the Proud Poppers Club, which is becoming more and more of an event.
As if this were not enough, "Squeaksfrom the Golden Gate," that sheet of the California Association which is so ably edited by one Abe Winslow '2O, mentions two 'lgers in one breath. First, Bill Cun- ningham is given the first prize for the best account of the Yale-Dartmouth unpleasant- ness of last fall. Second, John McCrillis is mentioned for his excellent ski pictures which he made in conjunction with Otto Schniebs, who if less of a photographer is at least also a good skier. Then there was also the article in last Sunday's Herald which announced that Bill Eddy, an honorary member of our class, had been chosen as president of Hobart. As Max wrote me, the whole community in Hanover will miss him, as will the whole class, but it is a fine thing for Bill, and we all wish him luck and happiness.
All of which seemed to be news of no little importance until the news of the century broke. As an undergraduate we were not a member of that self important body known as the DOG'S. In fact we were one of the leaders of the scoffing group who muttered on all occasions and with the utmost disdain, "Lest the Old Traditions Fail." But now, somehow, as we see one of our grandest and oldest traditions about to collapse, we find ourselves in sympathy with their objectives.
The class of 1919 has perhaps not been overburdened with distinction. Other classes have gained greater renown in many fields. Still we took no little pride in the few honors we did hold. And foremost among them was that of having in our number one of the most eligible and certainly the oldest living bachelor of Dartmouth College. He seemed to take pride in his work—to be honest and sincere in his efforts to hold this great honor for our class. His shining bald head moved through groups of the most charming young things and their scheming mammas, undismayed and unattainable.
You have probably guessed—Louis Monro. But he has let us down finally, and our only consolation is that our loss is distinctly his gain. The Saturday after Christmas Louie and Harriet Sheppard announced their engagement to be married, as Mun says, although he probably hasn't anything to say about it, as soon as possible. It probably isn't good taste to mention it at this time, but we would like to announce to the boys as a whole that they are going to find Harriet a great addition to the class.
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