Class of 1908
Dr. J. A. Detlefsen of Swarthmore, Pa., is an honorary member of the Southeastern Pennsylvania Police Chiefs' Association. He was recently elected such in recognition of his work as director of the Delaware County, Pa., Police School. It was due largely to his planning that the more extensive Police School of Eastern Pennsylvania was formed. Data are being gathered to afford more light on the doc's doings in an early issue.
Announcement of the "A" team for the Dartmouth Carnival ice and snow competition included "Soule" in connection with the downhill event. This, it is believed, is a son of A. T. '08.
Perusal of recent publicity in connection with incomes rated at above $15,000 a year included the following item relating to our Boston publisher-classmate: "John T.Cushing, pres., Boston Record, $24,473."
Jack Everett, after sending in a note to the effect he had no 'OB news whatever, apparently had a change of heart, for in a few days along came this helpful bit: "This noon, I met John Tatterson at Portland—he was quietly observing his fiftiethbirthday or something like that. Tonight Imet Larry Symmes here in Boston. Jan. 13,1936 is apparently just another day withhim. It is a long time since I have seen two1908 men during the same day. So it is abig day for me."
Thorough combing of the New York front yields the following from a classmate: "Douglas Ruxton, thick-chested and shortspoken, albeit portlier around the waistthan in his sprinting days, stopped for alook at New York, driving through fromSpringfield, Mass., to New Orleans in searchof sunshine and relaxation. Rux reportsAdams & Ruxton doing their share of theold commonwealth's contracting despitethe New Deal, and is toying with the idea ofpolishing up his rusty Spanish by motoringto Mexico City. His status as a bachelor remains unchanged.
"D. Fro.thingham is back at his regularinvestment brokerage work with Rutter &Co. in New York, after spending most of1935 in Washington on loan to Uncle Sam'sIndustrial Advisory Board, as industrialmember of the Compliance Council. Henow regards himself as a post-graduate onindustrial rackets, after the Washington experience. He signs himself 'lieutenant commander U. S. N. R.,' on occasion, by virtueof having been lured back to the Navy byhis shipmates of war days."
After hitting a new all-time low in the matter of response to emergency calls for news, the idea of quantity for this column must be sidetracked with a view of endeavoring to send in a bit of quality monthly, no matter how small. Quality, precious attribute only second to quantity, oozes from the following, which comes by way of Art Lewis in Boston from the always-intriguing General Knox of Brazil:
"Many thanks for your two letters. .Tosay that I enjoyed reading about the account of the Princeton game, with newspaper write-up, would be putting it mildly.Had a bet with a Princeton man, Ken Demarest '2O, lawyer for Electric Bond ifShare. Small bet iosooo, which meansabout sixty cents in your money, but whichis a fair-sized bet amongst the Kings ofHigh Finance here. Needless to say, I lost,but had won 10$000 from Jay Rice, general manager of Pan-Air (Yale), so handedhis ten over to Ken. Needless to say thatenhanced the pleasure of the transactionfor Ken. The boys don't like to see me lose—must do my best to accommodate them.Last night went to the movies and saw a bitof the D-P in the news reel. It sure was interesting, and towards the end saw the manbeing led off the field. Never saw a gamewhere it snowed like it did in that game. Inone play the man when tackled slid aboutten yards.
"Well as to news, along about last MarchLarry -Adler came to Rio. He was making atrip around South America. Had a few concerts to give on the west coast. However, theseason had not started here. That, coupledwith the financial crisis, did not lend itselfto his giving a concert here in Rio. Thosethings have to be worked up in advance,and amongst the many things I am not is afirst class impresario. Larry stayed with meat my house for about ten days, and we hada quiet, pleasant time. Saw him en routeto B. A. on the boat; he tried to have mejoin him in Panama some two months later.He was planning a trip to Tahiti to studythe music of the people there and wouldfain have me accompany him. However, Iwould not have had, anything like musicto study there, would I, Art, and some wayor other, I couldn't just go on a pleasuretrip—no railway cars to be sold there, socouldn't work it as business. Have just received a note from Larry saying he is backin New York. You boys should get hold ofhim and have him give you the lowdown onthe island.
"Have met one other Dartmouth man inBrazil, Ken Murray '27, a lawyer. Theyounger generation at Dartmouth is wiserand does not appear to care for foreignwork.
"Am desirous of visiting the States thissummer, but don't know whether thepowers that control my working hours willlisten to reason. Am trying to think ofsome suitable excuse, outside of the factthat I am tired, etc. Have always held twoin reserve, as a last resort, either matrimony or breach of promise. Either one includes a second party, which, up to date, Ihave been unable to arrange. Never mind.Perhaps I can get up there just the same." 'GENERAL.' "
In accordance with custom, the 1908 representative visited the Batavia depot to see the Chicago-Hanover special train bearing undergraduates pass through early in January. Four got aboard, an instructor, two juniors, and a freshman. A trainman, spotting the narrator as a possible traveler, raised a blocking hand.
"This is a college special. You can't get on here!"
"What college?" was the lame rejoinder. "DartMOUTH," with accent on the mouth, was the retort.
That was enough. The public simply will not learn.
Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop A. Griffin of Upper Montclair, N. J., recently announced the engagement of their daughter, Miss Michelin C. Griffin, to H. Bennet Whipple, son of Earl B. Whipple of Springfield, Vt., and the late Mrs. Whipple. Miss Griffin was graduated from the Montclair High School and attended the Newark School of Fine and Industrial Art. Mr. Whipple was graduated from the Springfield High School, passed a year at the University of Vermont, and then entered the United States Military Academy at West Point, from which he will graduate in June. The wedding will take place after his graduation.
Classmate Griffin, who is an assistant vice president of the American Telephone & Telegraph Co., spends much of his time, in and out of season at his country place at Orleans, Cape Cod, where farm problems and a leaning toward country newspaper work occupy much of his spare thinking.
A note regarding Clarence Clayes Talcott, reported in the class records as "inactive" and "address unknown," has forth the following rejoinder: "Asto classmate Talcott, the venerable (Runt)Martin's memory has slipped a little. I remember no one of that name, and he certainly wasn't an Alpha Delt. The fraternitycatalogue bears me out. There was a Talcott in the 1846 delegation at Yale arid oneat Williams in 1865, but no one of thatname ever graced the Dartmouth chapter."
Note:—Talcott, C. C., spent his freshman and sophomore years at Dartmouth.
Ye olde reliable Winke Fiske writes as follows: "Your appeal merits some response, no matter how feeble. I can onlyoffer one item that could be of interestand if you've heard this one, stop me. Yoursagacious classmate exhibited his usual discrimination by carefully avoiding the Yalegame in favor of driving the wife over toPrinceton. As you may or may not know,this involves crossing the Allegheny mountains, not Alleghany, you Easterners, butzuhat's a little ice and fog to a loyal OldGrad? Well, I guess you know the rest. Justto give you a rough idea, some time afterthe game started, the big guy shoving mein the next seat turned around in my direction, and I somehow pivoted my congealedcarcass toward him, and, after considerablescrutiny at a distance of approximately sixinches, I recognized the B. G., as PhilThompson. Also dimly discerned duringNature's kinder moment, if any, I think Iidentified and hereby commend for theirfortitude (or something) the following'oSers: Furman, Hull, Marion, Perkins,Prentice, and Vaitses. There were manyothers, but I'm content to rest on that record. When I wasn't silently assimilating aPrinceton touchdown, I found odd moments to contemplate the mountains allcovered with snow, so the old man didn'tgo up to New York as planned, but hiedhome right after the game and in aboutan hour we ran out of the storm. I'll say itwas a lousy trip.
"Wink."
Editor, Batavia, N. Y.
