Class of 1935
"In ways that are strange, and tricks thatare queer, the post of Herr Hitler's peculiar." Now if I were only a letter, like the ones which were forwarded to me in Germany, I'd still be there—and if I could get out of the little pigeon hole in the Hauptpostamt, I'd be able to see the Dartmouth studded Olympics. As a matter of fact, we got out of the country with but twenty pfennigs left. We might be there still .... washing dishes. Anyway, through some mixup the bunch of letters which were forwarded were never delivered and they have not been returned here. I can't answer them and I can't use the news. The obvious solution to the dilemma is for everyone who hasn't written at least twice to write again pronto, and thus foil the machinations of malignant Fascism.
Frank Cornwell sends news. He switches from shoes to telephones and is now with the Southwestern Bell outfit in Fort Smith, Arkansas. Boyd Rogers must be one of these technocrats, stoopnocrats, or whatever they are, since he's still with Frank's old company, the International Shoe Co. in St. Louis. On the other hand Frank says he accepted the new job! He and Harry Deckert went hunting and horse-back riding in the fall. Harry is at Washington Law in University City, Mo.
Not so very far away, in Cincinnati, Charlie Drackett is learning how to keep a cow's tail out of a bucket of milk, how to keep a load of hay on a pitchfork without spilling most of it ... . this is all invention of mine. He may be hunting with hounds or living a life of ease, but the fact remains that he is taking up farming in a big way. M. J. Johnson, Smith College '34, Cantab '36 . . . . friend of yours, Charlie, just arrived, sends her regards. Kalb Black also take notice. Letter from Johnny Jewett who is at the Med School. He says, "Themore I see of this medical business, themore I feel that it is wise to grasp whatfleeting moments of freedom remain Age creeps slowly on! The stethoscope andthe pill box are getting heavier andheavier." He also says that Kalb consumes even more beer than usual and is holding medical school fast by the heels.
Maury Rapf has given up his job in New York and returned to Hollywood; which makes me wonder if, something couldn't be done about the celluloid tripe they dish up as the finest produce of the United States over here.
Another letter from Joe Parachini who wonders if the English accent is "ganging up" on me. I don't know quite what that means, but he excuses, all by saying, "Tome it has always been a delight to hearEnglish spoken with an English accent. Itradiates an air of cultural well-being." OK chaps, you've asked for it! Joe's looking for a land job. His sea one is finished. Down in Panama he met Ed Henriquez, who was due to marry a very charming Miss Levy before long.
Gallagher, Curt Lamorey and I had a real Dartmouth reunion in Harry's Bar in Paris last month. We were trying to think of some of the boys who could have broken the beer record there, which is the unofficial world's record: two liters in 11 seconds. French beer is awful. Maybe you have to drink it that fast to get it down. Lamorey likes Paris so much he doesn't want to go home. He jabbers away like a native. And speaking of accents, Cloise Crane, who's also in Paris, is acquiring a subtle French intonation in his English. We weren't able to find the remainder of the class of '35 in Paris, Don Thorpe, at all, so we can't vouch for his accent.
A letter from Bob Williams who is beaming with parental joy in Billings, Montana:
"To begin with I'm a very very happyand proud father of a husky baby boy,blonde hair, blue eyes, and a hell of apowerful left. He's practically old enoughnow to tell you himself that his greatestambition is to beat the Princeton "Jinx"or someone else's; (Dartmouth wouldn'tseem like the old place at all without ajinx) Robert James Williams, Jr.was born October 4, 1935 and weighedseven pounds. I know the clause reads thatthe class baby must be the first boy born toa couple married after graduation, butnevertheless, I'm entering him in the race.Harriette and I were married January 2 oflast year so the clause "after . . . ." disqualifies him on one count. If a point system could be used, he'd win over thatcount without half trying." And a little later on: "For the interest of those fellowswho are contemplating an early marriage,my advice is to contemplate an early familyalong with everything else: there's nothingin the world so grand as a little fellow likeBobbie."
Hot diggity dog!
The automobile business has claimed Bob and he says he is learning it from the "halfway" point up. His letterhead says Williams Motor Company so he must be just about "halfway!" Bob Ferry stopped off there on his way to Spokane after a non-stop flight to Europe via freighter, all in about six weeks. Loring Siegener is "getting reacquainted" in Waban, Mass. Bob concludes: "I can't give you muchmore news because after all, Bill, I'm as faraway from Hanover as you are."
Bill Short writes from the Southern California Law School. "There at present/' he ;says, "but with the approaching mid-yearsI understand that Lloyds have shifted theodds to 500 to 1."
From the gentleman at the keyhole in Boston comes news that Charlie Sewall is engaged to Miss Mary Webster Butler. Mr. Sewall is a member of the "Pheta" Delta Chi fraternity. Also following Bob Williams' advice is Willie Ogg, engaged to Miss Frances Ware McGarry. By the way Hunt Harrison married Miss Alison B. Dunne of San Francisco, with brother John best man and Rem Ryder ushering.
A letter from Bob Bowman which reads like the first chapters of an interesting line of work. He says:
"Upon my graduation with 'the finestclass which has ever gone out of this col-lege' (hear, hear!) I was caught in a whirlof activity which took me far and wide onthis continent. I hopped an Eastern AirLines plane for Miami, flew from there toYucatan where I spent several days wandering around among the Mayan ruins atChichen-Itza doing a little archaelogy, andfinally flew across to Mexico City to join upwith a University of California expeditionheaded by Carl Sauer. For six weeks wetraveled through the lesser known parts ofcentral and western Mexico, combining astudy of geology with geography andethnography. My special task became thephotographing by Leica of various rarehistorical documents in the library atGuadalajara and in the Archives of thePalacio Nacional in Mexico City.
"After an extremely interesting andprofitable summer spent in this fashion, Icame up to Berkeley prepared to beginwork on my Ph. D. After signing up for afull program of five courses I was treated toa pleasant surprise when Sauer asked me ifI wished to teach. So here I am spendingmy time between teaching and learning,and I'm thinking of buying some of thatmidnight oil wholesale."
Odds Bodkins: Joe O'Connell is working up towards the position of Assistant Treasurer in a woolen mill in Nashua. Charlie Gow is doing nothing. (Almost inconceivable!) The hold up (-vide October Issue) cleaned him out. Dick Hube, Don Cameron and Bob Lovegrove are living on 73rd St. N. Y. with Hube "having the timeof his life getting 'chubber' dinners—andgood ones too— in their two by fourkitchen" (O. O. W. Winchell) Bob is "definitely" not working for his father, but he is in the "Street" with a firm bearing the Lovegrove name. I suppose that would be rather handy in signing checks. Don is apprenticed to a night watchman or something, at least nobody seems to know just what he does do. But it's at night. He woiks while the woild sleeps.
George Colton woiks while the woild plays—4 to 11 P.M., but he says that he doesn't mind it.
Bob Roundey, Ralph Specht and Bob Webb '34 are thinking of taking a communal apartment in Boston. Classic card from Ted Huck which I wish I could print. Street urchin to jovial Santa with gigantic sack over his shoulder, "Carry yer bagMister?"
In Abe Winslow's "Squeaks from theGolden Gate," the west coast Dart. Association's scandal sheet, John N. Johnson '35 is listed in the University of Hawaii. This looks like a new fellow to me. 'Oo's 'e, Mr. Winslow? You can't do that there here, Mr. Winslow.
(Chorus off stage, chanting:) "Ya cahn't do that there 'ere,Oh, you cahn't do that there 'ere!"
Is that any worse than: "Well now let's seeWe place the middle valve down andthe music does down and around,whoa-ho-ho ho-ho-ho, and it comesout here." ....
Secretary, Trinity College, Cambridge, England
