Class of 1903
The letter from Dave Main in the '06 notes of last month tells of a splendid group of twelve boys from Denver heading for Dartmouth next fall. This item brought to my mind the fact that during our freshman year "Babe" Grant was the sole representative of that great portion of the country west of the Mississippi river. The class of 1904 had Charles McKnight from Hiawatha, Kansas, 1905 had P. Martin from Idaho Falls, Idaho, and the same year, I think, Philip Fox entered the class of '02 from the University of Kansas. Class of '906 had Ralph Glaze and Dave Main, heading a list of fine athletes from out of the West.
That the Boston alumni dinner on February 25 was a pronounced success goes without contradiction. Few if any programs have been in better balance than that given this year. Not only were the speakers at their best but never within my memory has the double quartet from Hanover sung so artistically.
Snow and slush undoubtedly prevented or rather furnished an alibi for several of our class usually in attendance, but with Dana Whipple present with that brow of a scholar showing for the first time in years and the smile of college days still in place, happiness of the '03 delegation was marked. O. W. Smith, Ralph Keyes, Ned Kenerson, Ernest Brown, Ralph Neal, Preston Howard, "Meat" Hanlon, and Ned Burbeck comprised the list of OLD FAITHFULS who wouldn't miss the annual gathering.
Ned Kenerson, who since college days has been connected with Ginn & Co., school book publishers, in one capacity after another, has recently been made treasurer of the company. For the past seventeen years Ned has been New England manager, and has carried on so efficiently that such a promotion was inevitable. We offer our congratulations, and though Ned with modesty not unbecoming lays claim to only added responsibilities, we know that merit has again been rewarded.
Twenty-seven years ago Dana B. Whipple became connected with the E. E. Butman Company drugstore in Waltham, Mass., and for the past five years has been manager. This drug business was founded fifty-one years ago and is the oldest in the city. Recently Mr. Butman sold his controlling interests to Dana and Richard W. Daniels, a registered pharmacist employed in the store for the past twenty years. The whole class gives you a Potholesker, Dana, and wishes you full measure of success.
THE NEW YORK ALUMNI DINNER
Over in the functionless (at this writing) elevator town on February 27 another alumni dinner took place—but let Harold Hess tell the story. "Answering your pleain the ALUMNI MAGAZINE for information,you may be interested in knowing that the19°3 quintet had their annual reunion atthe New York alumni dinner on lastThursday, February 27, at The Commodore—Ray Brown, 'Kid' Cohen, 'Balz'French, 'Buck' Lewers, and Yours Truly.We were proud of the fact that the captain and manager of next year's footballteam are both sons of class members, Bennett and Cohen. We enjoyed Hoppy's address, and are glad that he can get awayfor a little holiday, as he looked tired.There was some 'beefing' on the part ofour class member of the Alumni Councilregarding the difficulties of raising theAlumni Class Fund each year, but he became more enthusiastic as the evening progressed, and he was assured of the activesupport of the entire class."
Thank you, Harold. I am rejoiced that my plea had affect. You are nominated for a place in the Hall of Fame among Dartmouth 1903 graduates for aid rendered officers of the class; although reading between your closely typed lines in the "beefing" episode my countenance expands into a smile.
SQUEAKS FROM THE GOLDEN GATE
"Hear Ye: Hear ye: The snow party ison."
"Through the generosity of the SierraSki Club of Berkeley and specifically twoof its Dartmouth members, Selden Smith'97 and Frank Wentworth '03, we are invited to return to the scene of our previoussnow parties at Norden, near the summitof the High Sierra, on Saturday and Sunday, February 29 and March 1. Latest reports show depth of snow 100 inches."
It is most difficult to get news of Frank directly, but bless the "Squeaks from the Golden Gate." We know Frank is aging but slowly and we judge gracefully. A few broken bones while stunting on skis is a mere incident in his young life and not even a warning. "All right, all right," I hear Frank say. See you in June, 1938.
Secretary, 198 Humphrey St., Marblehead, Mass.
