Class of 1918
Eddie Felt, Buffalo advertising man, takes his typewriter in hand and comes to the rescue o£ this column thusly: "Thewinter in western New York has been whatused to be called devastating, until thedebutantes got hold of the word andchanged it to mean having your lip rougea little crooked. Nobody has hardly stucktheir nose out of their burrows for the lastten weeks, and what conversation there ishas been about how deep is the snow. Naturally,! haven't heard anything from TomRobbins, or Whip, or the eminent Dr.Munson (Stan Jones' friend) since the football season. It is understood that the dogteams expect to break through to Medinaby Easter. When I last heard from Tom, hewas struggling with an invention to makehome heating more effective. There hasbeen plenty to make him redouble his efforts.
"Now that the subject has come up, it'sfunny what a penchant these western NewYorkers have for the business of heating.There's Hal Day, who makes the wheels goround in the local sales division of theAmerican Radiator Company. Hal hasgrown up into the heavyweight class physically, and is reputed to be able to drive asquash ball through an inch board Then there's Don Scully, who gave up thelife of the tropics to peddle coal ('by theton or bucket') in Buffalo. He does businessunder the alias of the Leggitt's Creek CoalCos. Probably got the idea from the poemsthat Grover Cleveland Loud used to readin English I about 'ln stumbled a minerfresh from the creeks.' Don moved his homeout to the country so that his sons could beski experts when they enter at Hanover.. . . . Then there's Arch Robson, whobuilds the fire under the delinquent creditors of the Marine Bank.
"That about calls the roll except forZack Taylor and me, and we are on theother end. Zack as an engineer for the CityPlanning Commission is under politicalheat. And you know the advertising business; I'm in hot water all the time. For meit's rather a dull winter, as Clara is makingher sabbatical visitation to San Antonio.We all piled into the Ford and drove downfor the Christmas holidays. It was a swelltime while it lasted; we covered practicallyall of southern Texas and a little bit ofMexico, and then I woke up back in Buffalo under the snow drifts. The kids are inschool down there and the family won't beback until May. Any visiting brother Elkwill find me hanging around the UniversityClub (Morey, please note)."
Thumbing through the Dartmouth Secretaries Address List, we find that: Rolf Syvertsen is secretary and treasurer of the Medical Alumni Association; Eric Ball is president of the Dartmouth Club of New Haven; Al Lucier is president of the Dartmouth Association of Nashua and Vicinity; and there are probably several other classmates guiding the destinies of alumni groups that we ought to know about, but don't.
Your Secretary, curious and a wee bit selfish in the thought, is wondering if any of the boys are contemplating an early vacation this summer and might be induced to take in Commencement this June, then stick around Hanover for a week—playing golf and doing a Conrad in quest of his youth act. Any candidates?
After bragging about how many lawyers and doctors the class boasts, it now appears that the insurance men may claim first honors, after all. There are at least twenty of the boys in this line of work, with all precincts not yet reported. Take out your policies with these gentlemen: Swifty Barnes, Ralph Bickford, Wm. Christgau, Ralph Clark, Bob Colwell, Johnny Cunningham, Laurance Dalton, Leon Dodge, Lymie Drake, Ernie Earley, Alford Gustafson Elton Johnson, Maurice Leland, Duffy Lewis, Bill Montgomery, Bill Mudgett, Tom O'Connell, John Sanborn, Bill Shellman, and Tom Sturgess.
On February 25, Eighteeners in and around Boston gathered for the annual Boston dinner. Jake Bingham, faithful correspondent, reports a good turnout, al- though Prexy Hood was in Lawrence on business, Tom Montgomery was being installed in his managerial role with Hanley's Brewery in Providence, and no doubt others were unavoidably detained. Among those who recalled the old days together were: Leon Alden, Doc Angell, Jimmy Carpenter, Jake Bingham, Eddie Emerson, Eddie Ferguson, Louie Huntoon, Ken Jones, Marsh Leavitt, Charlie McCarthy, Bill Reilly, Ed Stanley, George Saltmarsh, Phil Sanderson, and Leon White. Eddie Ferguson told about running into Al Kendall, representing the Keene Silk Fibre Co., who had Al Piper of Keene with him over the Dartmouth-Harvard game week-end. Al said that Bob Nims is sticking by his old home town, making the money come in at the Keene Sentinel. Em Morse cut quite a swath some time ago on his trip East, visiting his old West Medford home. Tom Shirley appears to be one who has a new home every few years. The boy has just purchased an eleven-room, three-bath residence in Annawan Estates, overlooking the Charles River and the distant hills of Wellesley. .... Jake wants to know what happened to the guest columnists we were going to have, intimating he is just as tired of reading my alleged news column as I am. Durned if I know. Did have promises at one time or another from Hal Doty, fair son of Ohio, from George Stoddard, of California-here-I-come fame, from Tom Groves, Cape Cod boy on the loose in New York, and others—but the promises just don't seem to materialize. Mebbe Stan Jones, New York advertising baron, will take his pen in hand and gladden the hearts of his public ere long. Here's hoping.
Secretary, 811 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
