Class of 1932
According to a check-up probably not as accurate as it might have been, the following members of the class were present at the annual dinner in New York on February 27, an affair of great attendance and enjoyment which Morry Hubbard was very instrumental in organizing: Pierpont, Van Buskirk, Newfang, Ed Smith, Maxwell, Hazen, Cardozo, Ed Marks, Isaacs, McConnochie, Gould, Fox, Marsh, Shevlin, Chandler, Warner, Hubbard, Macy, Owsley. Unfortunately I didn't arrive until just before the speeches began, and so received a minimum of news and gossip. Among the items that did come to light were: Ned Rollins is getting married on May 9 .. . . and Carl Baker at ux are the parents of a baby girl born on the 19th of ebruary. Van Buskirk and the former etty Quinn of Brooklyn were married at Bartholomew's in New York on January 4...... Ed Smith had come to town for a week or so on one of his periodic visits to either a lumbermen's school or convention, I can never tell which. Leon Warner was oft on a Caribbean cruise in another day or so It doesn't seem too long ago that his fellow townsman, Chas. Doerr, sailed away to Mexico City, while the rest of us were fighting off the effects of a tough winter, and that other Midwesterner, J. Sheldon, was going on an even more extended tour. It must be that they can stand that climate out there just so long
Up in the North Country Frank Peart had a fairly serious skiing accident—something to do with a transverse colon. It happened at Moosilauke ironically enough after Frank had been flying in the Service for the last three years. Your correspondent has also had his troubles, having through great awkwardness suffered a dislocated shoulder on the Ghost Trail near Pittsfield. In reporting on the race that took place there a few weeks ago I neglected to include among those participants representing '32 the name of Bob Coltman. He performed very creditably.
From the American University of Beirut, Syria, comes a letter by Bob Black, dated January sa:
"The December ALUMNI MAGAZINE hasjust reached my hands. I am convinced thatit came by way of Ethiopia, delayed perhapsbecause Haile Selassie wanted to read thedetails of the Yale game! Said details mustneeds be appreciated by one and all in thispart of the zvorld, since news is fragmentary: for instance, at eleven o'clock on thenight of November 2—there is a differenceof seven hours between New York andBeirut—word came through by radio thatDartmouth had scored in the first half.Then it took three days to find out whathappened in the last half.
"So news does not travel fast; howeverthere is much to remind me that I have analma mater of no small importance in theU. S. A—in October that Dartmouth picture (Carnival etc.), some two years old, wasshown at a 'Cinema' downtown. Strangeenough, it seemed to me; but stranger stillwhen one of my students said, 'Oh yes, Isaw it in Singapore.'
"At Christmas time I was in Cairo, andChristmas night in a French 'Pathe News'I almost jumped out of my seat when I sawpictures of the Dartmouth-Princeton game.The subtitle, which I translate, read: 'AGame of Rugby in the Snow.' I recognizedthe Princeton Stadium, otherwise I neverwould have known what I was seeing.
"I have had no visitors who would be ofinterest to you, which is not surprising, considering the thousands of miles one mustcover to get here. On the other hand, Ihave had the pleasure of visiting for a halfan hour one of Dartmouth's most distinguished and beloved benefactors. I hadbeen given an introduction to EdwardTuck before I left New York. It was inParis in September. Up the Avenue desChamps Ely sees I had seen the Arc deTriomphe; in one block a bronze tablettold me that there was the house whereThomas Jefferson had lived; and at No. 82I listened to stories concerning the latePresident Tucker, Mr. Tuck's lifelongfriend, told by the most charming gentleman I had ever met—indeed the beau idealof Dartmouth, yesterday and today."
A very interesting letter, but I wish Bob had told something about what he was doing at the University. And also, pretty obviously, I wish I knew what was happening to some other of youse guys.
Secretary, 17 E. 96th St., New York, N. Y.
