Class of 1933
Morris 631, Soldiers Field Station, Boston For us February was Recapture YourLost Youth Month. In other words, we went back to Hanover for Carnival. But it won't happen again, we promise you.
A log of our meanderings would run something like this:
Friday 5 P.M Arrived. Went to our room at 305 Woodward Hall and met our freshman hosts. One asked us how we liked Harvard. We said that it was all right. He said that he wouldn't go there if they paid him. We said nothing.
It seemed almost immoral to see women in the corridors.
5:15 Walked over to the Alpha Delt house, expected to be greeted like a long lost brother. We were greeted like a long lost brother .... from Ohio Wesleyan. Didn't know any of the boys. Looked at the list of Carnival guests. Didn't know any of the girls.
5:17 Left the Alpha Delt house. 5:25 Tried the Deke house. We knew that something was wrong as soon as we saw those negro retainers with their white coats. Also it was fairly quiet. We went downstairs. They had painted over Max Waldsmith's masterful mural! We could do without the Orozco frescoes (especially the panel at the east end), but this was sacrilege!
5:27 We left the Deke house. 5:30 Our last attempt .... the Phi Gam house. An eager young Fiji greeted us. We asked for Ford Sayre. The goof asked us if we were looking for the Phi Gamma Delta house. He pronounced the words very carefully too. This finished our visiting.
5:32 We left the Phi Gam house. 5:40 We saw Slim Connors floating along Main St. He was not wearing the 1933 numeral sweater. In fact he was quite nattily dressed. It was almost like seeing a member of the class. Almost. He hadn't seen anyone from the class either.
5:45 Had a sandwich and milk shake at Allen's to get back in the swing. Bob Daley and Smitty were behind the fountain. We talked about Mackey. Things were looking up.
7:00 Thank God for G. Petten- gill III. We finally found him at the A.D. house. We kept pretty close to the "snows of yesteryear" motif until the rosy-cheeked young folks came trooping in to begin dancing.
11:00 We went back to our room in Woodward and read the Daily Dartmouth.
11:30 We went to bed. Saturday 9:30 Breakfast at the Wigwam.
10:00 The hockey game with Harvard. Things were fine here. We saw Sid Hayward, Bill McCarter, Father Sliny, Sid Hazelton. Also we saw John Faegre's brother keep enough pucks out of the Dartmouth net to enable the Big Green to surprise the Harvards.
12:00....We met Jud Pierson and his charming wife and Norm Erlandson in front of Carpenter. Very pleasant and about time for some of the boys to show their heads. Jud asked us if we knew what that note of Charlie Finfrock's meant. We didn't. While we were standing there, Kewpie Farmer and Harry Osborne hooted at us from a passing car.
12:30 Lunch with D. Cobleigh. 3:00 Reactionary to the last ditch .... squash at the gym.
8:30 To the Players' presentation of Ruddygore with Prof, and Mrs. Ed Booth. Interesting to watch the nobility troop in once more from a vantage point in the gallery. Also very gratifying to discover that Joe D'Esopo was still in good voice.
11:00 Almost swooned at hearing the familiar nasal twang of F. Fuller Ripley, president of the Cheshire County Alumni Asso. With him was the 1933 cheese-throwing champion, W. Tarbox Dewey. Both were very definitely affected with alumnischmerz. Both spoke with tears in their eyes of other and, what they considered, better days. Everyone else seemed to be having a good time, however.
12:00 No square dances, so home and to bed.
Sunday 10:00 Breakfast with Alan Davidson, brother of J. Alex- ander, the St. Albans banker, who is carry- ing on for the clan at Hanover. 11:30 Left Hanover.
1933 AT MOOSILAUKE
Upon arriving at Morris C 31, we found the following card from Ford Sayre: "Forproper recording in your files and to servedue notice to the public .... Ford KentSayre Jr. was bom the 29th of January. ... is now living at Spy Glass Hill Farmwith his parents . ... is lusty as well ashealthy, but to correct a mistaken impression was not born with skis on.
"Art Connelly, Dan Rollins, and EdFoley have been up to see us. How about afew more of you gentlemen?"
Also, a few days later we received a card bearing only the following two names: Miss Dorothy Johnson .... Mr. John Clinton Manchester. Engagement, we presume.
George Rideout brought over the following list of '33 men who were present at the annual Boston alumni dinner: Jim Woods, Jim Doherty, Rawdge Smith, Earle Gordon,, Norm Erlandson, Jud Pierson, Arnie Salisbury, Charlie Hinds, Win Rowe, Whit Kimball, Eddie Halligan, Eddie Horne, Phil O'Brien, Bob Watson, Jack Taft, Cliff Johnson, Harvey Bloomberg, Bob Fox, George Rideout.
The following splendid letter came from Hop Hopkins:
"After so many years and so many issuesof the ALUMNI MAGAZINE I suppose mostguys break down and send their life histories to Waterbury. Me, I follow the crowd—only the inertia takes three years (myGod—three years!) to overcome.
"H. Mackey must have cut his Hawaiitrip short or else your dire predictions cametrue and the Democrats did get him, for hewas walking along Wall St. yesterday witha fairly firm stride and a glance way overyour head.
"Stan Quinn is finally deserting the NewEngland Tel. and Tel. for what we facetiously call the Big City. He's due March I with no job awaiting, but, he tells me, highhopes and the necessary determination."Wes Beattie lives at sth Ave. and 10thSt. (very snooty) and occasionally rides thesame 6th Ave. El train with me in themorning.
"Bill Dowling hopes to be able to leaveYale Law this year, and about time I say.He's got a job lined up with a Utica lawfirm—after the bar exams.
"Jack Blumenthal puts his feet under thesame Montclair festive board that I doevery week end. He's very engaged to onehalf of the attractions there, Helen Heim,and latest plans call for a June wedding."George Green, ex '33, used to work inthe same General Electric office with meuntil we both got fed up. He's been inOhio learning the price tag business at thefactory and should be selling by now, al-though I haven't heard from him since thefirst of the year.
"Haven't seen Jack Mohr for a year, andthen when Casa Loma was at the EssexHouse and only for a moment—See JimPelrie and Bob Niebling on the streetevery once in a while. Carl Rugen, theoriginal life insurance fiend, comes in theoffice often. He's not married yet, but hopesto remedy that situation before long.—SawSeixas on the Yonkers Ferry going up toTHE Yale game, and Lup White used tobe knocking around down town. Godknows where he is now.—Mel Worthenlived a block below me until recently. He'sin the Metropolitan, office work—not selling.
"As for H. Hopkins, he got a job withthe downtown real estate firm of Capen &Zerega after graduation, kept it for a yearand a half, then went with General ElectricContracts Corp. for a year, and then, wornpretty well down by a terrific and lousyjob, went back with Capen & Zerega asrenting manager for the Stone & WebsterBuilding at 90 Broad St. Swell firm andswell job. At present I'm living at 147 West13th St., but, I hope, not for long."
As if to rebut the implication in the above letter, we received from Makey the following on a post card sent from Los Angeles: "Had dinner with Lyn Shollen-berger in Chicago. Had a marvelous talkwith him. Arrived here today and saw practically everything, including all of theParamount studios."
Secretary,
