Class of 1935
"This, is really a very, very slick joint.The food is good, the rooms are swell, andthe work 'is plenty tough—which of courseis the old, old law school story. Tom Wilson, Ted Harbaugh, Floyd Pausing, and iare all whipping around with freshlyshaven faces, coats and ties, casting speculative glances at the co-eds, and being obnoxiously enthusiastic about New Hamp-shire and Hanover in the spring." These are Ty Carlyle's words. I perceive the subtle seeds of glamorous nostalgia have done their work. Being obnoxious about a Hanover spring is understandable, but being enthusiastic about it. , . . . Well, that seems scarcely the word. Ty, do you have webbed feet?
King Edward VIII has justified himself, and in my mind will be fully entitled to the "E. R." replacing the "G. R." on all the mail trucks. Plastered with unbekannt and inconnu and postmarks from most of the principal towns of central Europe, my precious letters have come home to roost and my lengthy correspondence with under secretaries and dead letter ministers has come to an end.
Things seem to be happening on the west coast. Tom Swift is back in his old town, Denver; put up a log cabin with chemist Harriman; and then retired to law school, presumably to find out if it were legal. He's working his way through, which is a praiseworthy and colossal undertaking. From a little further west, Hollywood, to be exact, comes rampant news from Toreador Pacht. Now ordinarily I haven't much faith in class prognostications, but this one seems to have hit the nail on the head. Listen to this: "The other day I tried a bit of Hanover flirting with a . cute blonde—only tolearn from one of the fellows that I'd pickedon Una Merkel! Anyway, it's a very strangeatmosphere after the Hanover hermitage—the opposite extreme. MGM is theworld's largest studio and accordingly hasmore and comelier beauties than any otherstudio i suppose I'll get used to having Myrna Loy, Jean Harlow, Louise Ranier,Jeanette Mac Donald, Marno Clark, BinnieBarnes, and of course, Fannie Brice, brushelbows (It isn't bending elbows, is itRudy?) with me, but I've been here two fullmonths already, and I see no signs of adulling of my senses for the appreciation°f the charm of feminine beauty."
This is just a sample. Rudy's letter is one of the best I've received this year. Before settling down in the MGM Garden of Eden he was in New York seeing Art Fisher, who is learning the family steel business, and then managed to reach Hollywood in time for "the big celebration in honor ofmy homecoming!!" on July 4. The plan was to go to California Law School, and to fill in the summer a job was necessary. wound up selling liquor. I learnedabout the stuff from customers, have sincetried some myself, and find it very pleasingat times." However, Rudy quit after three weeks and is now film librarian in the Positive Sound Library, MGM, at Culver City. Law school next year—that is if Hollywood lets him! "The movie business is the world'scraziest, and I only hope I keep my sanity." Here's some more news via the MGM Lion. Apparently Bill Harwick is married to a girl from Newport, N. H.: Lewie Peck, who was Rudy's roommate his freshman year, and who dropped out before his junior year, is married and secretary to one of the vice presidents of Goodyear's.
Sel Hannah, as most of you know if you followed the publicity carnival, got in the metropolitan papers—maybe Lane and McCarty had something to do with that—was a star of the McGill ski team which our truncated ski team forced into second place by 3.6 points out of almost goo. Sel got a head start in chemistry last summer at Washington and then went to McGill to begin medicine. On skiing too, before it is entirely out of your minds, you might be interested that a Dartmouth Ski Club has been started in New York with fifty members, and lots of enthusiasm. Borax slides my eye!
A good letter from Win Garth who is loafing" at Harvard Business School. He tells of Bud Child's "coming down fromBuffalo on the spur of the moment and happening to land a swell job with an investment house" in New York.
Russ Erwin is, logically enough, on School Street, Randolph, Vermont—teaching about everything under the sun. He says, and I think most of us agree, "It wouldbe better for New England if some of themid-western undergraduates based theirtales of New England scenery on Randolphrather than sooty White River Junction. (White Liver Unction to There aremany Dartmouth men and Dartmouth tieshere in Randolph. Coming into contactwith nearly all the members of the upperthree classes of the high school, I am in aposition to notice potential Dartmouth ma-terial; among the boys, I'm thinking rightnow. .... Several of the girls, by the way,seem to be actual Dartmouth material rightnow!" Dick Sylvia says Russ is realizing his first love; journalism mixed with stark realism. He's a reporter for his home paper, the New Bedford something or other, and is delegated to the police patrol. Nice town, New Bedford. It kind of all runs downhill into the water.
Yeah, and here's a couple who went off the deep end! 'Twas a dark, romantic night. Soft lights glistened on a polished floor and all that sort of thing. It was the night of the Commencement Ball-Dick Montgomery and the former Miss Elizabeth Button, Wellesley '35, eloped. I'm glad somebody in the class has. You know what they say about the girls brought to Hanover Commencement time! And think what a lot of ushers he had the next morning in the Bema. A gala wedding that we knew nothing about!
Now—perhaps in atonement—he has to use one of these copy typewriters of the United Press Association. The result defies description. Words jump out at you suddenly as if they had been carved in relief. The paragraphs look as if they should say: "BIG FIRE IN OKLAHOMA—Last NightChauncey Scattergood was etc., etc
Anthony Eden APPROVES sanctions,General Goemboes tears hair " You know the old UP line. But instead they say (and this is what they look like):
"WE kEpt it sEcrEt for A fEw wEEks,but finAlly brokE down And confEssEdAll." Then he goes on: "I'vE bEEn withVnitEd PrEss sincE thE first of OctobEr. (Let's stop this nonsense.) Before that Iwas with the Manchester Union in N. H.Since I'm working the night shift, I'vebumped into relatively few Dartmouthites.Saw Sid Krivitsky recently. The Bostonpapers are full of his pictures. Seems he'splaying basketball for a Boston club team.Ran into Jim Aieta around Christmas time.He was studying insurance down in Hart-ford, Conn., then. Imagine by now he'sready to sell us all policies."
In case any '34's stumble into this column by mistake—heaven help 'em—Ernie Barcella is married to Louise Berniere and runs the night shift of the UP in Boston.
Since the New Year Bob Roundey has been in Boston too, transferred from that "hole in the ground, Wilkes-Barre, Pa." by the Hazard Wire Rope Company. "I amnow covering all of New England out ofBoston in the capacity of salesman, so youcan see that I am hustling. I am livingwith the ugliest of the Spechts, Ralph, (sic)at 829 Beacon St." Hazard, by the way to any of you fellows who know a main sheet from the spinnaker halliard, make KORoD- LESS marine rope, which is one fine article.
ODDS BODKINS: Tom Lane is helping to edit the improved New York Dartmouth Club Bulletin. Arnold (Sam) Sammis, study- ing medicine at the University of Rochester Med. School, says: "We have a perfectlyswell English Doc in our lab and he seemsto know more than the department itself." I wonder where he learned it. The medical training here, Cambridge, anyway, is the worst and most slipshod I ever saw. Ed Gerson is in his father's shoes. Roily Mack is either crooning, writing plays, getting into advertising, or all three. Sid Diamond is at Harvard Law.
Ibba Eames! Are you married to our Hagerman yet?
A little clipping has come in which maybe conceals another elopement—"Lebanon, N. H., Jan. 16—Mr. and Mrs. RalphChapman of this town announce the marriage of their daughter, Iris FountaineChapman, to Willard Kulp Wise Jr. ofReading, Petm., who were married July 27,1935, in New York City."
Sic Transit Gloria Baccalaris!
And realizing that some day we'll have to face the problem too, I suppose we'll have to call on our two old friends:—"CountTen, and Viscount the Cost!"
Secretary, Trinity College, Cambridge, England
