Class of 1914
THE ALUMNI FUND .... IT'S ABOUT TIME THE COLLEGE HAD A RAISE!
Can you remember back to the first raise you got on your first job? Do you not recall how much these added dollars bought, few in number though they were? Perhaps this analogy might apply in connection with the Dartmouth Alumni Fund. The Fund might be considered a "raise" to the regular college pay envelope—and as such, accomplish much of value that otherwise might have to be postponed or even left undone altogether.
Doubtless you know that a large portion of the college income is already earmarked even before receipt. Not only is this so in the case of trust funds allocated to specified uses, but the general overhead of operation eats up budgetary allotments as they are received. The Alumni Fund, then, is "free money" available to be used for many purposes and thus becomes not merely an expression of alumni loyalty, but a veritable means of lightening the administrative job.
We attended our first alumni agents' dinner in Boston last week, vice John Burleigh, who was out of town. We wish you could have heard President Hopkins develop the subject, covering what the Fund does for the College. You would have left the meeting, we feel sure, as we did, amazed at how the staff at Hanover stretches their income as they do.
Won't you please do your part again this year by sending your subscription early, and also by developing a selling talk for those chaps who may be inclined to lag? It is a great story—helping give the College a "raise."
Shall we see you ill Hanover this June? Last year over a dozen dropped in and reported a 100% relaxed week-end. No plans, no functions—but a grand occasion! From reports there may be twenty or more in Hanover this Commencement. Be sure to check in with John Piane on arrival. He will tell you where to find the gang.
President Sig wants all officers and members of the executive committee on hand to discuss matters of class importance. Will these please signify to the Secretary if they plan to come?
Think you're getting old? Do things and doings in Hanover look strange to you? Want a laugh? Turn back to the April issue and read Monagan's '33 class notes. He went back to Winter Carnival for a little reuning with his "freshmen." And how things had changed in less than three years! You'll get a kick out of his description. Maybe it is we who change and not Hanover!
Had a pleasant note from Lay Little, who is still with the customs service in Canton, China. Still in good health and looking forward to his first reunion in 1939.
WHERE'S ELMER ....??
Bill Slater hears that Elmer Robinson is now living in Attleboro, Mass. Can anyone, including Elmer, verify same?
Spring, despite the weather, is here. Bill Fletcher is seen going about without overcoat—a phenomenon which appears to be dictated by the calendar rather than the thermometer.
Bill Stratton is working for your Uncle Samuel's step-son, the state of Massachusetts, in the Income Tax Division, which is a break for Bill—and perhaps for us, if he will volunteer his services in helping us spread our meagre stipend over the acres of columns and squares provided to record the material fruits of this more abundant life.
Still in the throes of winter, we find in the morning mail a beautiful colored post card from Sarasota, Fla., whence we learn that Jim Gregg is vacationing. Jim says it is a fine country when it doesn't rain and the wind bloweth not—but it is infrequent so far as he personally observed.
Despite no improvement in the golf game, Jim reports he is having a grand time.
If you got a Western Union telegram all dolled up with bunnies and Easter eggs and one thing and another, we hope you looked carefully at the illustration and noted it was created by our own Walter Beach Humphrey. Congratulations, Walter, on this very interesting design.
Our mail these days is slit quickly and efficiently by a letter-opener which Charlie Batchelder sent out advertising his new location. Charlie does all sorts of things in the way of flags, canvases, awnings, and so forth, and his new address is 610 Atlantic Ave., Boston.
Best of luck, Charlie, and many thanks for the letter-opener.
Our New York scouts report the Hopkins architecting with Robert seen steering huge rolls of blue prints through the maze of the 5:15 traffic in the Grand Central concourse. The mansion, we are reliably informed, will rise among the hills of Darien, and mayhap the walls are rising even now—Which makes one more paragraph and we guess the last.
Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston
