Class of 1918
There, we went and did it! Mentioned all the lawyers we could think of in the class and totally overlooked Ed (Stub) Stanley. "Stub is with a good law firm inBoston," writes Eddie Ferguson. And we don't doubt it. Stub was a whale of a good "heeler" in the old Da-da-Dartmouth days, and he's undoubtedly going great guns in the legal word. Anybody else we overlooked?
Hort Chandler postcards in from Con- cord, N. H., that he is still busily engaged working for the N. H. Public Service Com- mission, since last September as acting ac- countant, due to the death of the then in- cumbent John W. W. Sanborn, Sioux City, lowa, announces Miss Cynthia, born February 26. "This is the second girl," declares Johnny, "but the old Wah-Hoo-Wah spirit never gives up hope." .... Now for the class political note. We quote from an Eastern newspaper: "Mayor AlvinA. Lucier of Nashua, who was recentlynamed as national Democratic committee-man from New Hampshire, is being men-tioned as the Democratic standard bearerthis fall as candidate for Congress from thesecond congressional district."
Ran into John Thayer down at Swanky Sea Island (Ga.) early in March. Your Sec- retary was just driving through. John and his charming wife were winter-vacationing at The Cloister, and John was youthful enough to be swinging a mean tennis racquet. When not winter-vacationing, John runs the "Ridgefield Press" up in Connecticut Clarence Opper, writ- ing on the stationery of the Treasury De- partment, says that Dave McCoy has just ended his term as president of the Wash- ington alumni group in a veritable blaze of glory; that Eighteen had the second largest class delegation at their annual meeting; that Bill Wright blew in to at- tend, all the way from the great open spaces of that haven of contented cows and discontented spouses—Nevada. Clarence also chronicles running into Larry Pope and Johnson, though which of our several estimable Johnsons, I know not from Clarence's letter. He continues; "DutchOppenheim is still making life possible forthe residents of Albany, with plentifulsupplies of artichoke, alligator pear, caviar,and other necessaries."
We learn more about Bill Wright from our Pacific Coast correspondent, George Stoddard. Sez George: "Bill Wright wasdue to be in Washington again as a mem-ber of the Public Lands Committee of theAmerican National Live Stock Association,representing the stockmen of Nevada. Billis manager of the famous Seventy-OneRanch at Deeth, and in spite of its proxim-ity to Reno, reports he is still livingwith his first wife Hal Ellis, thewell known obstetrician, is continuing tofunction according to Hoyle. The seasonsin California, as you know, are somewhatearlier than in the East. It is lambing timein the Sacremento Valley, and Hal busy..... The only other scandal I can con-scientiously forward would make little newsto other than yourself. After many years ofattempt and careful saving both funds andpossible vacation time. I took my $8.45 andspent one week in the Furnace Creek Innof Death Valley, California. This is in-cidentally the finest hotel with the finestservice of any place I have ever been.Strange as it seems, I was in Death Valleythe xveek of February 10 and on the nightof the lucky 13th, happened to meet Lieut.'Bi?ig' Crosby, class of '22. Bing was o?ieof the staff of army officers running a CCCcamp, and as the commanding officer, Cap-tain Burgess, was a Yale man and a peachof a fellow, we had him as our guest ata Dartmouth Night celebration on thefloor of Death Valley, 27c; feet below sealevel." .... George then goes on, in true native son fashion, to sing the praises of Death Valley, but paragraphs are running out, and of that more anon. Unless your Secretary decides to write of the sunny skies of the Southland instead.
Speaking of the Southland, C. F. (Chuck) Palmer is the chairman of the executive committee of Atlanta's First Annual Dogwood Festival. In mid-April when this gala entertainment week is staged, the dogwood blooms in Atlanta rival Washington's famed cherry blossoms for sheer beauty. .... Pretty soon now Frank Clahane will be calling on you to come to the aid of your class fund, you know-the Alumni Fund subscription. Old Eighteen perked up last year in this respect; this year we ought to be distinctly among those present.
Had a short visit, late in March, from Howard S. Robinson, leather manufacturer from Westfield, Mass. Robbie had just escaped from the floods and was making a tour of the country, contacting salesmen of his organization, the Robinson Manufacturing Co.-reminders and other creations in leather. Robbie is married and has three sons, aged 14, 11, and 3. This past winter he took the two older ones up to Hanover and surrounding points to do some skiing and absorb the old atmosphere Hal Ellis (Dr. Harold O. if you must speak professionally) now resides at 620 Esplanade in Chico, Calif.
Tom Sturgess, New Haven insurance man, is expected in Atlanta shortly after these news are typed (early in April) to visit his brother Henley of '17. A bullfest is scheduled and will be enjoyed by all. .... Jack Hurlbut writes from Cannes, France, in part: "My wife and I were inAmerica, principally Hartford, Conn., andAuburn, N.Y., for a little over five months.We had a grand time, although I wassorry not to see more Eighteeners. Thiswas the first time I had been back in jiveyears and naturally saw many changes.. ... We continue to sit on a volcano overthere, although nobody seems very muchconcerned about it, realizing at the sametime that the cone may blow off at anyminute. Should there be war betweenFrance and Italy, I shall have some finegrand-stand seats here, which I shall beglad to sell to the highest bidder, for we'reonly about 30 miles from the border."
Stanley (Burp) Jones comes to this column's rescue with the following: "ErnieEarley has been on a West Indies cruise.All the boys seem to be going. Mike Poundsis touching in at Nassau for a refill on rum.Dan Shea is just back from three weeks onthe beach there. Red Wilson has gone toBermuda, Blimp Morey is sunning thatvast epidermal expanse of his on theFlorida sands, ostensibly on business for his'hot oil' company.
"Saw Ed Mader the other day. Looksmighty fine; reports that Stumpy Barr, theformer grand army colonel, is now sorotund that he is busting out of his pantsand not where you think, either. J. Martinez, the former able soda straw now tipsthe beam around 150 lbs., and is no longerable to buy his clothes in the youth's department of Rogers, Peet ir Cos. Ran intoPark Poole the other day. He was tiptoeingalong Park Ave., trying to shake some ofhis company's iodized salt on the neatlytailored tail of somebody's sister. He didn'tseem to be doing so well .... and witha wife in town, too.
"Understand that Kraut Whitmore, theHaverhill hedgehog, has driven down toFlorida for a trip. He'd go well down there,with the policy rajahs, slot-machine emperors, and the rest of Broadway's riff andraff. Haven't much news of myself, Al. Theold treadmill, you know. Am 'managingeditor of Judge on the side—l'm enclosinga copy of the department I run: 'High Hat.'As 'fudge Junior' I manage to finagle myway into a few drops of gravy in the niteries. . ... I get this instead of money forthe job! But it's fun to do. Have sold theonly two stories I have written in threeyears to Liberty. They ought to be breaking soon. And I do a piece every month orso for Stage. Outside of that, and sweatinglike a nigger writing a letter at the wellknown advertising industry, I haven'tmuch to report."
There's a New York report what is a New York report. If Cleveland, Boston, Chicago, and other points east, north, west, and best (meaning south, of course) were to crash through every month with similar notes, the job of a class secretary would be a bowl of cherries Oh well-—there's only one more column to be written before the summer vacation that this MAGAZINE takes!
Secretary, 811 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
