Class of 1930

Being suddenly called away from Hanover just as the class notes were due last month, we are indebted—and so are you— to CHARLIE WIDMAYER for so deftly pinchhitting. We hasten to make what is known as a Herculean effort to improve on our duller-and-duller recent efforts to escape the danger of losing our job.

Do you want the usual color paragraph? Reading this at the first of May you will probably picture Hanover as the bright green emerges on the elms at that season and as the grass begins to get really verdant. You will recall baseball on the campus; noontime Softball games around the chapter house and the dormitory, swimming excursions to Fairlee and Morey on the first really warm afternoons; evening rides with the top down to the movies in Leb, to Joe Pilver's, or to nowhere in particular, as that pleasant indefinable restless something begins to creep into the breezes, a sweet smell that acts like an anesthetic on good intentions and obliterates the grim thought of comprehensives. Then if you translated yourself completely back to six Mays ago, you would feel the pleasurable anticipation of house parties and the thought of dancing all night and ending up with a ride through the dawn mist, buying shredded wheat and eggs at George Gitsis' Sunny Corner At this moment, however, the campus is white under a wet spring snow.

Perhaps as an awakening comes to the birds, bees, trees, and flowers and the hibernating animals emerge from hiding and sniff the spring air, the class of 1930 will join in the general awakening. We await with hopefulness the emergence of you, and you, and you, and you, from the long winter sleep.

Meanwhile, we glean what we can from the contributions of the boys who are awake Take RED HOLME, for example. He claims that the '30 men in New York have been lagging since the departure of PETE CALLAWAY for the wind-swept boulevards of Chicago. A handful of '30 men gathered for a class dinner at the Dartmouth Club, and Red hurried back from Syracuse to attend it. Red also saw a few of the boys at a Skidriverein [sic] at which Otto Schniebs talked and showed ski movies. Red left Macy's last October and is now with Street and Finney (advertising) on West 42 d St. He wants us to make a survey of the income of Thirty men just to see how he is getting along. We have large plans for a class letter and collection of data, and may be this is one of the things we could find out, without any personal identifications Of course the inevitable has happened and we now have a picture of MCLAUGHLIN with leis around his neck. There are no hula-hula girls in this Honolulu picture, but don't think the Mc- Laughlins have missed the swimming at Waikiki SNUB POEHLER, after read- ing the April notes, submits his "two cents worth," which includes material about a number of people in other classes but covers such '30 folk as the GOLANS, who visited the Poehlers in the fall after receiving another swell promotion. Joe is still going places. We have already commented on BILL BRAGNER'S failure to keep promises and find that Snub has suffered the same treatment, Bill having promised to "dictate my first letter to you," as principal of the Windsor High School. As Snub put in his appearance at "college night" at the East Orange High School, slinking into a darkened room while prospective Dartmouths were being entertained with movies, someone hailed him through the shadows and, of course, it was SHAW COLE. In one of Snub's classses at Columbia is HANK HILLSON, last June's bridegroom. Snub sees WIN HATCH'S young brother, Dave '33, who is following in Win's footsteps as an incipient Ph.D. Win is now one of the country's hottest young biologists.

And here, by all means, are two announcements:

Mr. and Mrs. Anders C. Olsen, Gynedd Valley, Pennsylvania, announce the marriage of their daughter, Gladys Oliver, to Mr. WALTER JAMES WASMER on Friday, the twelfth of July, nineteen hundred and thirty-five. Harrison, New York.

Mrs. John P. Anthony announces the marriage of her daughter, Olive Louise Ortwine, to Mr. WILLIAM NELSON FENTON on Saturday, the fourth of April, Nineteen hundred and thirty-six. Batavia, New York.

And here, in a slightly different genre, is a formal card giving the information that Monroe E. Stein and JOSEPH D. EPSTEIN announce the formation of the partnership of Stein and Epstein for the general practice of law, with offices at 125 Broad Street, Elizabeth, New Jersey.

CHALLENGE BY '30

You will recall that last June, 1930 set a record of number of men back for a class reunion. A Class of '94 cup is annually awarded to the class which has the greatest percentage of its members back at reunion. This cup always goes to one of the older classes with a small surviving membership. Our class, therefore, determined to give a cup to be awarded to the class which got the greatest number of men back for reunion, thus giving the large young classes a challenge. Si CHANDLER has been negotiating for the cup all winter, owing to a certain amount of procrastination on our part but it will be all set for the award at Com mencement. It will be a very neat job, you may be sure, and will be known as the Class of 1930 Cup. By the way, on one of Si's letters that has been around on our desk for some weeks we have just spotted a note that HORACE WESTON was elected selectman in Kingston, with the largest vote cast. We hazard a guess that Horace is the only town father in our midst.

NOTES .... NOTES

We will now go through some address changes, gleaning what we can from colorful names of streets and intriguing occupation where given. After these possibilities are exhausted we will see what we can do by calling in our intrinsically scurrilous imagination. We have been taxed with dullness too long Apartado 736, International Banking Corporation, Barcelona, Spain, with a residence at 97 Mariano Cubi, is the month's most colorful address. It belongs to BEN FINCH of the National City Bank GEORGE MCCLELLAN is teaching journalism at the East High School at Columbus. We haven't had one of George's really full reports for a long time CARLL BUHIJER of the New York Telephone Company seems to have moved to the Baker Hill Road at Great Neck BERNARD GARIEPY, from whom we have had no word in years, if ever, is now at the University of Minnesota Hospital in Minneapolis, in the surgery service. .... CHARLIE MACKECHNIE sends in an address care of Myron Selznick & Company, Beverly Hills, Calif., which seems to spell the movies HARR CONDON has moved to Boston. We could risk a guess about his firm, upon the basis of vaguely remembered information transmitted by a friend, but first we will give Harr a chance to come through with the dope DICK FUNKHOUSER is now a statistician for the federal government with a residence at Silver Spring, Md.; in fact, 9200 Dale Drive seems colorful enough to mention.

We have a beautiful set of records in two large leatherbound volumes, which provide spaces for all of the information that anybody would need to have about Thirtymen. We now turn at random to the index tab marked "HAA" and there we find CARL HAFFENREFFER, the executive officer, with a long and complicated title, of the HerroshofE Manufacturing Company, yacht builders in Bristol. We could tell you, if we or you were interested, all the schools that Carl went to and the day and year of his birth, names of all of his Dartmouth relatives and the fact that he went to Tuck School. We have already long ago discovered his marriage to Caroline Huffard, a Plandome, Long Island, festival in whic various Thirtymen participated, letting Joy be unconfined. We are lagging behind a little, but when we get around to it we will enter the birth of Carl William Haffenreffer 2d, of last autumn's vintage

Then we come to JOHN FREDERICK HAHN JR., late of Barbary Coast fame, and now selling medical equipment in Philadelphia Now we come to PETE HAMM who is president and treasurer of the Traffic Service Corporation in Chicago. Pete was married in Tune, 1934, to Joy Fairman of Winnetka. pete's undergraduate career took him from Dartmouth to Duke and then back to Han- The next sheet carries the name of HAROLD HAMM, who died in the summer of 1928* having been struck by lio-htning while fishing in Lake Winnipesaukee. Thirtymen will remember the shock of returning to College in September, 1928, and getting the news of Harold's death. We note" what we hadn't previously realized, that Harold was bom in Kalmar, Sweden. .... Then there is JOE HANCORT, whose .analysis of corporations is an invaluable guide to the treasurer and trustees of Dartmouth College in determining investment policies Joe juggles figures with considerable eclat, two stories below this attic cubby-hole in Parkhurst Hall whither we retire for such extra-curriculum efforts as this. In his odd minutes, Joe sketches and •etches. He sketches and etches chiefly boats, with an accuracy of detail that would really appall you. Carl Haffenreffer will tell you how he helped Joe get through Tuck School. Joe just barely made the grade as the Number One man in the Tuck School class Then here is the sheet for BILL HARDY, which is just full of blank spaces. The trouble is that these blanks have no spaces for such exploits as the carrying of a goldfish into the Harvard Stadium and any number of other things that 808 BOTTOME and others, who see Hardy more often than we do, could tell you It would seem from the next sheet that CUP HARRIS is senior assistant at the Provident Hospital in Chicago. Cup, a Pittsburgh product, got his M.D. in 1933 from the Western Reserve Medical School. .... There are lots of spaces on BILL HARRISON'S blank too, although we seem to recall that he is in the paper business in Erie, Pa This ought to be enough for this time.

We didn't forget the Alumni Fund. Wesaved it for the last on purpose. Word fromBottome will have reached you before thisissue of the MAGAZINE does, and we hopeyou will read this with the beatific expression of the man luho has already sent hischeck to Hanover. We have some laurelsto defend, inasmuch as the classes of 1928and 1925 eased us out of the leadership ofall the young classes last year. Of course,no exhortations are necessary, as all of yourintentions are good. Only don't let yourinertia get the best of you.

Secretary, Administration Bldg., Hanover, N. H.