Class of 1902
Bill Howard is with the Chase National Bank in the capacity of representative of the trust department. He lives in Pleasantville, N. Y., where I understand (not from Bill) that he does not a little to help the place live up to its name.
Bill Murray writes that Donald has the A.M. degree from Harvard and is continuing with his work for the Ph.D. in Romance languages. Sometime we'd better check up and see how many of the second generation have acquired Ph.D. degrees. It's my guess that in this respect the sons will outnumber the fathers.
Louis Dow is still working for George Lincoln Dow's real estate business in Cambridge, Mass. One son is teaching, and the other is in business. Dorothy graduated last June from the Beaver Country Day School. Louis asks a question which I pass on to the group. "Is it possible that as one growsolder the 'country club' features of collegelife, either undergraduate or graduate,lose their appealf" I can answer that question, so can each of you, but I don't imagine that the answers will all be alike. But instead of answering, I think that I'll follow up the thought-provoking query with another. If youf were now about to start your college career would you go through exactly as you did thirty-odd years ago? And you needn't bother to tell me the answer, because most college deans hold with Dean Hawkes of Columbia that revised curricula are making it more and more difficult for a man to go through college with one freshman year and three sophomore years.
Dennis Lyons wrote me a real letter last September from a most attractive sounding hideout, Gateway Lodge, on Hungry Jack Lake, Grand Marais, Minn. I almost picked up and migrated when I opened the letter. And that's another trick I have missed. I didn't have to read between the lines to learn that D wouldn't vote for either Hitler or Mussolini. Further he seems to share my belief that we can't all retire on government pensions. "I realize that this shoivsthat I am a reactionary, a Bourbon, andeverything else that is out of style." To be sure, of course, and so on. But then again styles vary, and I doubt if we'll ever get to the point where men with independent minds are ruled obsolete.
Frank Moore says that Commencement duties at Massachusetts State College practically demand that he forego reunion plans for Hanover. Seems funny, doesn't it, that any other institution should be having a commencement at the same time Dartmouth has one. All the same, Frank, if it will help any I'll write to your trustees and tell them they'll have to let you off in 1937. Can't you imagine how such a letter would be received? Anyway we are all asking you now to begin planning to let us see you at the Thirty-fifth.
Dan Cushing somehow in spite of all his activities doesn't seem to be able to work things out the way we wish. His son Frederick graduated from Dartmouth last June, so Dan goes up, and while I suppose he saw Hanover and all the festivities, he didn't see us. Maybe he didn't miss much, but we think we did. Now Dan, all we can figure out of this is the conclusion that by another year you will just have to make the trip on our account.
Kendall Banning's son, William C., entered West Point last July. I seem to have mixed feelings on the general subject, but still am old-fashioned enough to carry a high opinion of the boys who want to go to West Point, and a touch of admiration for those who can meet the all-round rigorous requirement.
Doctor Jim Huntington is back at 311 Marlborough St., Boston, where he had his office for some years. Jim's older boy is in Harvard Medical School, and the younger is a senior at Exeter. "I spend as much timeas I can in my old ancestral home in Hadley, Mass. Because of my passion for thisold house and its contents (old furniture,hooks, diaries and letters going back to theiyth century) I take an active interest inthe Colonial Society of Massachusetts." I don't wonder at it at all, but Jim, you are reckless to mention anything about the antiques, because some of the fellows are well nigh crazy on the subject and the next thing they will expect from me a dissertation on Winthrop desks or Sandwich glass,
William Carroll Hill sends his regular greeting. His son is now well on his way through junior year in Newton, Mass., High School, while Barbara is a sixth grader. It almost seems that I am being "drawn." I saw that boy, well maybe it wasn't last year, and he was hardly more than a toddler. Oh, well.
Henniker Sanborn didn't tell me whether or not it was true about Dave Pratt shooting the chicken, but he did say that one son is a senior at the University of California at Los Angeles, and the other a freshman at the Mackay School of Mines, University of Nevada. Furthermore he hasn't given up hope of getting in a reunion before long. Never mind the old plans now, Hennik, we'll all be glad to help you make some new ones for 1937.
Frank French's letter was dated before the recent flood, so I don't know how he fared, but at last account Frank was steady on the job.
Kenneth Morse was wondering how things would be at home with Dick with the Eastman Kodak Cos., after graduating from M.I.T. and a year in Munich, and Betty in Bradford Junior College. However he thought they'd get along. Mary paints pictures and he goes fishing. Well, I wish Mary would paint for me the picture I still have in mind of the genial Kid on a certain fishing adventure.
Secretary, 130 Woodridge Place, Leonia, N. J
