Class of 1934
Strange to tell, this last month of the academic year finds this particular class scribe with a slew of correspondence on his hands, hoping that the tycoons of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE will be able to squeeze all these random wanderings into the issue, so that the summer will find the class files unhaunted by the months-old ghosts of imprinted letters.
Kindly note the new secretarial address. Forsaking all others, such as 30 Fifth Ave. and 193 Brookdale Ave., please address all communications to 126 Beaufort Place, New Rochelle, N. Y. Or if all these residential changes get too complicated, one can always reach me at Time, Inc., 135 East 42d St., New York City, which address can always be found on the cover of Time magazine.
Well, let's see: Mr. and Mrs. William H. Scherman announce the birth o£ a daughter, named Catherine Elizabeth, on April 29, 1936. All parties, even including the father, are taking the event calmly, but with an inner exuberance which breaks forth in a bland smile whenever the babe utters a few war cries from the room beyond.
And also comes news of a David Rowland Bathrick, born April 17, 1936. Proud parents: Mr. and Mrs. John N. Bathrick.
Someone who must remain anonymous wonders, "How in hell did C. & G. get the football captain for next year?"
In the polyglot typing of which only a United Press machine is capable, comes a letter from Ernie Barcella, from which we quote selected exerpts:
"Properly penitent for that squib which appeared in the '35 notes, I emerge humbly from my long lethargy in the hope that you have not already consigned me to the doghouse. The Ethiopian in the timber was one Dick Montgomery '35, who revealed to his class secretary that I have long since been married. The plug! Just to square things up, let the class of '35 find out from '34 that said Montgomery will be listed as a parent the first week in May. (Who is this guy Winchell?)
"Truth to tell, I was married June 18, !935> t0 Louise Berniere in North Haven, Conn. To the members of the class who can't muster enough fortitude for the altar act, I prescribe my own copyrighted remedy. Exactly 11 days before I was married I watched three guys (the notorious Millen Brothers and Abe Faber) sizzle in the hot seat at Charlestown State Prison .... in my capacity as United Press staff man. Everything after that is just a breeze.
"The executions were a swell treat. And I say this, knowing that will jar the sensitivities of our Mr. Moe Frankel, who was a violent opponent of capital punishment back in the days of Prof. Holben's Socy 57.
"Been in Boston since September, 1934. Since then I've been handling every conceivable assignment from crime to upsidedown stomach operations. Five months ago I was appointed night manager of the New England bureau of the U. P. here in bawdy Boston.
"In Hanover I've seen Henry Martorano, representative of the Shell Eastern Petroleum. In Boston there have been Colonel Thompson, who's free-lancing here after a session with the A. P. in Portland; Cap'n Jim McHugh of Standard Oil, who plans to wed shortly; Bob Webb, schoolboy sports editor at the Transcript; Bob Benoit, who's in the shoe business; Bob Bennett, browsing around in one of those long streamlined cars; Dick Emerson, leading insurance agent for Phoenix.
"Guess this persiflage will hold you for another two years."
Ed Fuller, bemoaning my statistical error of listing Abercrombie as the "lone musician," sends a reminder that he too belongs in the list. The letterhead tells part of the story: Edwin R. Fuller, organist and choirmaster, St. Mark's church, Augusta, Me. He adds that he has four choirs requiring considerable training, holds down perhaps eight services and four rehearsals per week, in addition to private teaching and a weekly radio program. Glory be to Zeus that some of us have time for a movie and an occasional stroll down by the East River.
Another correction swells the aviation and navy representation to two each. Earl Draper writes that he and Dave Mitchell are aviation cadets in the Naval Reserve, stationed at Pensacola. "I was employedas a chemist at the Oxford Paper Companyin Rumford, Me., for about seven months.But the job had little prospect, and the lifeof an aviator sounded pretty good. So Isigned up with Uncle Sam for four years.The first will be spent here learning to flyall types of service ships, land and water_If we are fortunate enough to successfully conclude the course here, we willspend three years on the West Coast withthe fleet."
Having spent the last three semesters at Harvard Grad. School in geology, Herb Jackson is now at Cornell, working for a Ph.D. in mammalogy. What is more important, Herb wants us to know about his engagement last fall to Miss Muriel E. Andrews, of Lynn, Mass., and promises to keep us posted on further developments.
John Poole wishes to make (a report on) a slight addition to the list of '34 babies, having heard many months ago that there is a George Ellis 111. Also that "Brice Banksstopped by (Chicago) in a race to the Coast.It was the 18th of March, and he was duethere the 21st to collect a $lO bet. Therezoere some 56 cents in his pocket."
Following the career of this wandering minstrel: a letter from Fred Finaldo records Brice as dropping into Los Angeles . . . .
"not from the sky, but off a freight. He hasbeen seeing America with thumb and boxcar, but seems about ready to set himselfdown and work at the first offer of a decent job." Fred has changed his address to 206 Bronwood, Westwood, Calif., and is anxious that any who get in touch do so by that address. Westwood, it seems, is just another suburb of Los Angeles .... the one housing the UCLA campus .... and Fred is still going well at the Culver City studios of M. G. M.
WHO IS THIS BLONDE?
Glazer gripes slightly because when he goes to the office in a clean shirt they send him to the women's stockrooms, where he finds the dirt a couple of inches thick and the stock in a turmoil. Outside his executive capacity Phil mentions a few strawberry festivals, and a blonde who is 5 foot 10.
Report from Charles B. Strauss: "When your correspondent was an employed journalist, he was an author. Now this may be a blow to your summary of class economics, but your list of authors will have to be slashed 50 per cent. The last you heard of me I was working for the Committee on Fair Play and dropping an occasional free lance in the mailbox. The accent was on the free in free lance.
"Along about January 1, I received my call, as they say. I was taken on the editorial staff of the Washington Times. First I legged it, covering anything from Dr. Townsend's straight man act before the Optimists' Club to early morning blazerouts residents from apartment house innighties. Mr. Hearst was good to me, and made me a police court reporter, although he didn't know it. It was the city editor's idea.
"I covered held for grand jury on larcenycharge and judge fines friend two dollars, not to mention a few episodes in Congressman's jig with the traffic courts. Then Mr. Hearst lost me, although he didn't know it. I've been here about a month now as editor of the Madison (N. J.) Eagle, a suburban weekly. I write one half of the paper and edit both halves."
This column is quite happy to announce on behalf of Lex Paradis that he, together with Adrian Nitschelm 'gs, is opening a small place in Glen, N. H., to be termed Glenwood on the Saco. Located on High- way No. 18 between Bartlett and Glen, it will be run as a haven for mountain travelers and others passing by, endeavoring, as Lex puts it, "to combine that intangiblebut ever real Dartmouth tradition withfundamental principles of good hotel keeping and hospitality. We don't want Glenwood to be just another tourist house, andhave been directing our efforts toward maksomething different." Spode china from England, the best English blankets, and Sheffield silver are examples of the equipment to be installed. The place will be open all year round, and Lex looks forward to the opportunity of taking care of any friends and classmates who are up in that section of New England.
When heard from, Paradis was preparing to wind up his affairs at the Princess Hotel in Bermuda, anticipating his return to the States to take up the new work.
Another happy precinct reporting is Susie Sulzbacher .... working for L. F. Rothschild, on Wall St informing us of his engagement last December to Miss Hazel Jacobs of Jacksonville, Fla., and Smith College. It all started on a week end to Hamp. The wedding will take place June 16, day after Smith's Commencement.
And now a few words from J. B. Torinus, who flagged a train and got a letter out of Green Bay, Wis. John says that he gave his Dartmouth-pure soul over to journalism the day after pulling into the home town, and has been working ever since as general odd-job editor on the Green Bay PressGazette. He writes headlines, covers the hospitals, chats with the firemen, carries up the papers, and watches basketballs go round and round six days out of the week. "Because of the fact that the houses herewere covered at least by six feet for thewinter months, I did not get out often.However, when Phil Eckels is not sufferingfrom blisters on the hands from, nailing topson egg crates, or blisters on the posternfrom putting down little figures in books inred ink, he manages to scribble off a note,and either he or I trudge the 40 miles andbend the elbow over a bit of Wisconsinbeer.
"Buzz Hartman also has treked up' intothese climes on tw,o occasions, doing policework for a Chicago chain furniture company. He reported that he had bumpedsquarely into Bill French, of the BarabooFrenches, while taking an accounting courseat Madison I was just reading in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE where the radicals havecaptured control of The Dartmouth, andfeel like shedding a crocodile tear or two."
Ray Snow making field surveys of industrial concerns near Westport, Conn., in regard to management services Walt Blood promoted in the Bank of N. Y. to investment work John Randall reacting against U. of Minnesota Law School finding it too easy, deciding to join the rest of us "in the cruel world and see if I canchisel out a niche, with emphasis on thechisel." ..... John is thinking over several ideas in this connection, with particularly fond glances toward owning his own business Bill Daniels now a foreman in the Safety Glass Division of LibbyOwens-Ford And so a farewell till October.
Secretary, 126 Beaufort Place, New Rochelle, N. Y.
