Class of 1934
Grab your hats, boys, here we go again. For another rollicking, frolicking year in the class notes of 1934. Starring all the bright successes of Dartmouth's greatest class of the generation, and featuring as special events the comedy, pathos, tragedy, and whimsy of '34's great lovers, business men, playboys, and gunmen. Amazing! Spectacular! The greatest show on earth!
I don't know officially how the tithe collectors feel about the situation, but merely as a sideline observer I would say that the '34 Alumni Fund committee could report progress. This column realizes that we still have a long way to go before we can form a mutual admiration society, but on the theory that a backpat is worth a thousand scowls, it is well worth remarking that an advance from eleventh to ninth place (among classes 1923-1935) is just two steps nearer our goal of 100% contribution.
Sorry we won't be seeing you at the Norwich game. Reason: no game. However, there will be a class dinner in New York on Wednesday, October 6. It is very likely that at that time we will hear further details on the Dartmouth Club's early move to another site, inklings of which you have probably picked up. This gathering will be the first of the year, and as formerly, class dinners will be held on the first Wednesday of each month.
Speaking for the class and for myself, I want to pay the greatest respect to that ace of Dartmouth men who was so suddenly and so tragically taken from us during the summer. I have heard several fellows remark that Jack Hill will stand next to Bob Michelet in the hall of fame for the Dartmouth classes of our time.
During the summer several vital statistics have come my way.
BORN: to Mr. and Mrs. William W. Leveen, a daughter, Judith Loye, on April 15-
BORN: Let him tell it himself: "Oursecond daughter arrived May 22, too latefor publication. Bearing the name of Patricia, she is in the best of shape, as is Molly.I'm still trying to land the unwary millbuyers with unwanted lots of wool andhave nothing to report anent other classmembers."
MARRIED: Miss Lois Anna Freyberg and John Daniels (Jack) O'Brien, in Mount Vernon, N. Y., May 12.
MARRIED: Miss Mary Luella Harris and Robert Carl Palmer, in Cleveland, May 15.
MARRIED: Miss Julia Charlotte Parsons and Herbert Alden Andresen, in Arlington, Mass., June 12. MARRIED: Miss Virginia Ann DeVoe and David Henry Callaway, in New York, June 5.
MARRIED: Miss Ruth Evelyn Heidkamp and Arthur Philip Moebius, in Worthington, N. Y., June 29. Since this item comes from the press rather than from an announcement, there is more detail. Miss Heidkamp attended the Marjorie Webster School and is a graduate of the Washington (D. C.) School of Physical Education. Art is now with F. Schumacher & Cos. in New York.
MARRIED: Miss Kathryn Bishop and Robert Hobson Douglass, in New York, September 2.
MARRIED: Miss Barabara Edith Twombly and Dana Stearns Redington, in St. Johnsbury, Vt., September g.
Congratulations, best wishes and all other proper and appropriate greetings to these senders of good tidings.
From Bonn on the Rhine comes a card from El Fulton, with scribbled figures on it, about which El remarks: "This is acrummy thing to write on, but a vender didhis arithmetic hereon and it is much real.I'm doing the Rhine Valley to here. Andnow it is Heidelberg, Munich, etc. I've justclimbed jour stories on wine, and mydignity in cards is gone. Auf Wiedersehen."
John Randall maintains bachelor quarters with a couple of lads from Wisconsin and Minnesota Universities, respectively. In fact he claims it is a rather elaborate set-up for Minneapolis. "Having been almost completely lost," he says, "in theabysmal gloom of this Swedish Heaven fora couple of years, I am just beginning topole my nose out from under. After spending said two years in unending researchof one sort or another, I have yet to meetany substantial member of the burg's socially elite, but I feel that my efforts havenot been entirely unrewarded. In shortI feel confident that should any of the classwanderers ever end up in this forsakenspot, I could, on a moment's notice, provide entertainment of any sort. The underside of the footstool on which I am sittinghas the finest list in captivity engravedthereon. But there, I'm bragging."
John works for the Minneapolis-Honeywell Regulator Cos. He was hired as an apprentice aiming for the sales force. He fooled everyone by staying in the production end and becoming assistant to the assistant in charge of something or other.
A new and welcome correspondent to this column is a citizen named Abbey Surrey, Brown '36, who writes up A 1 Hewitt's summer activities in such a pleasant and readable way that I quote him directly and entirely:
"Alan Hewitt, Dartmouth '34, an outstanding thespian while an undergraduate at college, is currently appearing opposite Frances Farmer of cinema fame in 'At Mrs. Beamis.' Hewitt takes Alfred Lunt's role as the ingratiating scrapegrace, while Miss Farmer appears as the fiery Chilean mistress, Laura, Lynn Fontanne's former part. Mildred Natwick appears as Miss Shoe. For one week the play has been seen at Day Tuttle's and Richard Skinner's (S. R. O. nightly) Westchester Playhouse, in swank Mt. Kisco, N. Y. Next week it will be presented at their summer theatre in Westport, Conn., owned by Laurence Langer.
"Hewitt, who, 'off the record' revealed to the writer that he is black and blue from his second scene fight (not faked—viz. all the lemons, china, etc., thrown) with Miss Farmer, has not been booked for any fall productions as yet. Acting as his own agent, he appeared in a number of successful Broadway plays during the past year.
"Recently cigar-smoking Mervyn Leroy, Warner Bros.' bright boy, gave Hewitt a 'personal' screen test, personal because Alan will not consider the movies 'til he's 'ripe,' as he puts it.
"Anxious now to see his face lengthen, now that he is over 6 feet tall, Hewitt seems pleasantly unlike the pimply 'Brightie' at New York's Townsend Harris High School (where he also acted). He lives on 52d Street, says he's satisfied with $5O a week (Hollywood, note!), and he was kissed aplenty for 12 performances by that Farmer girl!"
May I take space here to thank Dave Luck for the kind kudos expressed in his recent letter. Dave had no special news, but wanted to say "greetings," and to guarantee that he is still alive. Letter came from Detroit.
Bob Wilmot recently broke his long silence to dispel our fears, as he expressed it, "or hopes, that I have been gagged sincehaving taken unto myself a fine wife." John Gilbert, he says, "sometimes knownas Clutey, to distinguish himself from ourpiano-torturing classmate," still holds forth at U. S. Rubber Export. Bob saw him recently at Indian Neck, which he carefully explains is a place, and not an aboriginal pastime. Both Wilmot and Gilbert went bad on the horses, due, no doubt, to not having bought any of Chico Marx's tuttzi- fruttzi books. Bob also runs frequently into Vin Muti, whom he saw so many times in the same building that he finally questioned him and learned that he was gainfully employed in the same corporation, United States Steel.
Bob goes on: "Literally have I lost alltrack of my companion and partner inmany criminal adventures, Maury O'Connor. The last time seen by me was he busypushing the stuff that made Milwaukeefamous down into his gullet, thereby producing an exhilarating effect—not that Iwould incriminate him alone, as I myselfdid find myself in a similar state, for Iwould help him at this pleasing task. Thiswas in Ramon's at Washington. His whereabouts since that time, almost two yearsago, I have not been informed and wouldlike to be. If you can locate him, dear Sec'y,please do.
"Enough, and I take my leave."
So do I. See you next month.
Secretary, 126 Beaufort PL, New Rochelle, N. Y.
