Class of 1936
Now that the leaves are beginning to turn and the football season is sneaking up on us, your Secretary blows the dust off the class of '36 file and brings to light some interesting items.
The first group of news items might be called "Glenburnie Gleanings," if it did not make such a "hairy" (Dang Sherman) title, as there were a number of Dartmouth men at the Inn this summer. In the orchestra, we had the interesting combination of Sevy Vass, Barbary Coast drummer, and Raphael Silverman, classical violinist. In addition to these two, Art Funk played a nondescript saxophone. Sevy is returning for a second year at Hartford Business School; Ray is continuing with the study of music, and Art, who completed his Master's degree this winter, expects to be connected with one of the Eastern prep schools this fall. In order to bolster up the orchestra over Labor Day week-end, Imprasario Tread way secured the services of Bob Button and Jim Conklin. Bob has spent the winter working during the day time for a guaranteed trust company of New York, and attending law school evenings. Jim also worked in the city during the winter.
Late in August, Clif Porter dropped in for lunch. Clif spent the summer traveling with George Hambleton through Europe, where he met a number of Dartmouth men, but only '36er, Bill Garlick in Vienna. Clif also reported that Bill Yelverton is now working for the Republican National Committee.
The following day, Ralph Cockroft blew in for lunch, and we find that he will be located this winter at the International House in New York City, where he is taking a course in accounting. Ralph had just finished a summer of studying accounting, and we are proud to report covered himself with scholastic glory. Ralph told us that Jim Gidney would also be located at the International House.
Al Rader, who recently married a Skidmore girl, whose company we enjoyed immensely at dinner, but whose maiden name we have forgotten, has been doing journalistic work in New York.
Dave Fox wrote on the sth of July that he had intended to paddle over to Glenburnie from Lake George Village until he found that it was 30 miles away. Dave graduated from Tuck School this spring.
George Millimet writes: "I have beenloorking for Dad all summer, trying tolearn something about the constructionbusiness before I go back to more prosaicaffairs at law school. It's pretty excitingbuilding things—even though I must admit that I didn't hoist ma?iy beams on mybrawny shoulders."
Ed Brooks is now working in New York for Binney & Smith Cos., a carbon exporting company.
Bill Ferguson of Montclair, N. J., is working for Western Electric in their accountancy-controllers division, and Ed Merrill is working for the Home Life Insurance Cos. of New York. Speaking of insurance brokers, golf partner Walt Mosenthal reports that he is also an insurance broker, located at i Cedar St., New York City.
Dunk Newell is doing research work in Hanover, and Clark Sorensen is working in the advertising department of the B. F. Goodrich Cos.
At Commencement time, there was an informal reunion of the class, which centered around a swim and an indefinite number of beer bottles. Unfortunately your Secretary neglected to make a list of those present. However, he remembers drinking beer with Dean Gidney, Charlie Stern, Dunk Newell, Chuck Delbridge, and one or two others.
COURAGE MON AMI
The following we quote from the Boston Herald of June 27:
"Two clergymen officiated at the wedding in St. Stephen's Church in Cohassetyesterday of Miss Lillian Jean Davidson,daughter of Mr. and Mrs. William JamesDavidson of Auburndale and Cohasset, toMr. William Payson Reed, son of Mr. andMrs. Fred L. Reed of Scituate."
In addition to this announcement Mort Hair of Evanston, 111., was married this summer to Miss Ruth Adam Johnston of Highland Park. This marriage was interesting, not only because Mort was the handsomest man in our class, but because his wife's great-grandfather was a cousin of John Quincy Adams, the sixth president of the United States.
LETTER OF THE MONTH
This award goes to Pat Pope for a long and informative letter written June 19, which will give the class much more information than your Secretary has been able to accumulate. "Dear Dick:
"With a fervent prayer that the dear dead days are not as yet beyond recall, we (in typical Lindbergh style—my typewriter and I are writing you this epistle with informative intent. Perhaps you recall the gentleman (?) as named above who has been since June, 1934, Dartmouth ex-'36, finances—that dreaded bugaboo—having prevented our return to Hanover.
"With the aid of Lady Luck and a gracious boss, I was able to spend a week in Hanover preceding Commencement exercises, but managed to see and catch the spirit of reunioners before business necessitated returning to New York on June 14. It was a source of surprise and, we might add, satisfaction to learn from some of the 'sj6ers still in town that our presence had been missed and interest had not entirely waned as to our welfare; so much so that these inquiries gave us impetus for the following:
"Hanover is, of course, the gem of the universe and the garden spot of the world at this time of year, and feasting our eyes upon its verdant loveliness for the first time since 1934 proved a wonderful tonic in itself. We bumped into quite a few '36 classmates, but missed an encounter with your honorable self, which was quite disappointing, as rumor had it that you would be in town for fun and frolic during the reunion days. However, if you were there, we hope you had a good time, and if not—better luck next year.
"Personally, our post-college days have had their ups and downs. After spending the summer of 1934 as life guard at Larchmont Yacht Club, we found a job in the banking field and struggled through about a year and a half at this occupation. Banking, by the by, is not recommended by the writer unless the neophyte financier can be elected president at the time of his employment. Our next jump was to the medicine business along the lines of sales promotion and advertising, coupled with detailing doctors and selling. This was a bit more remunerative and infinitely more interesting—having worked our way up to vice-president and treasurer in a small organization. Recently a transferral into another and larger affiliated company shows better promise of a respectable living, and, by doing part time work in the old job, the V.P. and Treas. position still holds. Petrolagar Laboratories is the latest employer, and very good too—ask any doctor.
"So much for personal victories or defeats in the game of life. Amidst many bent elbows we were able to take notes and get a line on some of the others.
"Victor Kiarsis was laden with medschool texts whenever we saw him, and plans to go to N. Y. U. med-school during the coming school year. Vic stated that dutiful pounding of the learned pages kept him off the football field, but rest assured that he has not lost any of his huskiness and breadth of shoulder.
"Walt Chase was to be found at the A.K.K. house and also a product of Dartmouth's med-school. Either Walt didn't tell or I have forgotten his plans for pursuance of the elusive M.D. in the years to come. Dan McEndy plans to come to New York after his last national board medical exam and we hope to see him here. Dan looks well and pulled in good marks from the med profs. McEndy is slated for McGill Univ. Likewise Chuck Richards, another medical student, who trounced us ignominiously in three sets on the tennis courts. Chuck has made application to enter Western Reserve and will be found in the vicinity of Cleveland, Ohio, during his next two years of study. Bud Soule roomed with Chuck during their last year at Hanover med-school and proved to be as good an elbow-bender, if not better, than some of the older grads. Jack Shaw was also graduating during our stay in Hanover; his plans were not divulged to the multitude assembled.
"Bill Crandall, whose hand we gladly shook at the faculty dance, recalled days and members of the bygone lacrosse team of 1936. Bill is still handsome, and is pointing for a law degree somewhere in Albany. 'Shifty' Len Hoefler is doing the same at Harvard and getting along well. While in Hanover, word came that Charlie Brooks (now in the furniture business) will check out of the bachelors' club some time this June in favor of Faith (the bride) and married life.
"Last fall, a very tardy bit of information we must admit, we attended a party out in Huntington, Long Island. A festive occasion next door was running us competition, and, upon investigation, we learned that Jack Klauer was saying farewell before going to Cuba or some equally far-off place. Another party in Westchester revealed that Dang Sherman and Johnnie Phillips were still alive.
"Business took us to Philadelphia some time ago, where we were lucky enough to find Jim Scott at home. Jim said he worked hard at Temple (and what med. student doesn't), but found medicine and the school quite to his liking. Bill Sicher did his dissecting and anatomical probing at Chicago University. We hope to see him soon. A 1 Montague was another Hanoverian medico, and he found time between exams to have a bite with us about town.
"In a roundabout way, news trickled in of Vic Sabari. Rita, a girl he has known since being knee-high etc., and a girl we have known for some time, and Vic schemed for weeks on a trip to Hanover for reunion days, but business intervened. Vic slaves away in Trenton, N. J. Also Nelson P. Brown (Bill) is running his brother-inlaw's factory, but we don't know what kind of a factory, in the general location of Boston.
"Those who have not been back to Hanover since the fires of the past year will have quite a treat in store for them in the reconstruction of old Dartmouth Hall and Saia's munching emporium. The latter has been rechristened 'The College Inn' and is very colorfully redecorated; in fact, Orozco's Frescos had better look to their laurels lest they be outdone in chromatic brilliance. For the more sentimental, however, George Gitsis is still on the conservative side, and 'The Campus' is hardly a day older in appearance.
Secretary, Lynde Lane, Williamstown, Mass.
