Class Notes

Worcester

October 1937 Sherman Baldwin '23
Class Notes
Worcester
October 1937 Sherman Baldwin '23

ON THE evening of August 10, a gang of 65 braved the heat and humidity to take in an informal get-together staged at the Svea Gille on Lake Quinsigamond. Our usual Worcester crowd was very pleasantly supplemented by a group of vacationing undergraduates and by encouragingly larger delegations from other cities in the county.

A. R. Tout '18, and C. F. Hitchcock '10, who came in from Winchendon and Hardwick, respectively were cited for long distance attendance while the "Guest of Honor" award was shared equally by Ken Harvey '24, who landed in Worcester that day and was prevailed upon to stay over for the festivities and Joe Byram '32, who has just recently arrived in Worcester to take a position in the Mechanics National Bank. Incidentally, Joe succeeds another Dartmouth man, Cleve Poole '24, who has moved to Providence, R. I.

The only definitely scheduled part of the evening was supper wherein the Svea Gille did itself proud with one of its famous smorgasbords. In order to please everyone and satisfy even those, like Parker Trowbridge 'l3, whose fastidious tastes rebelled at pickled fish, etc., the menu also included broilers.

Before supper some of our more rugged (?) members including Jack McAuliffe 'l6, and Harry Midgely '4O, indulged in a swim and later in the evening Prexy Sam Butler '3O, engineered the showing of three reels of movies—those parts of "Life at Dartmouth" covering fall, winter, and spring activities.

From then on the evening was "take your pick." Bus Barnett '23, and Sonny Tilton '26, Phil '25, and Paul '27, O'Connell staged one of their famous and expert bridge battles ably kibitzed by Bill Brown '36, Ralph Duffy '23, and Spud Spaulding '24.

Bill Vroom '4O ably showed the results of his first year at Hanover by giving some of the boys quite a lesson in "Dealer's Choice," with Dick Canton '2B, Pinky Booth '24, and those golf-playing twins, Ben Hill '32, and Loren Westhaver '2B among the victims.

And so went the evening—and part of the morning.