Class of 1898
On September 5 the Secretary in returning from a trustees' meeting of St. Johnsbury Academy spent a most pleasant visit at Wolfeboro, N. H., on the shore of Lake Winnepesaukee. Ev Snow and Ruth were there with their two charming daughters and a guest. Elizabeth, the older daughter, holds a very responsible position with a Boston banking concern. Margaret, the younger, is at the Children's Hospital, and her work, for which she has been thoroughly trained, is in conjunction with that of the doctors.
In July the Secretary called on Seth Pope and wife at Sandwich, Mass. What a happy home he found! Seth was busy working on a new house just purchased. The house is 150 years old, and the Popes have made it over into a most comfortable abode. At the time of my call Seth and wife were rejoicing in a visit from their two daughters from the Middle West, Mrs. Charles Butler with daughter Nancy Lee and Mrs. George Giles with her two sons, George Jr., four years old, and Frederick Pope Giles, fourteen months old. What a happy time they were having on old Cape Cod! The husbands also came on for a visit later.
"Little Indian" Bill Hewes was in town the week of September 3 and called on "Buck" Chandler, Denis Crowley, and Joe Bartlett. Joe was good enough to invite Bill and the Secretary to lunch at the Parker House, and what a reunion we had. Bill hasn't quite as much on his head as in the old days, but what a lot he has inside, and that is what counts. Several western states have passed resolutions praising the wonderful roads he has built. Mrs. Hewes has just published her eighth book, "The Cape Cod Musket." This book should be read by every Dartmouth man, for it speaks of the fine contribution made by that intrepid Dartmouth traveler Ledyard in the time of Thomas Jefferson. Bill was especially anxious to see "Big Indian" Macandrew and was much saddened by being too late. The children are placed as followsLawrence I. Jr., farm security adviser. He visited Scotland in 1936, England, Sweden, Germany, and France in 1937. He has a son four years old. Mary E. (Mrs. Theodore W. Michels) lives in San Marino (Pasadena). John A., resident engineer of the U. S. Bureau of Public Roads, Oregon. David D., a graduate student of philosophy, University of California. Calhoun S., a sophomore at State Agricultural College, Logan, Utah.
"Jack" Spring presided over the twoday conference of the New England state tax officials held in Hanover, September 20 and 30. "Jack" had been chosen president of the association last year at the convention in Vermont. This year he thought it would be quite fitting to have the annual meeting in Hanover, as he had secured President Hopkins and Professor James P. Richardson as two of the speakers. Not only did "Jack" preside but he took an active and influential part in the discussion.
With pleasure I quote from a recent letter received from "Pete" Adams:
"As you know, my two boys came late in my life and it is still difficult for me to realize that the children of many of the members of the class finished college years ago. Edmund is nearly thirteen years old and John about eleven. They are attending a private school in Pasadena and keep me thoroughly busy brushing up on information, some of which was long since laid aside. French and Latin go fairly well, but some of the geography and history since 1918 needs looking into. A severe blow was the report from Edmund that the teacher said the method I showed him for doing square root is now all out of date. I did think I knew arithmetic! After this school I hope the boys may take a year or two at an eastern academy like Andover and then head for Dartmouth if possible. My father was Dartmouth 1858, and the old traditions should not fail. Neither of the boys gives much promise of the physique of a football player, each being sion. If they continue to go upward, however, they might be able to pick off forward passes over the heads of the other team.
"Albert Smith and his wife Mabel passed through here during the spring on the way back from a Mexican trip, and we had a good reunion. Time has dealt pretty gently with him, and he has changed very little. Except for Albert I have not seen a '9B man for a long time.
"I am hoping the best about getting to the class reunion next spring. It happens that I have to go to Stockholm next summer, and if luck holds I might reach Hanover on the way East. It is a pity that life gets cluttered up with scientific meetings and large telescopes which interfere with the really important things!"
John Gilman has been made a major in the United States Army. Recently Major Gilman and Mrs. Gilman gave a dinner at the officers' club and had many distinguished army officers as their guests.
In September the Secretary slipped over one night to New York and had most interesting calls on Ted Leggett and President Fritz Robbert. Ted Leggett, treasurer of the great Western Electric Company and busy executive, took time out to give me much of his valuable time. He was frequently summoned to the telephone, and I heard him discussing a two-million-dollar proposition with all the nonchalance that I would call for a breakfast of ham and eggs and a cup of coffee with possibly a glass of orange juice to start the digestive process. He had everything at his fingers end and his office was neatness itself. He rang up President Robbert and warned him what was in store for him. When I called on Fritz, what a warm greeting he gave me, and soon ordered lunch for two. How we did talk of all the 'gBers and the professors and Dr. Tucker. Ninety-eight is fortunate in its great-hearted and loyal president. If his spirit pervades the class, our future will be a most happy one.
I called up Seelman on the telephone and only regret that I could not pay him a visit. Seelman has done much altruistic work and is filling the position as trustee of the Colleges of Greater New York in a most acceptable manner. This came to him by appointment of Mayor LaGuardia. He has also written a book on Libel that has made the lawyers of the great state of New York his debtors. It is an authority on this subject and is praised very highly by the ablest jurists of the state.
I was unable to locate Doc Nolan, but did talk with his better nine-tenths, Mrs. Nolan.
After that inspiring visit to New York I am more and more convinced that '9B can hold its own with any class of the present or past.
It is with sincere regret that the Secretary failed to see Joe Bartlett and Buck Chandler at the funeral of Charlie Duncan at Concord, N. H. Not only were they both there, but they were honorary pallbearers and accompanied the body of our much loved classmate to the cemetery. Jack Spring, Ev Snow, Bob Peck, and the Secretary sat together at the funeral, and none of us saw Buck and Joe—a most singular coincidence.
Many items of interest keep coming to me about "Indian" Macandrew. Ted Leggett told me that "Mac" told him one day of a seventy-yard punt that he made and that was soon followed by a seventy-yard run for a touchdown.
One of the ablest judges on the Superior Court of Massachusetts as well as one of the most popular is Honorable Frederick W. Fosdick, Amherst 1898. Judge Fosdick was the "Fritz" Fosdick of our day and was a very capable center on the Amherst varsity football team and manager of the varsity baseball team. The judge told me one day in the Boston City Club that the "Indian" paid him the highest compliment that he had ever received. He said the Amherst football team used to stop at Norwich Inn when they played Dartmouth at Hanover. The "Indian" always went over to hob-nob with his good friend Fosdick. One day he said to Fosdick, "Fritz, do you knowyou do not remind me of an Amherst manat all; you act and talk and look like aDartmouth man."
George Farley told me when I called on him in September that he will never forget how the "Indian" used to say to Captain McCornack when a furious charge was necessary to advance the ball, "Gimme theball, Mac, gimme the ball." May we all remember this saying of "Big Indian" Macandrew when a difficult duty comes to us and be ready to say to the Great Captain, "Here am I, send me."
Secretary, 57 Grove Hill Ave., Newtonville, Mass.
