Class of 1919
Our recent exhortation for subscriptions to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE has called forth an immediate and generous response from our classmates all over the country. For the most part they were jeers, cat-calls, and insults entirely unprintable, but still it was gratifying to know that some, at least, read the little messages we sometimes send out. The immediate cause of this response was a slight slip due to what is generally referred to vaguely as "causes beyond our control." We said we must have a check by the 15th and mailed the thing on the 17th; however, hardly anyone believes a word we say, and we received checks by the basketful for the rest of the month.
A notable exception to this nasty treatment handed out by the class at large was a small note attached to the subscription of one Bill Eddy, famous as an honorary member of the class of 1919, and in lesser degree as president of Hobart College. He intimated tactfully that due to the press of business it had somehow been neglected by him until long after the dead line. To him, our thanks for his futile effort to maintain intact our self-respect.
Jimmie Bear, big official of the Detroit Clearing House, was recently in Boston for the A. B. A. Convention—lunched with Munro and ourself, and reported almost perfect health and great well-being for Phil Watson and Staff Hudson. He also stated that Bill Cunningham had recently been In Detroit, and had slowed up recovery by keeping all Dartmouth men in the territory away from their jobs while he talked of this and that for what turned out to be a four-hour lunch. We left Jimmie busy with a pencil, trying to figure out how he could stretch the convention out to last through the Brown, Harvard, and Yale games.
One of the first signs of the football season was a perplexed Billy Higgins, stopping us in Thompson's Spa and asking us unanswerable questions concerning football tickets. The Martins write that they are to be in and around Boston at the Brown and Harvard games. Spider also writes with aggravating lack of detail that Red McCleery and his wife were in New York the last week in September; picking that time, between the Legion and the World Series, so that they would be sure of avoiding all excitement. Also Jim Wilson was in town for the Legion doings, and all those wild stories you have heard about legionnaires were done personally by our Jim. Just how those two inseparables were pried apart on New York trips so nearly coinciding will remain a mystery.
A recent search for Mose Freedberg, bigshot insurance man formerly of Winchester, disclosed that he has returned to his old haunts and is operating in Salem again. Word has also reached us that the big speaker at the Financial Advertisers Convention was none other than our own Clarence Buttenwieser. Mun tells us that he has just heard from Rabbi Raible the sad news that he has lost his oldest boy by drowning last September. The measureless tragedy of such news strikes at every heart, and we are sure the sympathy of every 'iger goes out to Rabbi and Mrs, Raible. They are carrying on bravely, however, as might be expected, and plan to come East for one of the games.
Secretary, Framingham Center, Mass.
