Class of 1923
This is November, but there are only seven months to go to that 15th reunion about which you have been reminded on the cover of this MAGAZINE. Plans are definitely under way, and next June will probably present your last opportunity "to be a boy again." Some of the older men, such as Cocky Lewis, Dr. Jim Taylor, and one or two others, may find it somewhat of a strain to qualify, but Cocky could wear a toupe and take an aspirin tablet, which would undoubtedly be effective, while Dr. Taylor could shave off his mustache, thus returning his appearance at least to that of a youth.
Last month there was an American Legion convention in New York City which furnished no end of suitable ideas for the "Fantastic Fifteenth." Jim Landauer and I stood on a Fifth Avenue corner making notes, both mental and with paper and pencil, about all of the goings-on that would look just as good if not better in Hanover next June. Jim has already communicated with one of the American Legion units for the use of some of their more effective equipment, and if that doesn't work we will bring the Barn'em and BaiFem Circus to Hanover.
I had the pleasure of spending last weekend in Hanover and saw the Big Green Team annihilate Amherst. As we drove up in front of the Inn, I got the impression that i,t was particularly noisy on that corner, and inside I found the answer. It was none other than Ralph Duffy. He was being attended at the moment by Sherm Baldwin, who was not so noisy in his own right but was providing Ralph with a lot of good leads which were being promptly capitalized. Both Ralph and Sherm were in good shape, and I believe can be classed as a couple of young men who are enjoying life exceedingly.
Also in Hanover I saw Dr. Jim Hennessy of Cedarcrest, Hartford, Conn. If Jim were to capture the Inter-Collegiate Skating Championship again, he would have to carry about fifty extra pounds during the race. The additional weight adds the appearance of dignity which is essential to the successful medico, all of which characterizes Jim. His wife was in Hanover also, and they will both be on hand for the 15th.
On that same week-end the local chapter of Delta Kappa Epsilon were having a "home-coming," and among others in attendance was Henry Hudson. He is not particularly changed in appearance and is engaged in the paper business near Boston.
Pudge Neidlinger is more the dean than ever. He is doing a swell job, and in his position is a classic example of a square peg in a square hole. The twins are getting to be good-sized young ladies, and they can climb the inside of a doorway about as well as a native boy can climb a cocoanut palm.
Chuck Calder was in New York a couple of weeks ago gaining instruction and experience in the gentle art of selling advertising. Chuck has just recently joined the advertising department of Esquire. Having been engaged in the men's furnishing goods' business for fourteen years with the firm of William Taylor Son & Company, he is well qualified to sell advertising to others in that same business. He will continue to live in Cleveland and will work throughout the state of Ohio. Chuck is just as smooth as when he used to prepare himself for a peerade to New York in 1923, and it wouldn't surprise this writer if Esquire eventually drafted him as a fashion plate for the well-dressed man. He probably could not kick a football as well as he did in the old days, but who in the class of can?
You never can tell what you are likely to find in a New York subway. The thing that I found was Johnny Meehan, and for a few minutes at least every one on that subway platform knew that two men, probably from Dartmouth, were seeing each other for the first time in quite a number of years. I think with some exertion Johnny's voice would carry from the 42d St. station to at least Columbus Circle. Johnny is connected with the Florida Power and Light Company in Miami. He tells me that his visit to New York is principally business, but I hope that he does not wander too close to Wall St., because the gloom is pretty thick in that vicinity these days.
Sherm Baldwin again distinguishes himself as the number one reporter for New England. He submits the following information, which is of particular interest.
Bub Eaton has given up the knitting yarn business to go into the apparently fertile field of air-conditioning with a subsidiary of the American Radiator Company. He dropped in to see me recently, and has done very well so far and is certainly very enthusiastic about his new connection. His home still remains Central St., Auburndale, Mass.
The shock of the season is the announcement that George Fuller after several seasons of very successful night club management in Boston (the Barclay Club and the Town Club) has given it up and is not reopening this fall. That in itself is somewhat shocking, but just recently I heard that George had not just given up the bright lights but had bought himself a farm in Gleasondale, Mass.—yes, a real one with cows and chickens and a barn—and is actually taking his farming very seriously. Camera, please!
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO THIS MONTH
Football relations with Harvard were renewed after a ten-year interval. They beat us 12-3.
Our lone three points were scored by a 45-yard place kick—Halsey Mills holding the ball—Neidlinger's toe furnishing the impetus and direction.
Football scores senior year were: Dartmouth 20 Norwich 0 Dartmouth 19 Maine o Dartmouth 21 Middlebury 0 Dartmouth 3 Vermont 6 Dartmouth 3 Harvard 12 Dartmouth 10 Boston Univ. 7 Dartmouth o Cornell 23 Dartmouth 28 Columbia 7 Dartmouth 7 Brown o
Men who made letters were: Chick Burke, captain; Kip Couch, manager; Cy Gordon, Pudge Neidlinger, Jim Taylor, Swede Swenson, Don Moore, Cy Aschenback, Eddie Lynch, Halsey Mills, Chuck Calder, Ossie Siegfried, Johnny Allen, Johnny Foster, Jack Lee.
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