Class of 1904
The night before the Harvard-Dartmouth game twenty-one of the class: Austin, Bullock, Charron, Doonan, Edgerly, Fletcher, Gale, Ham, Johnson, Kneeland, Lampee, Leverone, Maguire, Mangurian, Moulton, Mower, Robinson, Sewall, Sexton, Streeter, and Woods, with Gene Sewall's usual body-guard, consisting of the high sheriff of York County, Maine, and one of his deputies and Fat '03 Smith, enjoyed dinner and a splendid evening of reminiscence at the University Club, Boston. We were signally honored by the unexpected appearance of John Fletcher, who seems to have completely recovered his Southern accent, which was damaged considerably during the years he spent with us at Hanover. John was in fine form and told us all about affairs in Tennessee from T. V. A. to a still which some enterprising manufacturer installed within easy walking distance of John's summer residence. Now that the still is installed and operating, John invites us to have a meeting with him in Tennessee at the first opportunty, and it was suggested that Hinman, Bartlett, Charron, Sexton, and a few others would prefer to be quartered in the house, but Bullock, Nolan, Edgerly, Kneeland, and Robinson would doubtless bring pup tents and set them up along the path to the still. Gene Sewall was not much interested in the tent proposition. Incidentally, Gene had just been re-elected chairman of the Republicans in Maine. There is a lot of talk about the lack of Republican presidential timber, but I am inclind to think it's a rather simple problem, for the Maine and Vermont leaders in the last election were conspicuous in their ability to sell Republicanism to their states, and should head the national ticket. Gene's Uncle Isaiah would make a great Cabinet. Jig Leverone told us the big-time gangsters are out, as far as Chicago is concerned—death, G-men, and lack of business have made the Windy City again safe for Sunday school conventions and 1904 tourists. Gil Moulton, perhaps a little farther from the table than he used to sit, still does a balancing act in weight-carrying that causes the envy of many of us. The meeting was turned over to Ike Charron, who immediately turned it over again after illustrating his physical condition by a few apt remarks. It's queer how age changes our individual characteristics; the only men who would not talk were Maguire and Robinson. Notes were not taken of all the remarks, for there would have been the immediate problem of what to do with them, and the license of a secretary has his limits. Squid Lampee was in fine form and gave us an interesting picture of Daniel Webster and the Dartmouth College Case, finishing his remarks by delivering Webster's peroration in his great defense of the College. It leaked out afterward that Squid has been summering at Marshfield and has spent much time delving into Webster tradition and conducting on special occasions pilgrimages to the Webster tomb in the 1904 pattern. Ralph Sexton blushed all the evening as he was complimented on his good work for the FUND.
There were serious moments too; as we appraised our losses of the past year. The life work of Bill Gray for the College and for the Tuck School will always remain a source of pride to the class. Zeus Marshall since his return to New England had been among those always present at the fall round-up, and his jovial mood, which reflected the keen enjoyment be realized on such occasions, was sadly missed. His wholesome companionship, cheerful repartee, and his capacity to play were memorialized with those sterling qualities of devotion, love and appreciation of youth; the gracious acceptance of duty which endeared him to the various communities, whom he served as adviser and friend.
Anticipating the water sports and the unusual exposure to the elements guaranteed for the following day's game, various prescriptions and antidotes for this and that were absorbed, cheerfully for the most part, or administered by that forceful minority in any gathering who know the needs of everyone. Matt Bullock told us the game would be an interesting one between two smart teams. Matt was right, but we had the best waders and swimmers.
SECRETARY GETS BOOST FROM LONDON
A recent letter from the director of admissions, Ezra Pike "Bowdoin" Rounds of Phillips Exeter, says, "We have in Exeterthis year William Moseley, the son of another of your Dartmouth classmates, whosefather is in business in London. I have notmet Mr. Moseley, but have had a great dealof correspondence with him, and heseemed happy indeed to learn that I knowyou. He spoke of you with real affectionand admiration, and I judge from his letters that you and he still keep in touch bycorrespondence." It is good to know that Bob Moseley has a son in New Hampshire, and we must make him feel at home. Some of you city fellers take him home for a free week-end, and we will try to show him a good chunk of New Hampshire mountains.
Following our custom since the beginning of the Yale-Dartmouth series, Mrs. Austin and I went down to this year's great game, saw Frank Doonan, Ned Bartlett, Herb McKennis, and Mac's son. Doubtless there were many others of our crowd among the 70,000 who were present, but it was not my good fortune to see them. Following a precedent established with the beginning of this series of Dartmouth-Yale games, our gentlemanly team spotted Yale's boys just enough points early in the game to keep Yale among the undefeated teams of the country, though their position was very insecure until the last few seconds of the game. It was a grand performance by a grand team, and as I write I am making plans to see the Cornell mixup at Hanover. Experts cannot seem to agree on the reasons for greatness in our present team. It has seemed to me that they combine alertness and intelligence with a keen instinct for following the ball that is rarely present to so great a degree in any football squad. The uncanny capacity to smother the attack of their opponents may result from good scouting, yet it has a quality of spontaneity that seems to indicate a rare combination of individuals quick to react against any type of attack.
Plan to visit Hanover and the White Mountains during the winter and see what an asset the urge for winter fun has made of New Hampshire winters—uniformly good roads, affording scenic values to be long remembered, are yours for the taking, and the spirit of youth stimulated by the hiss of skis and the pleasure of fine companionship will revive dormant instincts for outdoor pleasure.
Secretary, Waterville Valley, Waterville, N. H BOSTON ROUND-UP
