Class of 1914
We shall start this month's reporting with Bert Wood, whose premier lament is that Saturday afternoon rehearsals for a radio show the same night prevent him from listening to the broadcasts of the Dartmouth games. However, there is a silver lining, as Bert writes to get addresses of the boys in the South and Cuba, where he plans to spend a good share of the winter. We are indeed envious.
Bert writes he had a pleasant call from Gil McDo'nough, who dropped in on the way from Denver. He and Gil have already communicated with Vogie Stiles and Walt Netsch to start the nucleus of a motor cavalcade from the West to our Twenty-Fifth Reunion. This is a fine idea, Bert, and we are suggesting to our president that he appoint you chairman of a special com- mittee of ways and means to make this a Jong peerade.
We nearly had a photostat made of Larry Day's post card and he is right on the last line. "If you can read it you are good!" We will try to summarize it as well as possible. His daughter graduated from Katharine Gibbs School with special certificate of merit last May, and has been hostess at Brown's Camps at Kezar Lake this summer. She plans to enter the advertising profession.
He says the other Days are rambling along in Portland. His son apparently has recovered from an illness undergone this spring. Larry has just had the house painted, still has life insurance for sale .... and they go sailing in their spare time and now they have sold their boat and paid the taxes. Now he is building another boat and hopes to sail it next summer, then sell it and pay his taxes again.
Thanks a lot, Larry, and use two post cards the next time, please.
Tony Rud's card is postmarked from Sheffield, Mass., whence he reports his daughter Betsy is now a junior at the University of North Carolina and his son Anthony will be in the class of '43 at Hanover. He says he tried his first subsistence farming with fiction as cash crop this summer. "Like the Berkshires immensely,though they seem to be populated chieflyby blister beetles, bean beetles, cutworms,stink bugs, and sechlike varmints. At leastthat's the population I met with on this 22-acre patch."
Well, Tony, your old pal Dan Roberts, who was a farmer and gold miner when he came to college, now has turned sissy and runs moving picture theatres. And you, with your hard-boiled shirts and manicured nails in college, have turned farmer . . . . which just about balances things out in this cockeyed world of ours.
Best of luck to you, Tony!
Wally Drake has been laid up most of the time since February with arthritis and sciatic neuritis. He says his last stretch has been twelve weeks, but he is now beginning to get up again. His son Robert, who is 6 feet 1 inch, and Donald, about the same height, he expects to get certified for Dartmouth.
Speedy recovery to you, Wally!
The group around Boston met at the Parker House the night before the Harvard game and had an excellent round-up. In addition to the regulars, Sig Larmon and Dick Pritchard were in Boston attending the meeting of the Alumni Council. Joe Batchelder was a long-distance visiting fireman, and most of us hadn't seen him since graduation. Joe, as you know, has a son on the basketball team in Hanover.
We had a short class meeting, and Larry Day was appointed to be chairman of a class committee to attend the funeral of Ted Marriner when the remains shall arrive in this country.
Letters signed by all those present were sent to Bill Slater and Ducky Drake, as they were both under the weather, and we believe this was the first class party in Boston either of them had missed.
Oh, yes! Ernie Kimball and Joe Batchelder have undergone duplicate minor operations, the precise details of which either will be glad to furnish to you in case you were not at the meeting.
We missed Red and Dorothy Loudon, but Red later wrote that he hopes to get down for some of the later games.
Dean Emerson, who makes pins and such trifles in Derby, Conn., says there is no news beyond being all well and happy. And that indeed is something these hectic days.
Paul Brown laments that he has no children to write about, but says that he is well in Minneapolis and sends his best regards to all.
The post card sent to Harvey Hodges Smith of 8311 Franklin Boulevard, Cleveland, Ohio, was returned unclaimed. If anyone knows his whereabouts will he kindly notify the Secretary?
Ray Trott's oldest boy is at Deerfield Academy, and he has two daughters in schools in Providence. Beyond these bare statistics Ray admits nothing.
Rocky Flanders' family now numbers four, Robert Jr., Charles, Mary, and Gretchen, respectively eleven, nine, seven and five. Rocky is a practicing physician in Manchester, N. H., and if any of you are going through there we can tell you that the latchstring is always ajar.
Harold Bean, who practices medicine in Salem, Mass., writes that he has just taken on the care of crippled children in Southern Essex County under the National Security Act, and has been having a very busy time with infantile in his community this fall His daughter Barbara is entering the Chamberlain School in Boston and Ruth is in Salem High.
Perhaps some of you noticed in the papers about the supposedly typhoid-infested steamship Hansa, which had quite an adventure in New York harbor late in the summer. John Burleigh and his family, along with 989 others, were part of the passenger list. They were kept under observation for weeks, but fortunately they came out clear. John's elder son George is a member of the class of 1940 at Hanover, while Jack is at Exeter on his way to Dartmouth likewise.
Parker Margeson's daughter Jean is spending her second year at Smith.
The advertising results of this column have never been appreciated, not even by its perpetrator. You may recall we mentioned the matter of silk hosiery, and durned if a couple of days after publication we didn't get some of the duckiest and sheerest—size correct and all—from Parker Margeson, who, as you should know, is manufacturing vice president of Marshall Field. Thanks heaps, Marge, you sure are in right at our house!
We just love samples and if any of the boys are in the silver fox business
Henry Koelsch writing us from London, tells us his new address is 46 Prince's Gate, London S. W. 7, England—in case any of the boys are passing through. His eldest son, Peter Hubbard, after securing a certificate from Stowe School in Buckingham, Bucks, is now studying French in Paris headed for the Sorbonne. His other two boys, Philip Carlton and John Kelvin, are students at the Westminster School Westminster Abbey.
Dick Pritchard's family is coming along. Jane is a senior at the Chaffee School, and John is in the fifth form at Pomfret, while Betsy is a senior at the Moorland Hill School.
We can switch for a minute from higher education to the Didee Division and welcome to the greater class of 1914 Carlton Kearns Brownell, which now makes the Brownell tribe number three respectively twelve years, ten years, and four months. Brownie writes that any members of the class driving through New York state on routes 5 and 20 should stop at Geneva, where he will be glad to welcome you at Main and Castle Sts., not only for yourself but you might also at that point need some gasoline.
Best wishes, Kearns Jr., and the same to Poppa and Momma.
Doubtless all of you have read about the recent reorganization of the United States Steel Corporation in which our classmate, Enders Voorhees, becomes chairman of the Finance Committee. During the past few years Enders' career has been nothing less than meteoric, having risen through rapid promotions to become one of the chief executives of the Johns-Manville Corporation, whence he was transferred to the Finance Department of Big Steel about a year ago and now assumes chairmanship of the Finance Department.
The class extends to Enders their very best wishes on his deserved success, and certainly we are all very proud of him.
Dwight Conn drops us a line from 320 East 43d St., New York City. He says that right now his musical work has been interrupted by serving as juror, but otherwise he has no news to report.
Al Overton is with the Richardson Company in Indianapolis, and says nothing very important is going on except taking care of his two boys, Tom and Jerry . . . . which will sort of give you an idea.
Al Richmond, in addition to his duties as assistant to the secretary of the American Society of Civil Engineers, has gone quite military. He is commanding officer of the 1st Battalion of the 304 th Field Artillery in the 77th Division, and finds this work very enjoyable.
Jack Harris writes that he is feeling much better after several years' illness. He tells us that his daughter Elizabeth is at Northfield Seminary and his younger daughter, Marjorie, is in the Arlington High School. Things have been upset in his family with a siege of scarlet fever complicated by a mastoid. Jack is comptroller with the Dewey and Almy Chemical Company, and says he enjoys it much more than public accounting, which he practised for several years prior to his new position.
Erie Fairfield is with the department of modern languages at the University of Pittsburgh, and reports himself very happy in his work. He says he has two daughters, Barbara 17 and in the senior year at high school, and Doris 13. Erie says that being a professor and with nothing but girls in the family, he has considered practically every institution of higher learning from coast to coast, and still they can't make up their minds where the girls should go.
Erudition pops up in the most unexpected places. Take Long John Peppard, for instance. He uncovered a cute misspelling double entendre right from the advertising columns of this family magazine, which deserves literary immortality in the Raised Eyebrow Department of the NewYorker. Get John to tell you about it.
We were right about Win Win Webber. He does live on Cape Cod, where he tells us he lives alone and is agent at East Sandwich, Mass., for the New York Life and sells beach plum jelly, and so forth. He has a thirty-acre farm and a nice old house with a spare bedroom for any Dartmouther who strays in. Win is a great Cape Cod router, and he is just as apt to sell you some real estate if you don't watch out.
Eddie Elkins writes us about a very interesting trip this summer. He motored to Seattle, then by steamer to Alaska, stopping at many of the salmon canneries in the larger cities. He claims he drove back from Seattle to Springfield, Mass., in five days, and he says that Red Davidson can figure it out on the slide rule if he doubts it. It looks like some bit of driving to us!
Al Fellows, the very busy physician of Bangor, Me., says that his family is well and life is going along very peacefully. His three children are in high school .... but further reporteth not.
Doctor Bert Garry, we hear, is practicing dentistry in Lawrence, Mass. His son Jack is headed for Dartmouth, and his daughter, Dorothy is a senior in Methuen, Mass., High School.
Luke Giles writes from Pittsburgh concerning his family. His older boy, Ned, plans on going to some college of engineering, but Bart expects to be in Hanover in 1944. Luke is still connected with the Gulf Oil Corporation in the Lubricating Department of the general offices in Pittsburgh. His address is 529 Navato Place, Mount Lebanon, Pa., and hopes the boys will look him up when they go through Pittsburgh.
Not .... Where's Elmer? . . . . Where's John? Several boys who never have penned us a line write to mention that when in Hanover this fall they can't find John Piane. They even go so far as to advance theories. One wit suggests he is a G-man. Another .... he is out scouting for snow. Some are slightly profane. But the general lament is that on repeated calls at The Emporium—no John! Posses may be formed unless our genial class treasurer is on the job.
Lize Wheelock writes from the parsonage of the Church in the Highlands, White Plains, N. Y., that he spent the summer in Maine and had a very quiet and restful time, bathing and playing golf, but the fishing was very poor. Right now Lize is very busy trying to raise $160,000 for a new church building they are about to erect. Lize says he hopes some boys from the class will move down his way, as they are a little short on Sunday school teachers at the present time, and he could also stand a deacon or two, but best of all a wealthy trustee.
November 10 The remains of our late classmate, James Theodore Marriner, arrived in Boston this morning aboard the S.S. Excambion. Coming up the harbor the flanking forts fired an elevecasket was received with full military honors by detachments from the First Corps Area, and was in charge of representatives of the Department of State at Washington Bob Holmes '09 and Dick Parkhurst '16 placed a wreath on behalf of Dartmouth. The funeral will be held at Portland this Saturday.
Loss OF BILL SLATER
There is a wide gap in the class ranks this month with the passing of Bill Slater so quickly after that of Ted Marriner. Ted's brilliant career having been largely in foreign lands unfortunately was not fully appreciated until his untimely end. But we had lived with Bill and seen his qualities of leadership as an undergraduate mature into still broader leadership as class officer and in alumni matters generally.
George Tilton expressed it on the Inn piazza .... "Bill was a sweet soul withbrains" and to this sentiment everyone will heartily subscribe.
It would be trite to mention again his untiring loyalty to everything pertaining to Dartmouth but this loyalty must, nevertheless be recorded.
To those who knew him well the beauty of his family life was inspirational and to Marguerite and their five children the class extends profound sympathy.
It is with a sense of irreparable loss that regretfully the passing of Bill Slater is recorded.
Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston
