Dartmouth in New York
BECAUSE OF THE three games which are usually played in or near the metropolitan area during November, it's during that month, unquestionably, that Dartmouth men living in the city see more of one another than at any other time in the year. This last month there were probably more "Hello, Joe, where'ya-been-keeping- yourself" and "Hi, Charlie, what'cha-do- ing-these-days" shouted about than in many a moon, for the total number of local alumni showing up at the Yale Bowl, Palmer Stadium, and Baker Field was larger than it's been for some years. Joe Weitzell at the Club reports that 1046 persons took the Club Special to New Haven, and another 800 bought tickets on the Princeton Special, the largest business, he says, the special trains have done since 1930. The Yale game continues to be the favorite around these parts, in spite of the fact that it's harder to reach than either the Princeton or Columbia contest. For those Dartmouth men in New York who work lobster shifts and find no time to get around the city, the solution, it seems, would be an annual visit to Portal 30, Yale Bowl, between the halves; the old undergraduate friends you don't run into or fall over in the general melee there are few indeed.
The Dartmouth Smoker held on the night before the Princeton game was the best attended I've ever seen there. The Club became so jammed that one could hardly make his way up the stairs to the third-floor bar, which had just about the busiest evening in its history. A bevy of former Green stars, including Josh Davis '27, Myles Lane '28, "Wild Bill" McCall '32, Hank Whitaker '37, Dave Camerer '37, and Mutt Ray '37, and also press liaison ace Whitey Fuller '37, were on hand to give decidedly better than average "Smoker talks" on Dartmouth's chances in the Princeton fray, and on the subject of football in general. Two alumni who dropped in at the Club the week previous have travelled more than a thousand miles each to get to the Dartmouth-Yale game. Jess Hawley 'O9, the Green head-coach from 1923 to 1928, had come all the way from St. Charles, Illinois, where he now runs the Hawley Products Company, a manufacturing concern which puts out, among other things, the white tropical headgear known as "Hawley's Troppers." Clarence B. Little 'Bl, the Bismark, North Dakota, banker, also dropped in for his annual visit; good wheat year or bad, he always makes the long safari from the far North country at the time of the Yale game.
Some of us here who are yet to be effected by the Rooseveltian program for leisurely living and who still have to show up at our offices on Saturday mornings, have been occasionally pressed for time in making the two o'clock kick-offs, but this department knows of no one who had quite the trouble getting to Palmer Stadium on November 6th as did Fitz Donnell '35. Fitz, whom Professor Al Foley '20 of the History Department once described as "the only man alive who sleeps while he eats," is now with the advertising firm of Benton and Bowles. He didn't finish work on the Saturday of the Princeton game until about a quarter of one, when he tore down to Penn Station to catch a train that would get him to Princeton for the kickoff. It wasn't until somewhere past Newark that Fitz learned the train made no more stops until Trenton. One of the more enthusiastic of Dartmouth fans, Fitz couldn't bear the thought of missing half the game, but no amount of pleading with four or five conductors convinced any of them that a quick stop at Princeton Junction was the reasonable courtesy due from the Pennsylvania Railroad in such a case. As the train roared through Princeton Junction at about sixty-five, Fitz decided there just wasn't any sense to riding ten or fifteen miles further when he was so close to Palmer Stadium already, so he stepped up on one of the seats to pull the emergency-brake cord. Just as he was reaching for the cord two conductors tackled him from behind, and, taking no chances, they sat opposite Fitz and guarded him for the rest of the run to Trenton. Fitz was fortunate in catching a cab immediately and reached the Stadium about two-thirty; but he was worried about getting in, for a friend he was to have met at two o'clock had his ticket, and having spent all his money on the cab, Fitz didn't have enough to buy another. The friend, of course, wasn't at the gate at that time, and the ticket taker said no one had left a ticket for Mr. Donnell. "But I've got an extra one here," he told Fitz, handing over a perfectly good ticket on which Fitz went into the Stadium. Which would seem to indicate something out of the ordinary in obliging with little favors down at Princeton.
HEAD OF "THIS WEEK"
The magazine publishing field seems to be one of the businesses about town that's particularly attractive to Dartmouth graduates. John C. (Chub) Sterling '11 has recently been promoted from national advertising manager to president of the publication corporation of This Week, the Sunday supplement that's now being carried in twenty-four newspapers and has a circulation (over five million, says Sterling) approching that of the AmericanWeekly, which for some time has had the largest circulation of any publication in the country. Sterling was formerly the vice president of. McCall's, and joined ThisWeek about a year and a half ago. One of his hobbies is collecting old Dartmouth prints, and at his home up in Greenwich, Conn., he has several hundred of them, forty or fifty which date back to pre-Civil War days. His collection is probably the best in existence outside of the College's; as he says, "I'm the College's chief rival in collecting them." Sterling now has one son at Hanover, and another one at Pomfret who's going up next year. He says that Pomfret, which has long been regarded as an exclusive finishing school for Harvard and Princeton, is now planning to send several of their boys along to Dartmouth. Another Dartmouth man on This Week is Alden James '22, who's in their advertising department.
Hearst Magazines, Inc., probably has more Dartmouth alumni in its organization than any other publication firm about town. Warren Agry '11 is the business manager of Good Housekeeping, Malcom Rollins '11 is the promotion manager of Cosmopolitan, and Pete Hurd '23 directs the advertising of the American Druggist. Also connected with the Hearst Magazine main offices, which are up near Columbus Circle, are Donald Page '15, Al Butler '36, George McCleary '36, and Jack Sullivan '36, and there's probably others at some of the branch offices around. There's quite a few Dartmouth men over at the TimeFortune-Life headquarters too, although Dave Scherman '36, who's doing promotion work there, says Mr. Luce has staffed his organization with a group of Yales who far outnumber our representatives. Marty Dwyer '34 is assistant to the advertising director of Life, Jack Spurlock '36 is in the editorial department of Time, Kent Rhodes '33 (who formally announced last month his change of name from Clarence Klinck) is on Fortune's promotion staff, and Paul Synnott '24 is in the Time advertising department.
Bob Hopkins '14, who's a brother of President Hopkins, is in the advertising department of The New Yorker magazine. On the editorial staff are Kip Orr '22, Joe Liebling '24, and your correspondent. There are Dartmouth graduates associated with osher magazines in the city, and a number who are connected with the New York newspapers, but I'll have to save mention of them for a later issue.
That select group of Dartmouth men who are college and university presidents has been, as you probably know, growing larger during the past few years. Their only representative here in New York is Doctor Harry Woodburn Chase '04, the chancellor of New York University. Doctor Chase was a professor of psychology at the University of North Carolina before he became president of the University of Illinois in 1930. He left Illinois in 1933 to become the head of N. Y. U., the school which now has more students than any other in the world. There are at least three faculty members at N. Y. U. who are also Dartmouth men—Robert Dow '20, Philip Gove '22, and Winthrop Ranney '22, all in the English Department.
Departing from our locale here, I'd like to augment this month's news with a couple of Hollywood items. If you weren't aware of the fact already, you might have learned from that simplifier of current history, Life Magazine, that Arthur Hornblow '15 is the husband of Myrna Loy. Life stated that Hornblow was from Dartmouth and one of the only college men high up in the movie business. It might be added that movie producer Walter Wanger is also Dartmouth 'l5. Two other ex-Hanoverians who seem slated for big-time movie activities are Budd Schulberg and Maury Rapf, who, though they graduated just last year, are already writing scenarios and supposedly drawing down astronomical salaries. Schulberg recently had a short story and his picture published in Liberty, while the latest news of Raft is that he sold the musical show "Banner in Boston," which he produced in Hanover in 1936, to the San Francisco Fair people. Another young Dartmouth graduate who's writing for the movies is Fred Rinaldo '34, who's name appears on the screen title of Robert Benchley's new "A Night at the Movies" shortin larger letters than any other name except Benchley's.
