Class of 1918
George R. Kapff's engagement to Miss Carol Theresa Erb was announced just before Christmas. Congratulations to our Massachusetts educator As previously announced, Ray Smith is now back in America and already has been played up in the Bulletin of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We quote a portion: "AnImportant Loan of Glass—Forty-ninechoice pieces of glass have been lent tothe Museum by Ray Winfield Smith. Theyhave been selected from his well-knoumcollection, which he acquired during manyyears' residence in Europe. The majoritybelong to the period of the Roma domination and are shown in the Room of Ancient Glass, K 6, where they effectivelysupplement our ozvfi collection."
Russ Howard is vice president of the Mahaska State Bank at Oskaloosa, lowa. . . . . The Eastern Underwriter says Tom Sturgess, New Haven Eighteener, was presented with a beautiful silver serving tray in recognition of his services as president of Connecticut insurance men. .... And here's a card to make one feel good. We've been carrying Justin F. Barnard as "inactive, address unknown." It seems the boy is principal of Edgewater Grade School in Denver, Colo., and was married in November of 1918 to Alice M. Calder of Bel Air, Md. He got his LL. B. at the University of Colorado in 1924, and hasn't seen an Eighteener since leaving Hanover Now if someone will dig up dope on such worthies as Cap Hanley, Herb Best, Bill Bowie, Dave Buffum, C. H. Cook, Bill Deak, Joe Dolson, Paul Reps, L. Sternbergh, and Die Wilson, mebbe we'll have the old class lined up 100% by the time the whistle blows for the 20th!
John K. Lawler has been "in the papers" quite a bit since his campus days. Specifically with such good sheets as the Sioux City Tribune, the Minneapolis Journal, the Portland News and Telegram—and now he is on the advertising staff of the Columbus (Neb.) Daily Telegram Understand that Pat Case, reported by his mother as physically disabled, spends most of his time in St. Petersburg, Fla.—in case any of the classmates happen to be sojourning in Florida this winter.
Les Badger has a son, Paul, who plans to enter Dartmouth (from Pittsfield, N. H.) this fall Been reading over a lot of cards sent by you folks to our estimable treasurer, Ernie Earley. The common complaint is, "Why, I sent you that $3.50." Memory is a treacherous thing and not to be backed against Ernie's damning black and white figures. The moral—Ernie can still use your $3.50 to build up a backlog for pre-reunion publicity and what have you.
Howdy Egan, Columbus, Ohio, reports a wife and two girls, six and nine years of age. He managed to get back to Hanover last summer for a visit. Don Bliss (we have him listed with the Bureau of Foreign and Domestic Commerce) breaks forth into poetry:
"Exemplary conduct, dig where you will;I ain't seen nobody, can't keep still.God knows what the rest are doin';Hull's in Paris, if you're Who's Whoin'.The biz goes on, and brings us hither,End of the year we're off to thither.Errant still, but not in duranceNo kids, same wife, no life insurance."
Bulletin from Gotham. Bob Fish assures us he is at work on reunion plans and that it will pay you to be among those present at Hanover in June, 1938. Stan Jones has taken on new life. Oh, if we have to explain a weak pun, we mean that Stan's Judge has taken the old Life unto itself. Ernie Earley says he hasn't collected the $3.50 from all of you ducks yet. Mac Mc- Elwain still holds the fort at the Dartmouth Club of New York on 38th St.
Bulletin from Cleveland. Bill Bemis says we'd all really help Frank Clahane on his class fund job if we'd individually pony up a few more dollars when he asks us rather than getting by with what we've been accustomed to give. And the boy is right. Fat Hardie hasn't said anything on any subject lately. Which is a record. Ditto for Hal Doty.
Bulletin from Boston. The old reliable correspondent, Jake Bingham, is taking a deserved vacation from reporting chores. We expect to hear from him next month. Harvey Hood hasn't let out a peep. Which goes double for Morey, Salisbury, Stoddard, Aishton, Proctor, and countless other Eighteeners scattered from Boston to California.
Beware the Ides of March! If you don't write in some news there ain't gonna be enough notes to fill a March column. Oh well—.
Secretary, 812 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
