Class of 1912
TWELVE UP
Your class secretary returned safely from his journey on the high seas, but has requested that the Reunion Committee carry on with its publicity through this column and thus relieve him of duplication of work.
At the outset it ought to be understood that printing "1912'S BIG 25TH" in red was the idea of the printer and nobody else, for while we have had an invitation to exchange courtesies with the class of 1912 at Harvard, we will still stick to the good old green. Incidentally, I think we will probably take advantage of that invitation and at least have a delegation of visiting firemen go to Cambridge and they in turn have a group join us. I have an idea there are more Harvard 1912 men with sons in Dartmouth than there are Dartmouth 1912 men with sons at Cambridge.
Last month the crowd in Boston felt pretty good to be able to report twenty-one present at the Boston Alumni Association dinner, but New York went them still better, for on Tuesday evening, March ninth, twenty-six 1912 men met at the Commodore prior to the dinner and then, with the exception of Dick Remsen and Doc O'Connor, who had to sit at the head table, twenty-four of us sat down together for the banquet.
The class of tenia's reunion started about four o'clock in the afternoon when the executive committee and members of the reunion committee met to go over the plans already formulated and then adjourned for refreshments prior to the banquet, arranged by Doc O'Connor as our host.
If the meeting in Boston in January and the one in New York, which I have just attended, are any indication of the class spirit and interest in the coming reunion, we ought to have a great time.
I will give you the list of those at the New York dinner and tell you that there were some of us who met there who hadn't seen each other for twenty-five years, and we had to break up all too soon to go down to the banquet hall. Those present were:
Hutch Biery, Hank Brooks, Randy Burns, Ray Cabot, Jack Cronin, Hugh Eaton, Al Eiseman, Jim Erwin, Dick Foote, Alvie Garcia, Charlie Gately, Irv Goss, Wag Gould, Wallie Jones, Barrel Lyon, Charlie McCarthy, Ed Mitchell, Shaw Newton, Doc O'Connor, Andy Phelps, Dick Plumer, Dud Redfield, Dick Remsen, Les Snow, Heinie Urion, Lee White.
It seems almost like rubbing it in to members of the class who are in distant places or who are scattered so that they can't get together, to tell of the good time that we had—of campus incidents recalled and of the inquiries about the men in different parts of the country whom we don't see so often. Nor were the names of those who can't be with us because they have gone forever forgotten—particularly those who have gone since our last reunion.
Personally, to sit with Dick Foote, my old roommate, on one side and Jim Erwin on the other, with neither one of whom I have spent as much as an evening in the last five years, meant a lot to me, and as I watched the men around the table and realized that each one was renewing the old friendships I thought more and more of what coming back to Hanover will mean to all of us who can get there.
Incidentally, it is hoped that everyone who received the ALUMNI MAGAZINE will read the resume of twenty-five years ago which Warde Wilkins of the class of 1913 puts in each month. It usually gives a summary of things that happened and what men were doing with which we were all familiar, and I have written Warde a note of thanks because I think it helps us too.
The executive committee of the reunion committee has been working hard—general plans have been formulated and to give a quick review of what these plans are have this in mind—there are certain functions in which we will all or can all participate:
President and Mrs. Hopkins' reception Alumni Luncheon Class Dinner Class Picnic Class Picture Class Meeting Baseball Game Memorial Meeting
The following committees have been appointed and are at work:
Publicity—Lyme Armes, chairman. Transportation—Rollie Linscott, chairman; Randy Burns, Manvel Whittemore.
Registration and Housing—Babe Hartshorn, chairman; Pike Childs, Morris Hedlund.
Costume—Harold Fuller, chairman: Joe Richards.
Class Outing and Picnic—Roy Lewis, chairman; Bud Hoban, Pike Childs.
Class Dinner—Jim Erwin, chairman; Connie Snow, Babe Hartshorn, Ralph Pettingell.
Committee on Entertainment—Boss Geller, chairman; Syd Ickes, Gee Bullard, Chet Newcomb.
Class Meeting—Alvie Garcia, chairman. Memorial Meeting— Doc Anderson, chairman.
Entertainment of Wives and Children- Mrs. Lyme Armes, Mrs. Roy Lewis, and Mrs. Ray Cabot.
Budget—Eddie Luitwieler, chairman; Dick Plumer, Doc Viets, Ralph Pettingell
While it may appear that the preponderance of these committee men are from the East, that has seemed to be necessary because of saving in the matter of time and possible delays if men from more distant places are assigned. It doesn't mean but that all of these committees will be enlarged when we get to Hanover. In fact, we will all be a general committee for a good time when we get back there.
The details relating to registration have not yet come out from Hanover, but that information will be sent forward on either special cards or letter, or in the next number of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE if it isn't available prior to that time.
A class tent outside of our dorms where breakfast will be served and where we can spend as much or little of the time as we wish visiting with one another, will be our common meeting ground.
You can be sure that the various committees will have in mind the convenience and comfort of all who come back.
While the budget committee has not completed its estimates of income and outgo, the tax will not go above $12.00 that means the amount paid by each member of the class who comes back, and covers the functions customarily covered in such expense, including class picnic, class dinner, we hope the class picture, cost of registration, costume—including insignia for wives and children, tent, etc. It doesn't of necessity include the cost of meals in Hanover for wives and children. The registration fee for rooms is paid direct to the College and not through the class, and I am informed will not exceed $4.00 for the entire period.
So if you haven't started in to do so, begin to save up the necessary dollars—and they are not many—which will bring you back to Hanover.
Incidentally, while the class has been divided up so that every man is expected to be contacted personally or by phone or letter, help out the committee, those of you who have not already done so, by sending in your questionnaires as soon as possible.
Last month we sent you the greetings from a number of the men in the class as they had been taken out of their letters and questionnaires, and here are a few more, which may set your minds running back to Hanover:
From Jack Cronin—as I met him at the dinner in New York:
"So you thought I was lost, did you—well, didn't you know that I try to see andkeep in touch with more Dartmouth menthan almost any man in the class?" And as he told me of those whom he had met across the country I knew that he was right.
With his letter he sent a snap shot of Mrs. Cronin and his children, and he puts it—"Perhaps the picture will tell betterthan words how happy our family is." From Connie Snow:
The admission that he tried to go to the Senate from the twentieth district of New Hampshire but was overwhelmed by the Democratic landslide, but that it hasn't affected his loyalty to Dartmouth.
Chief Wheeler, whom Jack Fox has agreed to bring back and who, while he was only with us two years, says: "Eventhough I was only at Dartmouth two yearsI have never felt the least bit out of itwhen mingling with those of my class thatgraduated." He says he is afraid he is a bit biased in favor of Dartmouth and DartMouth men.
Joe Richards, and I don't know how we are supposed to take this, says: "There areso many recollections in twenty-five yearsthat it is just not in the cards to pick onebig one that can be called a moment. Mybig moment is likely to come when folkswho mostly don't know what they are doing quit telling me what to do and how todo it."
Ralph Pettingell—one of the few successful Republicans—treasurer of Norfolk county in Massachusetts, has put his finger on the key to his success—namely, when Tubby Barton passed him in Math 4.
Roy Frothingham, who is in the sales and advertising research work on the West Coast, pokes a bit of good natured satire at our inquiry of writing an intimate account of his experiences. Accordingly, he entitled his life history "The Private Lifeof Roy Frothingham—Privacy and Intimacy by Myrtle Frothingham, Wife," and he has even had it written in the third person. There is only one thing that will satisfy us, that he tells the truth or that she doesn't, and that will be to see them both back in Hanover.
Ralph Farnum—just as big and just as collected and calm as always—and also just as sober—reminds us that he has never gotten over the Wet Down freshman year, when he slipped when nearing the tub, rolled over in the punch, which had been knocked and spilled on the ground by the upsetting of the tub, and when he got more of the punch than anyone else, "eventhough it was entirely on the outside."
Speaking of fights, Joe Doyle still recalls the water fight at Chandler Hall and the cheers we used to raise when there were fires, and the groans we used to give when the firemen seemed to be making any progress in putting out the fire.
Cupe Clark sent in one of the best letters of all, which he ends up by saying: "Some way this letter just got written—Ididn't think it would be so long when Istarted, but as it says in the reminder,'Twenty-five years is a long time,' andwhen you try to cover even the high spotsit takes quite a bit of paper. I am lookingforward to getting back in June and to seeing how many I can recognize and whocan recognize me"—and then by way of help to us he says—"ln order to help meon identification, like many another, Ihave lost a.few hairs, but I am still far frombald." He is down in the hills of Tennessee and we hope he gets back.
Once more let me remind you about your letters—and particularly if you have any photographs—send them along. This was intended to be kept as a surprise, but we are rather hoping to have arrangements made for taking a snap shot of everyone as they come up to the desk to register. This doesn't mean, however, that we wouldn't like some pictures of you or of your families for the years that have intervened.
Yours for 1912's Twenty-fifth,
RAY CABOT.
Secretary, 298 Fingerboard Rd., Fort Wadsworth, Staten Island, N. Y.
