Class of 1914

Here it is almost the month of May, and just a few weeks from now another college year will close. If you have not attended one of the 1914 informals or off-year reunions, you had better do so this year. Every June the number grows. Dick Barlow writes that he wouldn't miss this offyear reunion for anything. In fact, there were over twenty-five 1914 men in Hanover last June—so you had better think it over and make your plans to come. You will find the details in another column . . . . and remember the rules: (1) Check in with John Piane (2) Follow instructions, and (3) Have a thoroughly enjoyable week-end.

We hope that you have already sent in your contribution to the Alumni Fund, but if you have not, won't you make it a matter of immediate attention? Your Secretary knows at first hand how much the class agent's duties can be lightened if those who plan to subscribe eventually will DO IT NOW. And then, too, money is saved in postage, stationery, and so forth, when the laggards do not have to be followed up. And when a class has been out of college as long as ours the yearly subscription to the Alumni Fund should be a well established habit anyway.

So .... by taking care of your subscriptions right away if you have not already done so, you will help everybody concerned, including the satisfaction to yourselves of having taken care of your part in the Fund activities.

Every Dartmouth man knows, of course, that we have an outstanding modern library plant at Hanover through the munificence of Mr. Baker, but we, for one, did not realize its outstanding characteristic until we saw recently a copy of the Library Bulletin—a tribute to Mr. Goodrich, who is rounding out twenty-five years' service. In this Bulletin are comments from outstanding literati and library experts in both this country and abroad, all paying tribute not alone to Mr. Goodrich but linking him and Baker and all of those who made it possible, in enthusiastic commendation.

Apparently it behooves us on our next visits to Hanover to get acquainted with our Library in greater degree. Incidentally, the above mentioned Bulletin, which is published from time to time, interested members can secure by writing directly to Mr. Goodrich at Baker Library.

The responsibility of getting out the rest of the class notes this month has been shed from the broad shoulders of that all-timehigh class secretary, Ed Leech, with more effortless ease that the proverbial duck sheds water from his back.

Ed has gone to England under protestthe protest came from the writer, who was the recipient of a batch of papers from Ed and a command to carry on. We know we express the wishes of the class that Ed's trip may not be too tedious nor the going too rough.

We have spent hours weeping with Ed over the fortunes of others in the class who presumed to sneak away to the Bermudas or Jamaicas and points south, as compared to our unfortunate positions of supporting the three great railroad systems—the New Haven, the Boston & Maine, and the Boston & Albany. Now Ed doublecrosses us by outdoing all of you we have previously cursed. We're just about ready to join up with Lewis and go on a sit-down strike.

We are indebted to Aborn for calling our attention to the neat little trick of the week pulled by our own Joe Batchelder's son in crashing through Cornell's defense during the extra period of a basketball game and thereby contributing three substantial points for a victory over Cornell in Ithaca—52 to 49. Congratulations to both Joes.

Being in the publishing business one way or another, we are about to come through with a boost for Scribner's! The March issue of this worthy magazine carries an interesting article by none other than Leonard White, under the heading of "Careers in Government." Our congratulations go to you, Leonard. How about writing these class notes in case our Edward is made prime minister or something?

All! news from our New York agent as to the goings-on of a great New York alumni dinner. He reports as of the day after the dinner, which was held on the night of March 11:

"We had a great dinner last night Not only was the largest crowd ever to attend an annual dinner on hand, but 1914 beat any previous record with 23 members showing up Everyone was delighted to see 'Moose' Englehorn after these many years Jim Margeson was back with us again, as was Johnny Palmer.

"We overheard Dwight Conn telling Charlie Griffith that he wasn't playing the piano much these days The class should send Dwight a formal protest over this situation Walt Daley and the writer had occasion to discuss dog houses, but we would not have our far-flung classmates misunderstand us Judge Remsen brought tears to his classmates' eyes over the touching reunion with his brother Dick, who lives two blocks away from the Judge near Cherry Valley One had failed to tell the other he was in Bermuda Both of them being lawyers, we guess we're not supposed to understand such situations anyway Ex-President Larmon— (let us explain that Sig is only an 'ex' in so far as the Alumni Association of New York is concerned, and believe you me, Edward Leech, you better make a correction .on what broadcasting company Sig extends his patronage to! None other than the COLUMBIA Broadcasting Company. You'll get some Good Gulf-lube on your pancakes for breakfast if you don't watch out.) Oh yes! Ex-President Larmon was sparkling. .... 'Fletch,' the old dependable at these dinners, was true to us again and had Bowman engaged in a conversation resembling those among members of the Supreme Court. .... One Carl Buck from Bucksport, 'Buck-Maine,' and uptown-New York-on-the-Hudson, who has been building up the health of the nation, has built his own up to darn near the busting point. .... His chuckles sure did bring back fond memories, the old so-and-so The class must do something for Bill Hand He doesn't get his notices about these meetings, and with it all he manages to always show up Our collective hats are off to him He gets there in spite of h—1 and high water. .... Some woman from Chicago, with a contract for magazine covers, almost upset the apple cart for Walt Humphrey by withholding her signature while the minutes ticked by the cocktail hour But resourceful Walt got his contract and his dinner Your classmates will see that the cocktail is made up to you ere long, Walt! .... Our genial Cap Fahey of A. T. & T. promised to do his best to attend a spring 1914 dinner we are going to stage, and we hope the rest of the New York crowd will fall in line Enders Voorhees, who is in Florida, we trust will be able to get to that spring party Fred Davidson, looking as young and beautiful as he did in college, and we believe smoking the same pipe, added to his swell record of 1914 attendance Fred is the joy of this promoter's heart because we know we never will have to eat alone at these class dinners! .... We got a swell letter from Jim Wulpi, who, believe it or not, really had a good reason for not being with us Jim and President Roosevelt were both speaking that night—Jim on Flying and the President on —let's see! !!!.... Jim Heenehan looked distinguished as ever We didn't have the privilege of having our usual illuminating conversation with Jim We had something important too to say to Marsh Picken, but he and Bill Hand were talking about the Alpha Delt house, so we quietly stole away Chuck Kingsley and we are looking for a profound subject to discuss Seven years ago Chuck had us all tied up in coils, condensers, and tubes, which he explained were really inside of a radio set Radio always meant more to us after those discussions. .... We got out of the radio business shortly after Funny how one thought leads to another, but where was Gordon Sleeper? .... Don't tell us, Gordon, that you are ditching us just when we're getting places with these turnouts! .... Your New York reception committee (of one) offers its apology to Weed and Babcock for not getting up to date with them The writer had a slight obligation to pay off to one Mr. William Slater of Providence, who accepted our pleas to stay over to the dinner It was grand having Bill with us He made the singing of 'Men of Dartmouth' almost too sentimental What a voice and what a guy! .... The Fourteeners of New York salute the rest of the class We want you to know we thought of you (no fooling) all the way to China, Paris, London, Nova Scotia, Boston, Worcester, Portland, Maine, MinneapolisSt. Paul (yea, Red!), New Brunswick (paging Dr. Haywood!) and Trenton, New Jersey—what a place to end up in (excuse us, Dick!) This is not inclusive by any means and represents only the points your observer heard mentioned. .... And remember, he was only one out of twenty-three fellows who were talking and listening Somebody must have mentioned Philadelphia! ! ! My, My! ! That was too good an opening for a New Yorker to pass up You folks in the Springfield-Holyoke, Massachusetts area we purposely left out, for you never answer the telephone We'll give you another chance soon to make this column! .... And finally, to George Boggs—if the baby had a fever the night of March g please tell your good wife it was the fault of your New York classmates We're sorry but we're going to darn near spoil that little fellow! .... And—postscriptCharlie Claeys, where art thou? Three members of a famous foursome want you to know that they have been assured the Boy Scout headquarters have been moved from the Cherry Valley Country Club; also that Skipper Moran has his 'G men' out to bring you in alive to Wee Burn Country Club, Noroton, Conn To the rest of the class it should be known that the 'Kid' goes straight down the fairways, every hole, whether his drives do or not.

"And so to bed!"

Why don't you Fourteeners, especially in Philadelphia and Chicago, appoint a district reporter for these class items. This would be a tremendous help to Ed.

For years the writer has been awaiting the chance to get even with Ed. Now the opportunity is presented we can't think of a mean thing to say. He is without doubt the most interesting reporter we could have. If you doubt this just try it yourself some month. Ed has a commutation book of tickets to England, good in either direction, so later columns will have to be edited. Will the candidates please step forward!

This writer is tired out; yet we realize all of a sudden we forgot to say a word about Mat Hallett, Colonel Hallett to you, suh! The Colonel was ensconced at the Ritz-Carlton in Boston when we saw him. In front of him were proofs of a new history he is writing on the Civil War. He's just a damn yankee, and we are going to Charlotte some day to pull him back to Boston, where he belongs.

Mat is running seven mills, or they are running him—we weren't quite sure which was the case. He's as modest as ever; as loquacious as the day he shut West Point out with no hits, no runs; and absolutely hopeless as a correspondent. We don't know why we ever bother to look him up.

Yahoo, Ed! Hurry back.

Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston