Class of 1934
"Dear Marty: Have I a dual personality,or are you just having fun? Retract, sir, orpay through the nose. I am not in England.Technicolor, forsooth." This from Stu Barber. Most abject regrets, ray friend, for stumblingly substituting Barber for Brown. It is, as you will figure out, Stew Brown who is with Technicolor, Ltd., in London. The Barber still carries a Washington postmark, and it is to be assumed that he is still answering government correspondence, we hope somewhat in the manner of the above.
Further remarks from Stu serve me a good lead-off for this column's annual scant mention of the Alumni Fund. "Statistics reveal that if all classes had done asWell as 1934 for the Alumni Fund last year,the total would have been $17,582. AreDartmouth's finest on relief? Are we mice orWe we men?" We do have a distant goal to aim for, what with being the fifty-fifth class on the line in point of percentage of Fund contributors. Where's the competitive spirit, you chappies with your pockets lined with gold? Out with the fifty-pound notes, and let's say no more about it.
News is scarce, and time is fleeting. However
Just today I had lunch with those young hopefuls of Lord 8c Thomas,—Raphael and Yallalee. Both had nothing but good to report. Bud's been routed through the entire office, had his hand at everything from copy to research, with more stress on the RCA account than on any one other. Gail has stuck pretty close to the typewriter, and has lately been turning out a good bit of the Schenley work that decorates the pages of our good friends, the magazines. Art Grimes is making a good strong go of it in Dayton, as the New York office's representative on the Delco account.
Which of course reminds me that there arrived, just too late for last month's notes, the announcement of the birth, March 11, of Robert Arthur Grimes, to happy parents Doris and Arthur.
Later in the afternoon at the Dartmouth Club I ran into the tycoons of the '34 Alumni Fund drive, preparing with a beer for the semi-weekly squash match. There were Tom Clark, Hedges and Callaway, Ducky Gilmore and Peanut Davies. Peanut, as you probably know, heads the New York real estate firm of J. Clarence Davies, and leads a busy, thoroughly domesticated life in a most attractive apartment on gist St.
The following message, with the return address General Delivery, Los Angeles, is signed by Brice Banks.
"I certainly feel the cad for not having written to you since my hobogenesis fiscal years ago. Anyhow a few lines
"L. A. is a great city, full of sailors, hoboes, stumble bums, tramps, hoodlums (San Francisco toughs), and that rarest of species, the Los Angeles wing ding. Its famous E-Fifth St. or New Grub St. or Skidrow (street of the slipping men), where pan-handling is replaced by 'dinging' (nothing under 10 cents) has those shops where merchants hike their old or secondhand clothes up in front each morning with poles. It is the street where every dime is a dollar and anything over nothing is an expense
"To keep myself in coffee and/or alas Stemo (the canned heat you know which I drink—a habit contracted in hobo jungles west of the Mississippi), I have had to resort to 'dinging,' though usually up on the main stem. Fred Rinaldo of coming MGM repute has been very good, occasionally supplying me the price of a new can. Well, April is the cruelest month of my trampage, they say. Regards."
The moral of that is to look twice when you see a tramp. Very likely he used to sit across from you at an eating club.
Somebody postmarked Cleveland, who modestly but cryptically signs his stuff CAH, sent on the following squib. Incidentally, who is CAH? My curiosity runs riot, and I can't trace the initials, despite my being amply equipped with an Aegis, a Green Book, a Commencement program, a set of class records, a fair memory, the Book of Knowledge, Roget's Thesaurus, and a copy of Dale Carnegie. Anyhow, here is the clipping; to be entitled, if I may heckle my good friend and Fellow Scribe Treadway, Courage Mon Ami:
"Annomicement comes from Minneapolis of the engagement of Miss Mary NyeBell, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. M. DwightBell, to Mr. John H. Anderso?i. Miss Bellwas graduated last June from Smith College."
Also for the Columnus Virtus MeusAmicus:
On March fifteenth, Dorothy Mary Metcalfe and Robert Falknor Thompson were married in Burlington, Vt. Bob is traffic manager of the Vermont Transit Cos., Burlington.
Mr. and Mrs. A. P. Fairfield of Hanover recently announced the engagement of their daughter Ruth, to Emerson Day. Miss Fairfield, say dispatches, was graduated from Connecticut, from Teachers College, Columbia, in 1936, and is now teaching at the Edgemont School, Scarsdale, N. Y. Emmy Day is described as a third-year medical student at Harvard, a member of the Lancet Club and the Boylston Society, and president of the Student Council.
A very unusual folder entitled HanoverHoliday arrived the other day, outlining a week of Alumni College following Commencement week-end. For a profitable and enjoyable week's vacation, the set-up sounds magnificent. Although my own vacation plans are very much in the air (due to a recent shift from Time to Life), this idea strikes me well, and I may carry through on it. At any rate I shall be very glad to hear from anyone who is considering this opportunity and to publish such names in this column for the guidance of those who may be influenced in their decision by the size of the 1934 contingent or by the fact that some of their particular buddies will be present. For any who have not received the above-mentioned folder, a card to Ford Sayre at the Inn will bring complete dope by return mail.
At the last class dinner Wallace and Dwyer patched up their feud over the joyful announcement that Harry has left banking and joined the United States Gypsum Cos., headquarters Radio City. I was always pretty sure that H. W., given the proper spur, would move uptown.
Several weeks ago a frantic telephone call from Brabbee made it clear that one Bill Ely was lost. Neither his aunts, his friends, nor Western Union could locate him. It finally took the Butch, myself, Joe Bender, and five dollars' worth of phone calls to find out that he was all the time in Philly, visiting a friend. Bill took it all very calmly, and after all, why shouldn't he visit a friend, and why should people think he had been swallowed up in the soulless metropolis. So we celebrated by going to a neighborhood movie, drinking one beer, and shipping the errant professor back to Emerson School.
Bill Gilmore is now working for American Airlines, as ticket agent in the Hotel New Yorker office, and spends the rest of his daylight hours making short flights in his newly acquired ship. About supper time one night a few weeks ago he headed his nose northeast, and arrived in Boston in time to see the opening night of a show in which a young friend appeared in a singing and dancing role. Sorry, but that's all there is about Gilmore this time.
It seems that Jim Darling has been married for over a year .... to Elizabeth Godwin .... that Bob Warner was married on this February 20 ... . that Wilmot is being wedded any day now to a young lady whose first name is Coniston.
A letter from George Kimball is about the only real mail that's come my way in a fortnight. Here it is, in part:
until now there has been very little to tell I got down to see the Quad meet in Boston the last part of February, and it was a real thrill to see Green shirts crossing the line ahead of the rest. .... While at the Garden I saw Rodman and Frank Lepreau. Harvey Cohn was there, of course. He is working for the Garden, I believe, booking matches.
"New Year's Eve I was out with Charlie Levesque in Manchester. He is out in Illinois getting another degree. Bob Layzell is engaged Mac McClary is working for New York Central in Malone, N. Y. When I was with the Eldredge Brewing Cos. in Portsmouth, he and I were both working as shipping clerks. Since that time he has been to Florida a couple of times, and has been in the paint manufacturing business in New Jersey on his own. I got a letter from Dick Emerson the other day, saying he and his wife were planning to call on us
"By the way, if some of your friends in the brokerage line have any dope on how to 'hedge' the coming inflation, you might tell them I would appreciate some good inside information.
"I am working in the cost office of the print works, routing all plain shade orders or about 50% of all orders received, pricing orders completed, and making estimates of new orders. We are the largest plant of our kind in the world, having 60 print machines in one room. We put out about 4,000,000 yards a week now, and expect to do better once the labor situation clears up.
. . . I was disappointed to think that Leah couldn't be the Class Baby. She is a big girl now, and we are planning to send her to nursery school in the fall. She is a smart kid for her age, knows song after song But I do wish she'd learn to sleep later mornings "
ODDS OR EVENS: George Green is in Brooklyn with Western Electric Bob Adam's Akron firm is the Saalfield Publishing Cos Kindly forget my incorrect guess of last issue Jim Dunn is now in Sewickley, Pa Clarence Kempff in Long Beach, Calif Bob C. -Smith is a stockman-rancher, and his address is Occidental Hotel, Buffalo, Wyoming
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