Class of 1918
This column, always prepared a month ahead, due to forms closing, is even earlier this time than usual This alibi is advanced in case we miss any recent "new arrivals" or other big events that our Winchelling might normally happen on. . . . . The reason is your Secretary is departing (late in April) on a trip which will wind up in Hanover for the secretaries' meeting, May 7-8. And I don't own a portable typewriter to lug along. So -o.
We asked Ernie Earley what his trip to Mexico this spring was all about. He didn't enlighten us Loud cries for a class audit! .... We asked Bob Fish for a list of reunion committees. Sez he: "Ithink we should have a special attendanceor membership committee at least as largeas the roster of generals in the MexicanArmy." And if that isn't being specific, I ask you!
We asked Frank Clahane, the w.k. class agent, if he wanted us to say anything about the class drive for the Alumni Fund. And he sent us a list of "prospects" to write. If that isn't sticking one's neck out! Anyway, we're reasonably sure that Frank would want us to remind you that midnight of June 30 is the last day and that you've got to crash through with a sizable contribution if the old class is to do its duty. Obey that impulse—make out a check to the Alumni Fund—now—and mail it to F. J. Clahane, c/o Moody's Investors Service, 65 Broadway, N. Y. C.
If the recent issue of "The Roar," which we assume you have perused before now, there was a suggestion from Gus Gustafson that he, Al Zulick, and Gene Markey might get together and write a new version of "How Time Flies." You recall that skit, given at a class smoker when you and I were young, Maggie. It painted a picture of what we'd all be doing 20 years from that date. This idea of Gus' has endless possibilities. I know he'll welcome suggestions from all of us. Why don't you kick through with a slant or two and drop Gus a word of "go ahead" encouragement? His address: Alford Gustafson, Great American Life Insurance Co., San Antonio, Texas.
Speaking of the approaching Twentieth Reunion, as we just were, it would seem that the New York delegation might do well to light a bonfire under Fritz Cassebeer's rear portion. That lad has blossomed forth as a photographer par excellence, and he ought to be able to round up quite a movie or still photo show for us, depicting you and Tom and Jerry as the gay blades of the campus that you were.
Speaking of the campus, do you recall what was going on there, just twenty years ago? The war was on, of course, and the ranks depleted. All branches of the service claimed their share of Eighteeners—but the Naval Reserve nabbed more than any, as I recall. Twenty-eight of us were down at Newport, twelve at Portsmouth. . . . . Al Lucier had just been chosen to head the Mandolin Club, and Rog Howland to lead the Glee Club. Bob Fish was modestly wearing his honors as president of the College Club, with Amos Blandin as vice president Gene Markey had just been selected to be president of the Dramatic Association, twenty years ago, as you read this. The Outing Club had picked its officers, including these Eighteeners: C. L. Phillips, president; W. W. Sanborn, secretary; C. C. Tripp, treasurer. .... And trark insignia had just been awarded to Paul Miner, Sid Holbrook, and J. T. Duffy Jr.
Palaeopitus elections—and the following came in under the wire as winners: Frank Clahane, Ernie Earley, Stan Jones, Paul Miner, and Ed Noyes. They were to serve along with the six ex-officio members. Recall who those were? Here are the initials, see how good your memory is: football captain—F.J.D.; manager of football—H.P.K.; manager of baseball—H.P.H.; manager of track—R.F.; editor-in-chief of The Dartmouth—A.C.G.; and president of the Christian Association—S.R.W.
Then, too, ushers for Seventeen's Commencement had just been chosen, and the following Eighteeners were due to "ush": Barr, Dockstader, Hazen, Sid Holbrook, Louie Huntoon, Lucier, E. G. Morse, Joe Philbin Ah, those were the good old days, and you'll have a chance to talk them all over next June, if you make your plans now not to miss the Twentieth Reunion. Realize that some of you may think we're beginning our shouting about the Twentieth awfully early, but those of us who live a heluva distance from Hanover must make plans well in advance. So-o.
By the way, if somebody makes a crack about this column being twenty years late with the news—to Leb with them! . . . . How am I to know how many operations Curt Tripp performed last week in New Bedford? Or why Ralph Tyrrel, the Brooklyn printer, won't "bid" on Eighteen's printing? Or whether Jack and Thelma Slabaugh have been back to Hanover three or four times so far this year-or have stuck close to Akron? And whether King Rood's long connection with the Long Lines Dept. of the A. T. & T. in Gotham has improved his line any? Gosh, I don't even know if Steve Mahoney is now representing twenty more newspapers from his swank N. Y. offices or not.
The moral: you've got to write your class secretary if you want to see a column. And now you've got all summer to get that letter off—for there won't be another column until fall. I echo "hurrah." . . . .
Finding that a business trip would take me to Chicago, wrote Hi Belding (Blyth & Co. stock and bond expert), and Hi came back with a wire that he'd try to arrange a little class luncheon there. So I'm hoping to see Dick Aishton, Ray Hurley, Charley Kozminski, Bots Young, Em Morse, Otto Rubin, and some of our other old Eighteeners—after these many years—and get some reunion slants to pass along to Chairman Bob Fish.
Secretary, 812 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.
