1904*

Well, here we are starting a new and eventful year for the class. Everybody gets the MAGAZINE I'm really bustin' with pride to write for such an audience after being confined to the entertainment of a few shut-ins for the past four years. We have just eight more numbers of the MAGAZINE in which to assemble before our thirtyfifth all the news of our class family, which I hope, with your help, to present less intimately perhaps than some of the family presentations in the early numbers of Life, but nevertheless be sexy enough to get the attention of the gayer members like MacKennis, Maguire, Bullock and Kirker, with a serious vein to appeal to the better natures of Hinman, Sewall, Robinson and McKeen. We want all the news of '04, whether it's fit to print or not, between Gormley in Florida and Lockwood in Washington State; Fred Root in California and Gil Moulton in Maine. Can old Judge Sanborn still dance the Florodora? How far can Sid throw a high ball? How many "telephone calls" has Haywood made since June, 1904? Is it the "bait" that keeps Beck's interest in fishing? Will Charlie Davis expect a band to meet him on his arrival at Hanover next June? Shall Pen Mower be allowed to enter the Grandfathers' Contest without a handicap? Shall we send Lin Durgin a picture of the class president? How many of the class besides the secretary know that Bill '03 Stevens holds court in Concord every morning at ten o'clock? A fellow from Ike's home town called today and said there was a good hotel up here in the White Mountains run by a Dartmouth man. I told him that Hen 'OO Teague and Perry 'OO Fairfield run the highest one, and Frank 'l2 Dodge and our Jack Sanderson were tied for the runner-up prize.

Jim Walker's loose again, and this time has been running all over the country Here's his story—

"The Walkers, Jim and Mrs., spent the past summer visiting relatives in Seattle, Washington. This has been another wonderful trip, and we were much interested in comparing the beauty spots of Europe with those of our own country. We certainly have one grand country! Travel by bus is the way to go when you do not own your own car. You see much of the countryside this way. With air-conditioned buses you can certainly travel in comfort. We stopped off each night and got a good rest for the next day's jaunt. The summer's trip included visits through Cleveland, St. Louis, Denver, Salt Lake City, Portland, Oregon, Seattle and its environs, Rainier National Park, the Olympic Peninsular, Vancouver. On the way home we came by way of Banff and Lake Louise, travelling through Canada to Winnipeg, then back into the states by way of Chicago, Detroit (where we visited the Ford village) Niagara Falls, Buffalo and home. The summer's rest put me back in full health again, for which I am greatly thankful. Will write more for you later when we can can boil down the thrills "

Travel by Greyhound and see your country first; we have much to be proud of!!

I've got a Greyhound Story too: but that's reunion stuff!!!

A NEW SPORT

That perennial youth, Charron, writes with evident enthusiasm, "I learned that biting mail carriers is a common sport, so common in fact that they have printed blanks to incorporate such incidents into the routine red tape of our government." Entrants in this sport must have a dog to do the biting. Ike did. Discovering that he was using a pound of tobacco and 150 cigarettes a week, Ike had surprised his family by reducing his smoking periods to two daily, with such success that he threatens to "stop drinking. . . .and set an example as a perfect nun." It is everyone's duty to remind Ike that we have a reunion next June.

Mose Withey is STILL at the University of Wisconsin. Ned Bartlett missed Commencement last June for the first time since 1882.

Beck Johnson is already planning various entertaining features for reunion. His comments on business are trite and unprintable but on the whole sound, with this indication that he is open-minded on the subject of jobs: "Well, I was once a good bell hop I think I would be a good kitchen man.... feeling fine, best ever, too healthy for my business."

A novelty in class publications is the report, just received, of the 30th reunion of the class of 1908 last June. They are fortunate in having as secretary Art Rotch, now in his third or fourth generation as a journalist, who has inimitably recorded the spontaneous enthusiasm of his 1908 playdays.

Let's start a real drive for our 35th reunion by a big attendance at the Boston Round-up, October 21st, before the Harvard Game. This early appeal reaching all members of the class should result in the rebuilding of interrupted and moss-grown friendships by a Round-up numbering at least 50. Definite details will reach you in time, but save the date. There are still nearly a hundred plus and minus grads within a hundred miles of Boston.

Do you all realize that Dartmouth teams were champions in ALL sports last year? Should we consider sending a picked team to enter the big European Poker Game?

These fall days always recall the three quarterbacks of the fall of 1900: Brother Hood, Terrien and Belknap, three hundred and sixty pounds of freshman nerve innoculated with the spirit of MacCornack.

Paul Witham, Myron's son, was Hen Teague's bodyguard this past summer. He gave me his father's address.

Conspicuous success as a class agent brings Ralph Sexton into the limelight as a man equipped for future service to the class and college. Our position in the fund set-up is a tribute to the hard work that Robbie and Ralph have given so graciously in developing an almost unanimous habit of annual cheerful giving.

For four years in a row we have enjoyed a Commencement reunion at Chase House, one of the Tuck School Group. They are rare occasions, and it is my hope that following our thirty-fifth next June the number of the class getting together annually may easily be doubled. This year there were in attendance, Carl Woods, three Rollinses, three Sextons, Robbie, Pen, three Sewalls, Jig, Beck, four Hams, four Hastings, one graduating, Webster, three Mangurians, Willard and four Austins. Answering to the midnight rollcall at the Wheelock tbmb were Robinson, Sexton, Johnson, Mower, Ham, Austin, Sewall, Rollins. Carl was elected alumni member of the Athletic Council, and Robbie carries on in the council with a special assignment as member of the all-important Alumni Fund Committee. Gene Sewall gave an interesting round-table talk on the changes in the physical aspect of the Abenaki Indian women influenced by a fish diet for many generations. Hammie and Ira Willard discussed the history of money and banking since the days of Alexander Hamilton. Robinson, Woods, Sewall and Rollins played golf Sunday morning with a gallery of one secretary. They still know their beans and onions. Better join us for these reunions. You'll be surprised at the versatility, capacity and endurance of this bunch of old men. The only thing that lowers the high standard of mature judgment is that four of them are still trying to learn the current variety of whist.

A letter from Tinker just gets under the wire. He's a tower of strength in the year round development of the eastern section of our White Mountain Area, and has recently been elected President of the Eastern Slope Ski Club and a Director of the Ski School. His sound judgment and keen interest in public and civic affairs are positive factors for state-wide betterment.

The treasurer's name hasn't changed, and his address is Morristown, New Jersey.

Secretary, Waterville Inn, Waterville Valley, N. H

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