1935*
Last spring, when I took over the job of class secretary from Bill, I was sure that I'd be quietly settled in East Orange, but now that it's time to write the year's first column I find myself in Baltimore, and I have no idea when I'll settle down again. Things will go along in good fashion however and this running around doesn't need to upset things at all.
With three months in which to collect data one would expect that there would be enough news on hand to fill the column for three months, but I guess you were all too busy getting your summer tan. Nevertheless, there are many items at hand, and doubtlessly you will find them interesting and even surprising in some cases.
Last fall we opened up with an account of the wedding of Don Hagerman and Ibba Eames, and just to follow through we'll open this year with the announcement of the birth of Judith Ann Hagerman on August 12. Don reports mother and daughter are fine, and complains that the hospital won't let the fathers come near their children, so "I really haven't become acquainted with Judith at all, which is of more concern to me than to her, I fear."
There have been no other additions to our large family—at least none have been reported to me—but there have been several marriages, and while I have few de- tails. I'll acquaint you with the salient facts.
On June 2 Miss Dorothy Garn became Mrs. John Irish in a ceremony performed at Buffalo, N. Y. Jack's latest address is Clayton, Mo., so the young couple has apparently gone West. A little later in the month, June 25, Miss Joanne Dearborn and Paul Cummings were married in Deerfield, Mass. The class was properly represented by Doug Afallard as best man and Bob Carr as usher. Paul is working for the Commercial Credit Corporation, and has a territory around Deerfield.
Continuing the parade, Jack Shuttleworth and Miss Audris Kirsch were married in Hanover on July 6, supported, figuratively if you please, by George Barnes, just to keep the proper 1935 atmosphere.
By being in Philadelphia all summer I was cheated of the chance to throw a few shoes at Herb VanDoorn when he and Virginia Linton were married just up the road in Summit, N. J. Herb had to come all the way from San Francisco for the ceremony, and it seems to me that he's pretty lucky, because since he works for Matson Lines, I suppose he can just take Mrs. VanDoorn along on his next trip to Hawaii and Australia. How much would it cost you, my friend, for a honeymoon like that?
Uncle Reg Bankart has likewise deserted the ranks of the single men, since a handsome announcement proclaims the fact that Miss Barbara Ganteaume became Mrs. Bankart on August 27. When Reg recovers we may get some details, as I'm sure that there were numerous '3sers present. Perhaps some of those who attended will have a clearer recollection of events than Reg.
A clipping just coming in and dated April 16 announces the engagement of Ellen Sweeney to Danny Reagan. Since the wedding was set for August, I presume it should be considered an accomplished fact, even though there is no supporting evidence.
Dick Meyer has written me two letters during the past few months (a real pal), and he complains that 'way down in Texas where he's working there are no Dartmouth men. If anyone can refute his complaint please speak up, as Dick would like to find them. Dick got up to New York for his vacation in June, but had to hasten back too soon for your Secretary to catch him.
Bobb Chaney, the proud father of Miss Sally Chaney, weight 12 pounds on June 22, is selling flour for Pillsbury and claims business is good. He almost apologized for making such an unorthodox statement, but said the truth would out.
Our ex-secretary wrote me from Paris on June 22, and claimed he was an "international bobbin," shuttling back and forth between England and France. Bill is with the Carnegie Foundation, and at the time he wrote was studying the effect of American immigration restrictions on various European groups. Curt Lamorey and Jack Crane had crossed his path in recent weeks, the former trying to find satisfactory locomotion for a tour, and the latter finishing three years study of Russian—all done in French.
A short but complete note from Bob Carr's mother announces the birth of a daughter, Sally Ann, to Bob and his wifeno date given.
Gene Burnkrant, from the wilds of Marshfield, Wis., reports satisfactory progress as a teacher and coach at McKinley Senior High School, but complains of inadequate Dartmouth contacts. (While on the subject, I make the same complaint myself—letters please, and if anyone knows a Dartmouth man in Baltimore please advise me.) Gene has become engaged to Miss Beatrice Anderson of Auburndale, Wis., and so we're looking for a wedding announcement soon. It sounds blasphemous, but Gene says he saw Johnny Mcpherson at a teachers' convention in Wausau, Wis.—guess where?—at a bar!
Perhaps some of you remember Bob Lewis, who was an active member of our class during freshman year. At any rate, the Alumni Fund produced a letter from Bob, disclosing that he graduated from the University of Illinois in the class of 1936 with a B.S. and honors in general engineering. And speaking of the Alumni Fund reminds me that something should be said about our part in the last campaign. As you all know by now, the Fund as a whole made a splendid showing. 1935 in particular did better than previously, but was still a little disappointing in the total number of contributors. Next year we should all try to give something—that's the important thing—to give —not just to give a lot. Copying TheDartmouth of 1934-35, we hereby award the Gold Ring of the month jointly to Bud Fraser for his splendid work in reorganizing the class Fund work, and to you fellows who supported him with your contributions.
I had the pleasure of seeing Bill and Jan Moran for an evening over Labor Day week-end, and it is good to report that everything is going well with them. Bill is making steady and substantial progress in the sales division of Tidewater Oil—Tydol to you. In talking over old friends I discovered that Doug Ley, now out of law school and fixed in a job, married Ruth Schauweker a few weeks ago, thereby culminating a romance of long standing.
While on the subject of boys from the old home town, I'm reminded that I ran into Bob Millane one night last summer. We were both on a Pennsy train headed south from New York, and Bob was going to New Brunswick, N. J., to spend some time in Squibbs' plant preparatory to going on the road as a salesman for them.
Ted Steele, who always has something new up his sleeve, blew in and out once or twice in the spring and summer, stopping long enough to divulge the news that he will be an instructor in English at Bryn Mawr this fall. His job has been the subject of some discussion, and I'm sure he'll forgive me for printing the best comment. One chap remarked that if Ted's course ever got "dry" Ted would be the first to cut it.
Jack Gilchrist has had a summer of travel, to judge by a card I received from him. He came east in June to attend Bill Clark's wedding-—which I seem to have neglected. Unfortunately my knowledge of the affair is hearsay only. I can't even tell you the young lady's name, but with this prod perhaps Bill will write me a letter and clear the matter up. Getting back to Jack—after the wedding he drove south through Virginia and was contemplating another trip east in August for Reg Bankart's wedding. Jack is president of the student body of Western Reserve Law School this year, and while he waves the honor aside by saying that he couldn't help being elected since he was running against a Yale man, I think there's a lot more to it. Congratulations, Jack!
Jack calls my attention to two marriages that this column seems to have overlooked. Bill Hawgood and Miss Suzanne Grant were married in Cleveland on March 19, and are now living at 2988 E. 132d St., in Cleveland. Similarly neglected was the marriage of Miss Jean Kolbe to Chuck Berry, away back on February 36. I should think you fellows would kick when you get slighted that way—l surely wish you would.
This column reads pretty much like a society page, only the color of the brides' dresses being omitted, but you fellows will get married. Next month we'll catch up on a few of our scientists, doctors, lawyers, and business men—until thenhow about a letter?
Secretary, c/o The Spool Cotton Cos. 2604 Sisson St., Baltimore, Md
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