1906*

While the class dinners held at the University Club at Boston the night before the Harvard game have always been extremely enjoyable, many men have felt quite rightly that the noise and confusion resulting from having several classes in the same room has not added to the pleasure of those in attendance. Ned French, who has been very active in trying to find a more suitable place, has finally made arrangements to have our class dinner at Boston's exclusive Algonquin Club on Friday evening, October 21, at six o'clock. The private dining-room which will be assigned to us means that there will be no interruptions in the flowery orations which in the past have flowed from the lips of Mike O'Brien, Walter Powers, T. Brown, and others of the old guard who are always present. It also means that the most rigid decorum will be observed when members wish to take the floor for the purpose of offering to donate articles of value, such as baskets of apples, as did Zing McGrail last year.

Charlie Main, our energetic vice president, recently spent a very busy morning with me, discussing interesting matters regarding class affairs—in fact we had what one might call a tabloid reunion. When Charlie first arrived at my office, he seemed a bit nervous and ill at ease, as he examined with some interest the walls and the doors, which excited my curiosity. He explained to me that after having read of Chicago in the headlines, he was looking for bullet holes around the place. I assured him, however, that Chicago was as calm and peaceful as jolly old Boston, and that he would be in no more danger than a wearer of the Crimson would be seated on the Dartmouth side of the stadium, whooping it up for dear old Harvard. Charlie had just returned from Kansas City, where he had a long and delightful visit with Maynor Brock, who is now a leader in the educational field of that city. He also saw Bucky Kraft, who seemed to have all of the energy of his undergraduate days, even though his thinly thatched dome indicated that he was putting up a losing struggle against dandruff.

That interest in the class and College has definitely been increasing during the last few years is indicated in many waysone being that the class finally made its quota for the Alumni Fund, not only because of a larger number of contributors, but also because of the extremely generous donation of Ned French. The officers and scores of other members of the class have felt that greater interest might be engendered if all members of the class were to receive the DARTMOUTH ALUMNI MAGAZINE regularly. We have, therefore, decided to send the DARTMOUTH ALUMNI MAGAZINE for this coming year to all nonsubscribers in the class without cost to them. The class and College should receive worth-while returns and greater interest and loyalty as the result of this action. Surely no Dartmouth man will be able to read the MAGAZINE for the period of a year without feeling a greater pride in his relationship to the College and consequently should wish to participate in its responsibilities.

Ned Redman has already started preparations for the class dinner which he proposes to hold in the New York club sometime this fall. This time he expects to have a full attendance from the men who live in the Greater New York area.

Robert Jones, Bung Jones' oldest son, graduated from Dartmouth in June and is taking up the study of law this fall. Donald, his younger brother, returned from a trip to the Pacific Coast just in time for the opening of the University of New Hampshire, where he is now a sophomore. He played on the freshman team last year and he is expected to make the varsity this season. If he can play football half as well as his old man could deliver Lincoln's Gettysburg speech, then he should be All-American material.

Harry Higman's son Chester was married on September 1 to Beatrice Kauffman.

Eric Kelly says that Harold Rugg knows more famous people than any other living man. To prove it, he sent in a picture of Harold with the lone survivor of the Indian era—Pawnee Bill, which was taken in New Mexico where Harold spent considerable time for the purpose of regaining his health. If Harold continues his visits to the Southwest and makes it a custom to associate with these men who never removed their Colts and slept with their boots on, he will soon be known as Two-Gun Rugg.

When Bob Blood plodded painfully through his Greek textbook in his pursuit of an education, he little dreamed that he would be able to use the knowledge of that language to great advantage. Apparently the Greeks of New Hampshire must have recognized him as a fellow countryman, because a recent issue of the Manchester Union shows a picture of our own Bob seated at the speakers' table among descendants of old man Pericles, wrestling apparently with success with a plate of soup. A flattering reference is made in the adjoining column to Bob as a distinguished guest of Ahepa, America's most prominent Hellenic organization. With the experience Bob received that night, he should be able to order food successfully in almost any Greek restaurant.

Dave Main has just sent in a copy of the Denver Post, which has the following headline: "Author Eric P. Kelly, Former Coloradan, Pays Denver Visit." It pays a splendid tribute to Eric as an outstanding writer of children's stories.

President,. Room 1430, Merchandise Mart Chicago, Ill.

* 100% subscribers to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, on class group plan.