1916

By the time you read this column, the Harvard-Dartmouth game will be a matter of history. However, as these notes are being written Boston Balmacaaners are looking forward to Friday night of October 21 at the University Club, when the clan gathers, to eat, talk, listen to Whitey Fuller '37, the Bill Cunningham of this generation, sing, and recall ye olden days.

Bill Hale has been back from China for some time and the only men who have seen him have been Cliff Bean and Jim Shanahan. I missed Bill in Manchester, Gran Fuller has missed him in Boston. Jim tells me Bill talks with a Shanghai accent—whatever that is. If Bill goes back to China without seeing us, it will be just too bad.

Bob McClure is coming East to lecture under the auspices of the American Foreign Missions. I don't know his schedule, but if you folks see his lecture billed anywhere get in touch with Bob.

Congratulations to one Frank Tucker Bobst, hard-working class treasurer, on his election as general agent, successor to the Paul F. Clark Agency of the John Hancock Mutual Life Ins. Co., in Boston. Frank by seventeen years' hard work has earned the honor of heading the second largest agency in America. More power to you, Frank.

Andy McClary just narrowly escaped death during the hurricane. Andy was driving his car home in Windsor, Vt., saw a big tree falling, tried to turn out, but said tree crushed the rear into an eggshell. Andy escaped unhurt.

Tug Tyler will be in the East during November until Thanksgiving. The address will be 79 Bertwell Road, North Lexington, Mass., in care of Mrs. Ralph Tibbetts, his sister.

Willis Fitch '17 has just written a splendid book—"Wings in the Night," a story of American aviation on the Italian front during the war. Read it, if you possibly can, for it pays a wonderful tribute to our own Walter "Baldy" York. Those of us who loved Baldy—and who didn't—will be thrilled with the story.

John Hyde Mensel gave us an hour of his valuable time, while passing through Boston the other day. Jake was due on a Monday, but reached here on Wednesday. It seems he picked up a blonde hitch- hiker, who wanted to go to St. Albans, which he thought was between Worcester and Boston. So he carried her along and found himself in Canada and two days late. At least, this is the story the Bristol Squire told me.—Believe it or not!

The Executive Committee gathered in Boston on the seventh to go over class affairs. Bob Brown came down from Nashua; Dr. Jay Gile from Hanover; Ken Stowell came up from New York City; Johnny Pell from New Britain; Dick Parkhurst, Gran Fuller, Frank Bobst, and myself from Boston. It speaks well for the interests of the men in the class of 1916 that they traveled for miles to spend one evening going over class affairs. We were well rewarded, for Jay Gile gave us a story of the North Country that was a masterpiece.

I am very sorry to record the death of Neal Brewer. You will find the details in the Necrology column. Our members are growing less and less—and it strikes me that those of us who are left should never let an occasion go by that allows us to get together in the name of Dartmouth and 1916. The meetings are too rare to miss a single one.

Secretary, 37 Maple St., Stoneham, Mass.