1916

It is always a pleasure to start off the class notes with the story of a Balmacaan party. Maybe the telling will bring wandering or stay-at-home-by-the-radio Sixteeners to the next shindig. Just thirty-two Balmacaaners sat down at the festive board at the University Club at the Harvard game night before. Whitey Fuller, Dartmouth live-wire publicity director, and a student of football if ever there was one, gave us a keen analysis of the team and its prospects. Lucky—l'll say we were. Just think of seeing DeWitt Stillman of Kenilworth, Ill., and Vivian Fletcher at their first Balmacaan party in twenty years. Bob Clunie came down from Maine; Honey Abraham, father of four, from Burlington, Province of Vermont; Jake Mensel from the hills of Bristol, Pa.; Leigh "Beau Brummel" Rogers, from Washington, D. C.; Dr. Jay Gile from Hanover; and Bob Brown from Nashua. No overcuts were taken by the following, who answered "here": Bob Steinert, Art Fiske, Johnny Mullen, Duff Lewis and his twin Rod Soule, Bill "Old Medford Rum" Caldwell, Art Marsden, Max Bernkopf, Gran Fuller, Gil Tapley, Hathaway Bakery's treasurer, Joe Carleton, Frank Bobst, Bill Mott, Fred Bailey, Dick Ellis, Ted Walker, Sam Cutler, Dr. Parker Hayden, Howdy Parker, Joe Newmark, Hobey Baker, and Tog Upham.

To top off the evening, Alec and Estelle Jardine had us out to their new Wellesley Hills home. In the words of Leigh Rogers, Alec's pillared Georgian Colonial mansion is some tent. The Whoopee room is a replica of the Dartmouth Campus. Since we forgot the holy water, the house was improperly blessed, so Alec and Estelle have asked the gang out again and want to make it an annual party. On behalf of the class, we thank you both—l need a volume to describe the wonderful party given us.

My reporters at the Yale game saw Dr. Shorty Shaw, John Boyle McAuliffe, DeWitt Stillman, Ray "Wall Street Devoe, Johnny Pelletier, Paul Richardson, George Pratt, Johnny Curtin, Alvin Caiman, Frank Bobst, and Leigh Rogers. There must have been more Balmacaaners present, but my newshawks failed to report.

Vivian Fletcher is temporarily with Standish, Racey & McKay in Boston, and if any firm is looking for a good research man, look up Viv, for he wants to stay in New England—can you blame him?

At long last, one Leonard Wakefield Joy, Bones to you, has started writing songs again. You have probably heard his two new songs on the air—"Forget if you can" and "When Pa was courting Ma." It's about time Bones got going on this song-writing business. We hope you keep at it.

The Boston Herald of October 27 published a lengthy editorial on the Port of Boston. Quoting: "The Port Authority is doing its work energetically and efficiently, thanks largely to Secretary Richard Parkhurst." And our Dick has done and is continuing to do a splendid job.

I wish I had had this note from Dr. Rod Wyman, Reno, Nevada, in time to get word to all Balmacaaners who are going to the Stanford game. Rod has a suite at the Fairmount Hotel, San Francisco all ready to entertain Sixteeners and wives, before and after the game. Rod reports a little late that he has a young son, Michael, who will be two years old on November 15.

I wonder what Phil Stackpole, expert on municipal and tax exempt bonds, will do if Balmacaaner Magill's plan for taxing the exempts goes through. My, but life is complicated!

Have you ever been presented with a bouquet of flowers in a crowded hotel lobby. Well, I was-Leigh Rogers and Jake Mensel, surrounded by house detectives, presented Kay and me, after a very flattering speech, with one of those big potted palms in the Copley Plaza lobby. We didn't accept their gift.

Mensel is not only a poet, but an artist and a geologist as well—only he uses sugar to demonstrate his theories on soil erosion.

I do wish the class could read the lovely letters I have received from Mrs. John W. Emery, Mrs. Edgar C. Blanchard, and Mrs. Bailey; V. N. Emery, mother, sister, and widow of our Bailey.

Balmacaan has furnished two entrants to this year's freshman class—Ollie Barr sent Ollie Jr., and Herb Dingwall started Herb Jr. on four glorious years in Hanover.

Fletch Andrews, sojourning at Yale Law School, in a professorship for the year, failed to show up at our Harvard party. Lewis Gove's thirteen-year-old daughter, Insley, is making a name for herself these days as an artist. Horace Fishback Brookings, South Dakota banker, is crooning no less, in the Village Choir. Talk about news this month, our genial treasurer came through with a raft of it. He tells me that the hurricane left George Pratt down in West Hartford, naked-at least, George told Frank his front lawn was stripped. It seems Professor John Stearns of the Dartmouth faculty has cider and a garden and needs assistance with both. I wonder if the cider is anything like the North Country libation that Jay Gile, Shorty Shaw, Leigh Rogers, Ed Riley, and Bones Joy talk about.

Stamford, Conn., has gone Republican, but it hasn't bothered Judge Max Spelke so very much. Olin Smith, now of the xao Elm St., Buffalo, N. Y., Smiths, will be at the Cornell game. Herb Stiegler, the Lawrence, Mass., furniture magnate, claims as does A 1 Sloan of General Motors, that business is picking up. Pike Larmon is doing quite well for himself down in Bay Side, Long Island, Rog Evans has nothing to do, as usual, except act as director of the Industrial Bureau staff of the Philadelphia Chamber of Commerce. I wonder what Rog does in his spare time. Ed Kirkland is professoring up at Bow- doin College, whose football team was surprised recently by Dave Morey's team. Ed Kiley was afraid to come up to the Boston tea party because he wasn't sure Jake Mensel was coming. Those two ex- pected to do a job on me, but Ed "Ozite Cassius" Kiley reneged. A 1 Caiman is teaching at Upsala, Bill Biel continues to travel from Park Avenue all over the country. Lucille Cutler s Samuel Ernest has to go fishing up in New Brunswick twice a year. I'd like to know how Sam was able to convince Lucille, that his health required four weeks' fishing a year. Russ Leavitt's red-headed son, Frank, is enrolled at New Hampshire University. Jim Coffin will have a son ready for Dartmouth next September.

I've talked with Ralph Parker and Bob Brown at Nashua, Jim Shanahan and Ben Moxon at Manchester, Emery Lapierre, Ralph George, and Russ Leavitt in Concord. These Granite-Staters still look young, and have time to enjoy life.

Cliff Gammons, leading legal light o£ Atlas Powder Cos., Wilmington, Del., is quite busy these days but still finds time to act as alumni consultant on applicants for admission and attends all the gatherings of the active Wilmington association.

From the number of changes of addresses coming through, it looks as if Balmacaan is moving to California. Shorty Hitchcock and Dan Coakley take note and welcome these Sixteeners: Dan Lindsley, Room 625 Edison Bldg., 601 West 5th St., Los Angeles. Linus J. Murphy, 729 P. E. Bldg., 6th and Main St., Los Angeles. James "Desperate" Desmond, 1006 Orchard Drive, Inglewood; and Bob McClure when he returns from his lecture in the East at 960 North Los Robles St., Pasadena.

Ros Magill has returned to 35 Claremont Ave., N. Y. C. Viv "Jock" Fletcher goes to Townsend, Mass., each night; Bill Osborn is now living at 487 Edgewood Road, Mansfield, Ohio; Chandler T. White, Route 107, Loudonville Road, Albany, N. Y. (sounds like the country to me); Fletcher Andrews can be reached until June at 236 Edgehill Road, Hamden, Conn.; William A. R. Gough, Carreau & Cos., 63 Wall St., N. Y. C.; Paul H. "Kike" Davis, Boite Postale 205, Antwerp, Belgium; and Alec Jardine's new mansion-34 White Oak Road, Wellesley Hills, Mass.

Now if you chaps like to read the news about the other Balmacaaners why don't you write me something about yourself? I can't make news!— Although I would tell some very nice stories about Tony Garcia, Abe Lincoln, Johnny Curtin, and what a job I could do on Dan Coakley, Ed Riley, Ed Kiley, Ben Eastman, Hap Ward, Chet Woolworth, Tex Bradford, Bob Dana, if ever I should spill the beans. This does not constitute a threat—it's just a reminder.

Secretary, 37 Maple St., Stoneham, Mass