Class of 1935
The S.S. Normandie coasted into New York harbor a day and a half before Christmas, bearing a heavily bearded individual who peered over the after-deck visibly impressed with the height and general grandeur of the city. The impressed individual was the errant Secretary of the class of '35, slightly disguised, but with an eager look for news in his eye. Honestly, though, I am what you -might call slightly out of touch with the precise activities of the class during the last six months, when George has taken over the column with such excellent results. I appreciated the help which everyone gave while I was in England and the patience exercised by those who wrote letters and then had to wait a more or less indefinite time for any appearance of them in the alumag or acknowledgement from me. Those days are over, and the class is once more close-coupled. What we need now is a little push-pull. My address is above.
The first fellow I ran into was J. D. Wolff, who was musing quietly in the lounge of the Dartmouth Club in N. Y. about various job prospects to materialize when he graduates from Harvard Law this June. Upon prodding, a long list of familiar names emerged, and it seems that Fritz Hormel, Doug Ley, Frank Wright,Bill Dinneen, Bud O'Brien, Dick Upton, and some others are still up there. Morehouse is at Harvard Business School and has done exceeding well; so exceeding, apparently, that he's top man and has landed what is described as a wonderful job.
Still on the track of the elusive lawyer, I went up to New Haven a day or so ago on the way to Hanover, where these notes are being written. Dave Gallagher is just beginning up there after polishing off Oxford nicely, thank you, and complains that he is having to work. His skiing, however, has improved after intensive training in Garmisch, St. Moritz, Davos, etc., and his flashing foreign style came and conquered at Placid this Christmas. He and a well known Swiss international fought out the novice ski race together. The anomaly was completed by the Swiss winning and Gallagher being credited with victory much to his annoyance when it appeared in print.
Equipped with a new-fangled green eyeshade and bending over a big pile of law reports was Bill Mathers, who knocked off long enough to impart the information that it was no use looking for GeorgeHoke, because he'd gone to Hamp for the week-ei}d. So maybe there's not so much to this law school racket as some try to make out. George is number one squash man, and the law school team recently took over the Yale varsity neatly. Fritz Beebe is taking over the books pretty neatly, too. He's on the Review and doing first class work. Mathers, incidentally, has landed a job with Millbank and Tweed in N. Y. C. Also in the library and with a litigious gleam in his eye was Leon Kanter.
But I have a suspicion that you know about these fellows already and want some mystery men cleared up. So do I, but apparently my efforts are lousy. A year or so ago, if you remember, there appeared in two installments an anonymous letter with some breezy news from Boston. I combed the files and thought I had matched the writing of one of our better known Bostonites. So I wrote him a note asking. There was no reply, but now I find awaiting me here two postcards of the Copley "Merry-Go-Round," with this on both of them from "Anonymous No. 1" and "Anonymous No. z":
"News while it is news—hot off the press:We're not Theta Delts, Theta Chis, norPhi Beta Kappas—you iveren't even tepid(!) But this gin is getting so. Time marcheson. Remember the Tavern. PS. The hotair you throw probably filled those bicycletires."
O.K. boys, I leave it to you.
George has already mentioned RandyStowell's marriage to Phoebe Hinman, delectable cousin of Ed Hinman, who's still up in the Canadian wilds with the International Paper Company I think. Any- way, Randy and Phoebe are in Bermuda now after a wedding shrouded in the darkest mystery. But the reason for the mystery in the beginning is becoming clear because this is what the Boston Post tersely said. Don Hagerman has the clipping and treasures it: "Rand N. Stowell, Dixfield, Me.,lumberman; Phoebe Hinman, 73 Pinckney St., receptionist." No more, no less.
Harry Kennedy is gaily making New York City sit up and talk. After working on the publicity for "Father Malachy's Miracle" for the Mercury Theatre, he has shifted to the new production of "Caesar," which in modern dress and without scenery has actually drawn a crowd. Which all goes to show that old Will still has a punch left if he is properly managed. OmerWhipple at last out of the hospital is going to Teachers College at Columbia, and suavely or glibly, or somehow, teaching a girls' class nearby for practice.
Floyd and Janet Pansing send a Christmas card with neatly tabulated but jubilant information inside that "This happened October 16, and don't ever miss married life. Wife: Janet Cockerill, Delta Gamma from Southern Cal. My occupation: advertising department Delco-Frigidaire Conditioning Division General Motors Sales Corp. (Which sounds allright.) Located: in Dayton, Norman Court Apartments." Floyd has run into PhilHemphill. He seems to have a new job.
Ed Offutt's mentioning that the only contact he has had with the class recently has been seeing pictures of Rockwell in Life makes me think that some mention ought to be made of the subtle change which is apparently creeping over the erstwhile hardcase chubber. I don't know whether it is the Princeton atmosphere, but Rocky is beginning to wear a stiff collar with grace, beginning even to like 'em I suspect. And he has something to do with a Fifty-ninth Earl of Sussex nowadays. And both he and Bill Lingley worked in a girls' camp last summer, though luckily not the same one. Ed Offutt is on the last leg of his Ph.D. in Houston, Texas.
Still complete with beard I wandered into Lord and Taylor's to buy a hat the first day I was in New York and was spotted by Ray Morgan, who is now married to a very petite and attractive young lady from N. Y. Ray is up at Hampden College and plans to follow in the footsteps of his father by entering the ministry via the Yale Theological School next year. Another fellow who had dropped temporarily out of sight is S. D. Benson, who has just finished up the past year at Spring, field College and has secured a position as desk secretary of the Albany (N. Y.) YMCA. He says the Dartmouth spirit still burns strong, with his heart still with the college in the hills.
I suppose it is only fair to save tremendous news for the end, if only to serve as bait to drag you all through an initial column which is not exactly sparkling with scandal, nor overweighted with brandnew information. But Harry Ferries announces that Mr. and Mrs. Harry S. Ferries have "TWINS! .... Judith AnnFerries—5 pounds 4 ounces; John CharlesFerries—6 pounds 3 ounces. Born December 7, 1937-" And Harry says:. "We maynot have a justifiable claim for the 'ClassBaby', but this sort of business takes a man. The twins send their regards, andthey and their mother (Anne McGaffin,Smith '35) are doing very nicely. How's forsome competition?"
ODDS BODKINS: (Remember them?)
Where is Harry Libbey or Sergeant Quirt? And Ralph Lazarus.? Eddie Burke is in N. Y. C. Link Washburn has a new polar bearskin with lovely brown eyes that match another member of the family. Dave Pierce is with Scribner's. JohnnyBryant has married Kitte Brandt after finishing at DePauw. Walt Gless is pounding away at all comers to buy Dartmouth Club of N. Y. C. debenture bonds, and they sound like a good thing. Walt Kadlec is with DuPont at the Empire State—selling. Charlie Huston is married and works in Pa. Tom Foley works in Newark and looks increasingly distinguished. Jack Parfitt is at medical school in the Middle West somewhere. Frank Allen is at La. State and is going into sugar. (How's that?) Scotty McPherson is plant engineer in a paper mill in Wausau, Wis. BudSteinle is running a ranch in Texas—sorry that's Cam Duncan—Bud's only married; on New Year's day to Virginia Harriet Christiansen of New Britain, Conn. What are these stories about Bill Clark?
Christmas cards from Dick Meyers in Dallas, Texas. A very attractive one from Frank Corlett, apparently now in Detroit though presumably still in the trailer business. Dick Muzzy still in Wellesley, JoeParachini, whose voice according to reports continues to improve. Ed Keanewith Christmas cheer alongside a dry martini glass. From Dud Russell and the "Siesta." Harry Marchmont-Robinson,Dave and Eleanor Smith and JimOughton.
Jim sends "greetings to the class" and claims no news but Kreer's new baby. A few months ago a familiar voice hailed me as I was gazing into a shop window on Prince's Street, Edinburgh, and there was Jim. To say we had a party would be adequately describing the subsequent events. The King and Queen were visiting Earn- burgh at the time, and so we went out to see the fireworks first; at least almost first. Then we returned and manufactured some fireworks ourselves. The next morning Jim left in his shiny new Vauxhall in the general direction of Ireland, and we made tearful farewells. As I do in my turn until next month rolls around. .
Secretary, 68 Cambridge Place, Brooklyn, N. Y.
