Class of 1914
Perhaps because it's officially spring, or maybe on account of the heavy snowstorms they are having through the Middle West .... what with floods in California, while in New England we have lovely, balmy sunshine—the sermon might start on the Pacific coast and work east, beginning with Zut Therrien who is located in Seattle, Wash., with the Isaacson Iron Works, 2907 East Marginal Way.
No matter how far they get, they always have to buy their ski equipment from John Piane, and from a letter we gather that Zut is quite upset about the bad press his fair city has in the unregenerate East. We gather that—"Many of the horrible things said about Seattle relative to the labor conditions etc. are totally unfounded." Seattle is just about the acme of places in which to live, and Zut otherwise is in excellent health and expects to have a boy by the name of John in the class of 1949.
"Squeaks from the Golden Gate" includes the information that Bill Washburn and Herb Gridley did excellent trencher work at the annual Dartmouth Night at the Yacht Club in San Francisco. Those boys out there are certainly getting het up about the Stanford game this fall. Apparently there is going to be plenty of entertainment for all and sundry who are lucky enough to attend.
Jumping quickly southeastward, we hear that Bill Holway is chief engineer on the big federal government enterprise, the Grand River Ford project in Oklahoma, and that Bill's son, Junior, expects to be in the class of 1942.
With a quicker hop from federal projects to the realms of economic royalism, we read with interest the report of the annual meeting of the United States Steel Corporation this week and noted that our good friend, Enders Voorhees, has been reelected chairman of the finance committee. We are very proud of your meteoric career these past five years, Enders, but we realize that it goes back to the long hard years of preparation since your days at Hanover.
Ken Fuller, we understand, is back from Florida, shivering around Boston for a few days preparatory to taking up summer residence in the Berkshires. This is nice work . . . . and Ken got it! ... . And if we understand it correctly, he runs a bank at Palm Beach during the winter months and comes back to the Berkshire hills for the summer, which is certainly an ideal combination if there ever was one.
WHAT ABOUT COMMENCEMENT THIS YEAR?
For the past four years 1914 has been represented in Hanover at Commencement in increasing numbers, and this year the pre-25th should be carefully considered. Next June we will have a grand time but this year's preview we believe will be quite interesting too. Of course, there will be nothing formal about it but it's really a lot of fun to 101 l about Hanover over a weekend with nothing particular on your mind and a group of your own gang to play around with. Better think it over and make your plans.
Sig Larmon in his capacity as chairman of the Alumni Fund Committee this year has been busy these past few weeks traveling about attending opening gun campaigns. Unfortunately we missed the meeting in Boston, but we understand that Sig's presentation of the Fund campaign was exceedingly well made. This, of course, is no news to any member of our class, conversant as we are with Sig's ability to take over and manage a big scale project.
Your Secretary has just attended a meeting of alumni representatives from a great many colleges, and the one thing they are totally unable to appreciate and fathom in the Dartmouth Alumni Fund campaigns is the vast amount of time and effort alumni as individuals give to this Several with whom we talked, knowing' Sig's position in the advertising field simply could not conceive of him do the amount of work on the Fund campaign considering the extent of his business activities
And, of course, this is true of the class agents right down along the line. Perhaps we don't appreciate that Dartmouth has these men with willingness and ability to do this work. And our class particulary with its long-established habit and good record in fund contributions, can do their part by making individual contribution! early and thus lighten the burden on our own fund leaders and clean up our fund work early in the campaign.
W. C. Gilbert writes from Washington D. C., that he has nothing in the way of personal information to contribute beyond the fact that his two sons are in high school and that poppa is plodding along at the old job watching the bald spot grow.
Larry Nichols' son suffered a severe accident recently while winter sporting, with a broken leg high up near the hip. At present he is in the hospital undergoing an involved treatment with pulleys and so forth, to be followed by a session in a cast; but he is coming along, and certainly we all hope this unfortunate occurrence will end in complete recovery.
Carroll Edson writes that he has collected his family at 401 Clarendon St., Syracuse, N. Y., but beyond that deponeth not the state of the nation with him.
Ralph Phelps writing from Altoona, Pa., sends a cryptic card: "No kids, no news, noluck, no money!" We know a lot better, as he is a utilities tycoon and is considered quite an expert in the merchandising of electrical equipment.
Bob Noble, from whom we have heard nothing for years, writes that his kids are getting along fine in school. And as poppa is head of the school the teachers pass them on every other year. That's an idea for some of you boys with educational problems.
We have just learned that Hal Castle has a son a sophomore at Hanover and another boy who is a freshman at Muskegon Junior College, Mich., where Hal is at present located.
Arthur Thompson, writing from Stapleton, Staten Island, says his daughter, Jeanette, will graduate from Smith College this year and that his son, Arthur Jr.,is at the Staten Island Academy, as is Peter, We are glad to hear from you, Arthur.
Jess Babcock, Niagara Falls, N. Y.,has a daughter, Eleanor, just completing her freshman year at Mount Holyoke.
Pidge Butler sends us a pleasant note from Saratoga Springs, N. Y., mention that his daughter, Mary, is now at more College.
DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTION
Our most roving reporter takes us to task gently for a stupid error we quite inadvertently committed in the compilation of the April Notes. Apparently it makes a difference where one works and/or lives in certain Florida cities. We were chided thus: "Ken and 'Vee' Fuller do not live inWest Palm Beach; rather Ken's bank andhome are in Palm Beach. I think Kenwould appreciate the correction."
Thanks, R. P. Apologies, Ken. How'd you like the snowstorm yesterday?
Those of you who may be wandering through Salem this summer with the missus had better keep away from Abe Newmark's store, that is, unless you have a fat pocketbook. We have it on the authority of Roger Rice that Abe's lineup of spring costumes is so complete and attractive that it is very expensive to have the gals wander around. This is really a compliment. Abe, because if the girls do read this MAGAZINE they just won't be able to resist a "look-see."
Recently the Boston press carried a story of the annual dinner of the United Shoe Machinery employees, featuring the president doing a Gene Krupa on the drums. Prominently included was our old friend, Paul Simonton, with his ever-present piccolo. Everyone who roomed in Wentworth Hall freshman year will recall Paul and his piccolo!
Perhaps you have noticed recently on meeting Dartmouth men of our generation a strained and drawn appearance, even darker than the current recession countenance. Probing deeply into the situation and studying the methods of Doctor Gallup in scientific sampling which we have available in Fortune at the home of a banking friend, we have arrived at a conclusion or trend or something. These extremely worried gents invariably have sons with applications filed for entrance to Dartmouth, and these are the crooocial days of awaiting the final decision of the Selective Process system.
We who have but a daughter just at the stage of untangling Caesar's bridge-building and putting back into lucid French such teasers as "The pen and pencil are on the table" are without first-hand information concerning the situation, which afflicted fathers affirm is almost like a man having a son all over again.
First comes the glow of filing the first papers, plus some goodly spade work with those of Junior's teachers who have been struggling with him these past years. Then dad pays all his debts to Dartmouth men in the community lest Mr. X pop up on the interviewing alumni committee. Junior is paraded about in the proper places before the proper people. No mistakes are possible at this period.
Then come the disquieting rumors from Hanover. 12,000 applicants this year. 50 from our town. All quotas are being reduced. They are taking only the upper sixteenth from each school. To inquiring friends a forced smile betrays waning hope. Comes March and Junior's card shows no improvement in English—his weakest- subject, Meals are eaten in silence. Parents avoid the subject. Junior has a fight with the girl friend The Zero Hour
And then that never-to-be-forgotten Saturday! Mother is home alone when the letter comes. Junior is "in." We'll skip her pardonable tears. Junior, of course, takes it in stride and begins to think forward to his chances of making the team. Dad, however, goes to town. You have been slapped on the back by such dads and know the symptoms.
They say it's a tough experience and Bob Strong could probably echo the doctor's adage: "I've never lost a father yet!"
Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston
