Class of 1918

A few more weeks—and reunion! Gosh, there have been times in the past when it seemed as though the date never would get here_and now it will be over all too soon.

From the European edition of the Herald-Tribune we learn that a 200 lb. safe containing several thousand francs was carted away by thieves from the office of Necessary Luxuries, an American company specializing in dairy products in Paris. The proprietor of this establishment is none other than our own George Hull.

Here we are thinking of the approaching reunion—and yet a winter item must be chronicled. Harvey Hood spent two weeks (latter part of Feb.) skiing at Stowe, Vt. Harvey announces the class nominating committee, with F. Dusussoit Duke as chairman. Other members include Sid Holbroolk, John Cunningham, Clarence Opper, and Ed Ferguson. "I assume the actual nominations will not be made publicuntil the time of our class meeting at Hanover," writes Harvey, "but Duke will welcome any suggestions from members ofthe class. His address is care of Life Magazine in New York."

While we'll all be headed back to Hanover to enjoy a good time and all that every last one of us will take the keenest sort of personal interest in one little program that is being arranged by Ed Booth. A brief memorial service for members of 18 who have passed into the beyond will be held, probably with one of the class' several ministers presiding.

Bob Fish has this slant on reunionamong others. "Undoubtedly poor business is causing some of the boys to line upon the wrong side of the fence," states our chairman of the Twentieth, "but what thehell, if yOU don't spend it on reunion, thegovernment will get it anyhow."

In Washington, D. C., early in March, your Secretary had lunch with Dick White, Clarence Opper, and Larry Pope. Dave Mccoy Was out town- Dick was feeling fine because of his new job of nursing the nurdermen the country over. Clarence was all pepped up over being named a member of the Board of Tax Appeals; and Larrymail here's a story about a six months' air mail campaign to relate. Anyway, Larry Was married on March 12 to Miss Mary Greenlee of Portland, Ore. Our best to the happy couple—and we'll be seein' you at reunion.

In New York (on the same trip) ran into McElwain, Martinez, Jasper Johnston, Dusty Rhodes, and Rosnell—around the new Dartmouth Club. The new club looked grand, so did the lads mentioned. Not a one inferred he wasn't coming up for reunion!

Hi Belding, Chicago investment banker and poppa of Hanover undergrad, says he saw quite a few Eighteeners at the annual Chicago banquet when Prexy Hopkins spoke. Among them: Mike Davies, Lyman Drake, Kozminski—and he has high hopes that all of that gang, as well as Freddie Carleton and Fritz Heaney, will be back for reunion. He will be on hand for the Farewell to Youth ceremonies.

A letter from our private operative in the wilds of Pennsylvania is along these lines: "Bob Ritter, the 'On-the-Squaresince 1876' clothier and haberdasher ofAllentown, has had a new honor heapedupon his head. He is now editor of 'TheUsaac Bulletin,' National official publication of the United States Army AmbulanceService Association. That group is officially designated as the one organized toperpetuate the friendships formed in theambulance service during the World War."

Our correspondent then continues: "One of the peripatetic secretaries ofalumni clubs was passinig through Orwigsburg, Pa., and stopped off for a couple ofhours to chin with Al Zulick, Orwigsburg'sgift to the shoe manufacturing industry.First inquiring at the offices of J. S. Zulick& Cos., he was directed to the other side ofthe city to the plant of the Children's WeltShoe Cos., where Tycoon Zulick was busyon a battery of long-distance telephonestrying to save cancellations of orders. Aftercoining a few dollars in the form of reinstated orders for the Easter trade, Al tookthe reporter to the Hotel Orwigsburg forluncheon. The moral to all this is: Eighteeners should make it a point to plan theirPennsylvania itineraries so they will passthrough Orwigsburg just before high noonon a weekday. If your map is not a largeone and you have difficulty in locating Orwigsburg (ed. note—the secret will out!) just figure it's half way between Pottsvilleand Hamburg, up the river from Reading." .... Our thanks to our contributor, but where in 'ell are Hamburg and Pottsville?

Jake Bingham, West Medford, Mass., crashes through with these items: "Perhapsmost of the class read what Bob Burroughssaid about Hubie McDonough in the 1921columns in the March MAGAZINE. It was tothe effect that Hubie was in a fair way tobe the next superintendent of the Manchester, N. H., schools. I have heard thesame thing from another Manchester resident; qualifications—native born, able educator, held respect of student body That eminent Chicagoan, Em Morse,graced Boston and its environs for severalweeks this March. East for business at theLever Bros, home office, he hopes to makea similar arrangement in June."

Ed Felt, Buffalo advertising man, wrote your Secretary a letter, and a few days later aforesaid Secretary dropped in on him in person. So the ed. notes are the result of personal investigation. Sez Ed in writing: "Today is bad anyhow. The oil burner we heat, our building with blew up at seven a.m. and deposited a neat film of lampblack over everything in the place, even up to the art department on the third floor. (Sounds like advertising to ye ed. Most of us advertising firms don't even have one floor; much less three! And anyway, it's probably the first time Ed's been 'in the black' for a long time, if another agency man who speaks sorrowfully from experience may speak his piece.) I have not heard from Medina since New Year's. (Ed. Note —on arrival, Ed phoned Medina—or rather his good wife Clara did—and as a result Tom Robbins and Mrs. Robbins are coming down tonight (April 3) to Buffalo for a good old Eighteen pre-reunion gabfest.) Don Scully will come to reunion. He just called (this is Ed writing again) and said his wife had declined his invitation, probably because of what Don recalled about the Fifth, which was his last appearance. Don especially wants to go up because his father, who is on the faculty, is just now recovering from pneumonia. Zack Taylor left us flat to go to Rochester. (Ed. noting again—Ed Felt has agreed to accompany me to Rochester and Syracuse on business, so mebbe we'll run into Zack, Ralph Bickford, Cort Horr, or some of the other lads.) Arch Robson is going to reunion, which, since he knows all our credit standings around here, is good only if he says nothing."

What is your Secretary doing here in Buffalo, enjoying the Felts' hospitality par excellence? Well, the inevitable search for business is the answer. Fact is, I had dinner the other night in Cleveland with Bill Bemis, and spent several hours in Akron with Jack Slabaugh. And hope to see some of the gang in Boston this week-end. Your Secretary is going out of office in the proverbial blaze of traveling glory. Sort of a "visitation of chapters trip." Oh yeah?

Bill and Mrs. Bemis are definitely coming to reunion. The Bemis and the Slabaugh are both honest-to-goodness outstanding attorneys in their sections. Jack's offices have just been done over, all swanky like, and make a liar out of him and his story of times are tough in Akron, etc. Incidentally, both Jack and Thelma will be on hand for June session, as will Paul Bloom, Akron investmenteer.

Compliments pour in for Bob Fish's latest "18-UP"and deservedly so. Believe Bob has in mind one more blast before reunion. From the list of those already signed up (see inside back cover of last issue) there's no doubt whatsoever that the Twentieth will be the reunion of reunions. If you haven't already sent in your "Yes, I'm coming," do so today. Bob's address is 11 East 36th St., New York City See where Bob named Harvey "2d President." Mebbe he meant Harvey should have a second term. Heartily agreed. And if this be pressure on the nominating committee, I'm sorry, Duke.

And so—on to what I have nicknamed "earning my living" and if the hitch-hiking route is still open, Bee and Al will see you in June!

A little addenda, penned in New York, after a day or so in Boston Gosh what weather, snow in Buffalo, cold as blazes in Boston, freezing rain in New York. While in Atlanta, it's spring. Why not go back there, then? Will follow that suggestion, shortly.

But first. This trip has made your scribe realize how some of the lads are changing a bit above the ears. Not referring to gray matter, but to their hair. Take Tom Robbins of Medina, for example. The lad is a perfect model for Herpicide. But he's running quite a foundry business up there in Northern New York and he and his wife are definitely coming to reunion. Chet Gale of 1919 sat in on a bull session with Ed Felt and Tom and got so pepped up over 1918 reunion chatter that he about decided to take it in himself.

Moving over to Syracuse, Ed and I called up Cort Horr. He produced Lymie Perkins 1916 and another chinfest was under way. Cort not only has greyed at the temples—quite distinguished looking for a loose leaf manufacturer—but he has also acquired one of the class' most outstanding middle aged spreads Then in Boston—Harvey Hood. The lad has lost a number of those golden locks he used to have and if he keeps on will rival Tom Robbins in that regard. Ed Ferguson also blew in—on his 43rd birthday incidentally. Ed has been doing a grand job rounding up Eighteeners in his section for the Farewell to Youth party Talked to Edith and Dick Cooley over the phone. After they found out that business had been bad in other sections too, they were perfectly willing to talk reunion, at length. Said that Tom O'Connell, the big costume man from Worcester, was coming over with all sorts of grand ideas for what the well dressed woman and man will wear at reunion. Harvey said he understood Robinson Hall had been signed for the class dance and that Stump Barr, Rolf Syvertsen and Ed Booth have been really strutting their stuff making plans.

Here in New York, visited Duke, the Dusossoit. On one wall a picture of a big fish he caught, on another a commission as lieutenant colonel on the staff of the Governor of Texas. In front of him a jar with sixteen pencils. No doubt to catch other fish—on the dotted line. For the gentleman sells advertising space as you are doubtless aware. Breakfast this a.m. with Jasper Johnston, now a big shot in New York for Corticelli, but the same genial soul he always was. And tonight a ping pong game with McElwain, and who dares say anything to him about Snow White's company? Tomorrow a.m. a session with Bob Fish and Ernie Earley to settle the affairs of the nation or something. They all ask "What do folks in the South think of Roosevelt?" Here's a story going the rounds down there A chap from New York visiting in the South was surprised to hear his Southern friend cussing out the president. After some ten minutes of this he timidly inquired: 'Whom did you vote for in 193 a?"

The Southern replied: "Roosevelt." But he went right on complaining about Roosevelt's attitude on wage and hour legislation, cussing him out for his Supreme Court action, and so on. So the New Yorker was moved to inquire: "Then whom did you vote for in 1936?"

"I voted for Roosevelt, of course," was the reply. "I've always voted the Democratic ticket and my father did before me, and his father before him. What's more, I'll always vote the Democratic ticket. But I tell you one thing—if you damned Yankees don't quit voting Democratic, too, and electing a Democratic president, this country will sure go to hell!"

REUNION UP!

Well, the moral, if any, is this: despite business conditions, a trip round the circuit is evidence that the gang is really going to turn out for the Twentieth in numbers. And the big majority will bring their wives, too But with all this talk of reunion, we don't want to lose sight of the- fact that the Alumni Fund campaign will soon be with us, and the class is definitely on the spot. The college looks to reunion classes to lead the way on contributions to the Fund and Frank Clahane will appreciate it tremendously if you'll pay attention to his very first appeal this year and crash through pronto.

Dave McCoy is now president of the Washington, D. C. alumni organization. Harvey Hood heads up the Boston club. Any other Eighteeners in the saddle? Word here at the Dartmouth Club of New York is to the effect that Ernie Earley again did a swell job running the annual Sophomore Fathers' Day Dinner Bob Fish says that the June week-end in .Hanover will do you more good than one of his old Eccy cramming sessions. And that's saying plenty!

Signing off again—this time no fooling.

Secretary, 910 Norris Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.