Class of 1930
As we look out on the snowy April campus, the quickening pulse of spring arises with the thought that perhaps this is one of the last few snowstorms of the year and that in a few more weeks with the melting of the snow the hidden earth will reappear, followed soon by the robins and all of the cheery precursors of spring. Don't think we are kidding about this. Hanover is white with snow, and we are really hopeful.
In warmer climes, there seem to be more storks than robins. Out in Madison, Wis., we find Judith Esther arriving at the nice modern home of the FRED TANGEMANS. We are a hardened veteran of thousands of baby announcements, but the Tangemans knocked our eyes out with the announcement of Judith Esther, which includes a red seal, a signature of Judith Esther's footprints, obviously bona fide, and by a complicated sort of cross-word puzzle arrangement, an advertisement for Pet Milk.
BART MCDONOUGH comes through with the name of the newsworthy McDonough daughter, Mary, and her birthday last November29.
In last month's issue we inserted a late flash about HANK SALISBURY. Having read in the papers about the plane crash in California which involved a pilot named Henry Salisbury, we finally wrote with consummate tact to Mrs. Salisbury, hoping that the worst assumption was incorrect but advancing the profound sympathy of the class if it was. We were relieved to receive a reply which began, "I am sorry toinform you that I still have a husband,both alive and well. Not 'too' well, for hebecame a father to Judith Webb Salisburyon March 6 after a protracted period ofanticipation, and the fresh young bloomis just now reappearing in his cheeks." Hank is an up-and-coming engineer with North West Airlines, and has lately acquired a new stripe which makes him a lieutenant (junior grade) in the U. S. N. R.
"Terrible Terry .... 'the' real McCoy, red hair and all" (his father's description, not ours) arrived at the establishment of PHIL and Win TROY at 1040 Giddings S. E., Grand Rapids, Mich., on March 1.
HUB CHRISTMAN brings us up to date finally concerning John Herbert Christman (December 27, 1935) and Sally Elizabeth Christman (July 14, 1937). Hub doesn't say much about himself except that the medical profession isn't entirely untouched by a certain economic phenomenon currently taking place, but corrects our errors on JOHNNY MARSH, saying that our late references to him "lend weight toyour remarks about his delinquency incorrespondence." It seems that Johnny, instead of being an insurance man as designated by us, has been with Otis Steel Company for several years and is at present becoming a country gentleman, "having acquired a suburban estate on ahigh cliff overlooking Rocky River'valley,about fifteen miles from Cleveland. FromJohnny's backyard is a trail leading intothe valley which he says would make agood ski run. I am ready/' remarks Dr. Christman, "to undertake the necessary repair work any time he tries it."
We don't know how J. Edgar Hoover ever missed out the way he did on BUD FRENCH, who continues to be one of the hottest sleuths in operation and would doubtless put to shame G-man HOOD. JIM DALGLISH has been for years one of the most persistent fugitives from secretarial pursuit. The eagle eye of old man French noted the announcement of Jim's prospective marriage to Miss Esther Jane Parsons, daughter of Mr. Walter Taylor Parsons, on Sunday, March 27. Failing, in spite of the cooperation of the telephone company, to reach Jim, Bud finally telephoned the fiancee and not only got Jim's address but also an invitation to the wedding.
This seems to be about the extent of our limited nuptial information for May, unless you count the fact that Carl W. Haffenreffer Jr. served niftily as a page boy at a recent family wedding. This nuptial stuff always picks up in June.
We have before us a headline of a size customarily used only for the declaration of war and other major catastrophes, which says "FRED C. SCRIBNER JR. Again isChairman of G. O. P. City Committee." G. O. P. affairs in Portland (you have doubtless heard of Maine and Vermont) proceed with harmony, and Fred's defeated opponent immediately moved for an unanimous vote. So if you were still thinking of Fred as a ward heeler on the tough Portland waterfront, you will have to revise your picture, because Fred is obviously the boss and is now in the process of naming the heelers Lieutenant JACK SMITH, late of the Yangtze Patrol, put in an appearance in Hanover a few weeks ago. He promised soon to let us know where he would be carrying forward some anticipated advanced medical study during the year While we are still in the Navy, we might add that, accompanied by a notorious Boston personage who had best remain unnamed, we recently went out to Squantum, Mass., to call upon LIEUTANANT HAMILTON DISSTON SOUTH, who leads a marine air squadron and also teaches Naval Reserve fliers. Things were humming around the Squantum Airport. Hammy had a short time previously been seen in Hanover during the course of a trip around New England colleges, recruiting fliers Hammy reported that GEORGE SARLES is associated as a reserve flier with the Floyd Bennett Field.
DICK SQUIRE has come back from Cincinnati, where he was assistant superintendent of Rollman and Sons, and we have an address for him back home in Chevy Chase, but recall a statement by somebody, probably Bud French, that Dick is headed toward New York COLLIE YOUNG'S departure for Hollywood appears to mean that he is to be storybuyer for Myron Selznick, Inc., but there are some reports that he will also maintain his connection as literary agent with Brandt & Brandt We are going to stop trying to keep up with STUFFY MCINNES, now a trainmaster for the Erie in Marion, Ohio TAIL RUMPF at this late hour informs us of the birth of an unnamed son last September 13 We were right about DICK BOWLEN, whose job is in the financial department of the Brown Company at Portland, Me., temporarily commuting to Boston on week-ends until the Bowlen family can come to rest in some more convenient manner Not having heard any explosions from Albany, we add to our last month's installment on CARNELL the fact that he is secretary of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Northeastern New York We have a new address for 808 DUNLAP at Signal Hill Drive, Newton, Ohio, while Bob continues as a partner in Dunlap & Dunlap, investment securities, in Cincinnati. There are numerous allegations about his marriage, but we have no supporting data.
Here's a wedding announcement that we almost lost, a clipping from the HeraldTribune of February 26 to the effect that Miss Elcy Easton, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Easton of Albany, was married on that day to MR. GEORGE D. GARRETT JR. Dr. Paul Garrett, dean of Sarah Lawrence College, was best man for his brother. The couple thereupon departed by motor for Canada.
KAYO KAPLAN, we are told by MERIT WHITE, belongs among the '30 erudite, with a Harvard Ph. D. in biology of 1933 vintage. He is now teaching in the Harvard Medical School and doing research, and furthermore, according to Whitey, should be listed among our benedicts, though we have no data on that score. .... As for Whitey himself, he dropped in a few weeks ago while in the course of launching a motor trip back to Pasadena, where he is going to resume research work in earthquake-proof construction design, on a research foundation. If we should start a roll-call of erudition, we couldn't leave Whitey off. He would also qualify on the basis of absent-mindedness. He had a fair assurance that he had been married —was, in fact, headed for Texas to pick up his wife—but was a little vague about the date, which he finally concluded was "about July 22, 1934." The bride was Lillian Elspeth Bracher of Alhambra, Calif., and the nuptials were celebrated at Yuma, Ariz. As we note that Whitey attended the Alhambra High School way back in 1923- 24, we suspect that this was a boyhood romance.
Numerous Thirtymen have been encountered here and there during the past month and numerous items gleaned, some desiccated and some moderately meaty, but if we started remembering a few, we would forget so many that it would be a mistake to try. With your class agent, Captain Pinkerton of the Secret Service, on the job during the coming weeks, further efforts on our part would just gild the lily, anyway. Reference to the class agent recalls the Alumni Fund and reminds us to deplore a tendency which Thirtymen share with other alumni, resulting in the arrival of half of the Alumni Fund contributions in the last two weeks of the campaign, to the acute distress of the harassed class agent. The inertia of the class of 1930 compares favorably with its other superlative qualities Do you get the idea?
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
