Class of 1935
I wonder what your mood is this month? Would you rather hear plain prosaic news such as Charlie Berry's working for Cluett, Peabody & Cos. in New York, bucolic overtones such as the vision of Malvin Gelof in the Delaware Poultry Cos. in Wilmington, or rich juicy morsels of mysterious import like the confession of one of our number of modeling for the greater glory of Packard, and the upholding of the sumptuous ideal of "the manwho owns one" even though he doesn't . . . . yet?
Or are you perhaps, like Harry C.Ames, disinterested, and not receiving mail today thank you very much? What I should like to know is how you go about discovering a man is even disinterested if he doesn't receive mail. Nevertheless, it's a pleasure to find such a man in these days of furious partisanship.
Partisanship is characteristic of Dartmouth men, and it is being expressed in this woeful spread of conjugal felicity. Earle Mac Avoy has apparently married a girl named Miriam, who is reputed quite a swimmer. Bill Northcutt, Louisville's budding banker, has long benedicted and according to news from the DDD she is described "as the sort of Southern girl Yankees read about longingly andseldom have the good luck to see." Last week my mother discovered a letter which she had been hoarding for some time. It was a beautifully engraved announcement of Bobb Chaney's wedding to Mary Elizabeth Sheldon. Such is the inadequacy of your correspondent's memory that I received quite a shock when a few days later a wire from the aforementioned bloke incidentally mentioned that "LASTWEDNESDAY EVENING I BECAMEPROUD FATHER OF SEVEN POUNDBABY GIRL HAVE NAMED HERSALLY ALREADY PLANNING ONSOME WEEK-ENDS IN HANOVERBEST WISHES FROM US ALL ...BOBB." Which all goes to show that class secretaries shouldn't hoard wedding announcements until the approximate date the next year.
Also via the Stork Line comes AnthonyHattenbach, gracing the Harkness Pa. vilion at Medical Center and the Hattenbach family from March 13 on. Proud father Monroe has recovered sufficiently to return to the New York Merchandising Company.
Enough with life. Now for a little mystery. Henry Craig Smith '33 writes: "Fora long time I have been haunted by adoppel-ganger. One of me belongs to theclass of '33, and the other apparently tothe class of '35. This is all very disturbing 1 may be twins after all some have been so candid as to say that1 am big enough. But then, my motherwould surely have had sufficient commonsense to give us different names, toavoid such confusion And mywife! Can it be that the dear lady is unknowingly living in bigamy? .... Andtwo Dartmouth men, to boot! Four yearsof a double dormitory room have suggested to me what a hard life one smallbit of femininity would have with twomen with little else but granite in theirbrains." This is one of the funniest letters I have received in years, and if others will be similarly affected by an onrush of whimsy, I should be glad to include members of most any class at least on the mailing rolls of '35, even without the chance as Mr. Smith laments that "perhaps my own class has bounced me, soldme down the river, turned me over as afrozen asset ' OK, Smitty, however, you're out! Be it on your own head!
Before coming to the next portion of the program, a juicy morsel (not mysterious) which McCarty has lent me, some mention might be made of the fate of various medicos who are being thrust into action this summer. Harry Marchmont-Robinson has forsaken the West and will be at the Kings County Hospital in N. Y.; Cliff Mills at the Norwalk (Conn.) General; Bill Mumler at the Presbyterian Hospital, Chicago; TedO'Brien at the Muhlenberg Hospital in Plainfield, N. J., and incidentally, to be married soon. Dick Potter intends this too, but hospital unknown. John Ross at Bellevue; Ralph Seeiey at the Hartford Hospital; Jules Bromberg and HaroldOrenstein somewhere in New York, I believe; Johnnie Morrison at the Rhode Island General; Frank Van Kirk, who incidentally already has his M.D., having worked in the summers, also at the Presbyterian, Chicago. Johnny Jewett is at the Penn Hospital, not the Philadelphia as noted last month. Higgins' and Bob Quimby still have another year at McGill. The course is longer up there. Kalb Black is to be married, or did you know?
Mac received a letter from "Oslo again" the other day, and seeing the superscription, "Dear Bridgman Block and Mrs.Bridginan Block"; curled up by the fire for an evening with an "Amerikansk journalist pa Kristiansundsbesk," which properly looked at simply means that Sellmer was found loose in Kristiansund. He was even described in a newspaper interview as "den mest sympatiske representant for amerikansk presse," and is quoted in glowing compliments of Norwegian folk calling them "prektig folk," the best he ever met (they put that in headlines), and referring to some peculiar character in college who "snakket" all the time about Norway, whose father was a Norseman, and who sounds to me like Viking Halvorsen, may Thor be my witness.
Included are some snaps of Bob dressed in a fur hat and planted on the icy deck of a Norwegian coast guard boat—"strongas a bank vault, and about as comfortable.Broad in the bosom, so as to ride everywave Unfortunately, this alsomeans that every time you throw a cigarette overboard, the ripples keep thedamn boat rocking for three-quarters ofan hour." Besides rescuing a ship, carving a wooden chain with a souvenir knife, interviewing politicos on the Arctic Circle, and ending a party given by the Royal Norwegian Automobile Club with a case of the "intermittent, or synchro-oscillating forgets .... much worse than thepermanent variety, in that they allow youto remember effects, but not causes," Robert managed to make the remuneration fit the expense, and when last heard from was sleeping in a hallway in Stockholm during the hotel strike.
Dick Halvorsen, onetime snakkerer for the INS in London is back in New York and working, according to accounts, with Sports Illustrated, and playing lacrosse in odd moments. A somewhat antedated letter from him notes, however, that Jimmy (Whimsy) West has been persistent not only in insurance but "in his distaffrelations."
A letter from Carl Fischer decorated with a nose-diving plane—l hesitate to say bomber or fighter—tells about the U. S. Naval Air Station at Pensacola, Fla., where he has been since last fall. "After athree-week indoctrination period whichincludes seamanship, navy regulations,naval procedure, and two hours of drilling each day, we finally get around to being a menace in the air." There follows a regular course of sprouts in five squadrons, ending in mastery of the fighters, "in which we dive-bomb, cross-countryhop, and practice field gunnery." In a year they get three-fifty to four hundred hours in the air. Carl is enthusiastic and voluble over the "Shangri-La" of Pensacola. Time in New York with SoconyVacuum, Johns-Manville, and A. G. Spalding Bros, is a memory happily past, and it looks as if Carl had hit his stride. Loring Siegener is also at Pensacola.
In a final reaction to the "very niceform letters" (i.e., class dinner announcements) received, Dave Pierce breaks the silence to establish a professional camaraderie as one in the form letter business himself. In any case he works for Harperand Brothers, not Scribners as noted heretofore, was married in July of '35 to the former Sophia Cochrane of Boston. They live, "together with two dogs, twocats, three kittens, and a turtle" at 334 West 4th St., N. Y. C., and Dave has been engaged when away from the publishing business in defending himself from the insurance wiles of Bud Wise, who, from a Rutherford, N. J., base with Iris Chapman Wise and William Saylor Wise Jr. is making out very well, Jr. is being weaned to beer already.
"Clover Hill Place, the stately oldhome of Mr. and Mrs. Earl CranstonGrant in Columbus, was the scene Saturday afternoon, March 19, of the weddingof their daughter, Miss Suzanne GibsonGrant, to William Shepard Hawgood ofMentor Avenue, Painesville." Bob Rounsavall was one of the ushers. After a wedding trip to Florida and Havana, Cuba, Bill and Suzanne have settled down in Cleveland, with corresponding benefit to the Patterson-Sargent Paint Company.
Charlie Nayor writes to protest that it was not he, teacher, who sent in that clipping noted last month, and incidentally notes that other '35 hopefuls expecting to bask in a Harvard LL. B. come June include Fritz Hormel on the Review, Perk Bass, Gard Cushman, Sid Diamond, Dave Johnson, Riv Jordan, DougLey, Halsey Loder, Bud O'Brien, HarryReynolds, Dick Upton, Bux Weil, JayWolff, and Frank Wright.
Paul Hilli, who was up at Carnival this year, seems to be thriving at the Perkins Institute, and is studying at night. And if you are interested in ODDS BODKINS:
"It seems that every time I drop intothe Statler bar I find Reg Bankhart there Announcement finds Ken Kurson, Bangor, Me., movie magnate, engaged to Phyllis Green, of Newton, Mass.,quondam Wellesley. Lou Cole apparentlyquite the big butter-and-egg-man amongstthe hill-billies (i.e., NorthcuttJ of Louisville, Ky.; happily married, a proudfather, and owner of a new house." FrankHermes discovered in Geyer, Cornell, and Newell, Inc., N. Y. C buying space for Nash, Squibb, Kelvinator, etc. Where is Francis Bartlett Jr., who used to be in Tuckahoe? Harry Price holds forth in the Port Authority Building, N. Y. C., in the procuring division of WPA work. FrankCorlett has moved again—4373 Yates Ave., Chicago. Whasamatter, Frank, creditors? Charlie Varney, legislator, is married, March 4, Rockville, Conn., to Marjorie Wainwright. Bob Hage is back in town (New York), and class dinners are picking up. Jack Kingery's with Donneley and Sons, Chicago. Roy Ruether works in Boston for ASRCO, lives in Needham, calls on Yankee wholesalers.
Hobe Griffin took the plunge a while ago and married into good Dartmouth society to boot. The girl—Frieda Bryant, sister of Len Bryant (also married, as you know, and working in Buffalo), and A 1 Bryant '37. Johnny Howe broke away from the Human Enginering Laboratories in Hoboken long enough to be best man. Len was delayed a half hour bringing a stiff shirt from Buffalo. J. Jewett ushed. The happy pair beat it to North Conway.
John Holloway is with the General Motors Acceptance Corp. in Trenton. Doc Cornthwaite is breaking into politics early as campaign manager in G. O. P. ranks, while attending Albany Law. Chauncey Colton with mail order house in Baltimore. Is Roily Kendall going to dental school or is he still at St. Pete's, Fla.? Jack Eagan is reputed engaged, and assistant to superintendent of methods, Yale and Towne Mfg., Stamford, Conn. Charlie Tosi is engaged. Erskine St. Clair is milking cows, cleaning barns, and being generally useful at the Dairy Farm in Bellows Falls. He thinks back to those urban days with the scarcely bucolic Guaranty Trust. Bob Collins, in between skiing trips, is in the commercial department of Bell in East Orange, N. J. He wants a ski wife, any offers? Hube is traveling auditor for G. E. John Wallace is in Plant Department of N. J. Bell. The other John is with National Shawmut in Boston. Gahagan is still kicking about the West Coast. Ben Rosenberg and AlOchsner are at the Medical College of Virginia, in Richmond. Rog Flynn is in Alameda, Calif.
And with these sobering reflections, I make a penultimate adieu.
Secretary, 68 Cambridge Place, Brooklyn, N. Y.
