Class of 1935
Once a month, from the industrious office of the Alumni Headquarters in Hanover, comes a small packet of cards with address changes, business activities, and "other items of interest." It seems to be the perennial curse of any organization of the type which the various Dartmouth classes try to build that there are so many blanks to be filled. Most of 'em don't get filled, as I know to my cost. But occasionally there slips in something of importance. As such is Elmer Adkins' marriage on March 18, in Miami, Fla., to the Countess of Covadonga, former wife of the Count of Covadonga, son of the former king and queen of Spain. Nothing more is stated, and there the thing stands. Yet behind there must lurk a first-rate story, which you can spend hot summer nights thinking up.
Beyond this startling announcement, class news is badly in the doldrums. Cat'spaws of bit news swirl from all directions, but there is no steady breeze to wear ship and go ahead. Herb Knowles, in Chicago, after a series described as "salesman recession" credit business has managed to find time to sail in two Mackinac races and is now polishing up a 46' cutter for the third. Hg would "welcome any ing enthusiasts who would like a goodworkout and some racing this summer" For the Mackinac race that is putting it mildly. Dud Russell is also sweating up halyards about now on the Siesta, and just to make the rest of us look sick, reports that the "rumored 'recession' hasnot yet really reached Duluth, and business is fairly good." I understand they've reduced planting of Canadian wheat though, Dud!
Poaching on Bud Fraser's preserve where the letters are flowing and Alumni Fund dollars are rolling in like waves on a sunny shore, I am told vociferously that I have not stressed this angle of class activity as much as I should. It is not too late to contribute. Have you done so?
Fritz Hormel is a ranking letter-writer for the Fund as well as being one of the top men in Harvard Law. He says DougLey has been engaged since Christmas, will marry Miss Ruth Schauweker July 9 in Longmeadow (near Springfield), and starts with Nutter, McClennan, and Fish of Boston this fall. Looking through a Law School annual the other day I saw Riv Jordan's cheerful map featured in the Harvard Legal Aid Bureau. President Jordan was not around the library as I wandered through, but deeply bent over the books was Halsey Loder. Riv, by the way, has a fellowship for graduate study and is hoping to teach at Northeastern while studying at Harvard. "As a specialistin property," Fritz says, "Riv can tell youhow to tie up your estate for generations." Quite apart from any question of What Estate? I was dragged to a property class run by an apoplectic individual whose storied name was lost on me and emerged with a lovely springing use which lasted till lunch time. Gard Cushman appeared, looking the same as ever, confessed to his marriage, beamed,, and disappeared. Nobody else even appeared in my two hours in Cambridge, but Fritz' letter reports that Dick Upton is a capable, free-beer drinking, hard-boiled judge for First Year arguments, and that Harry Reynolds just missed getting his name in eternal bronze in the Langdell library with his law club runner-up in a snaky logomachy presided over by Mr. Justice Reed, then Atty.-Gen., and who, says Fritz, was himself neatly impaled on the dilemma of appearing as Justice (an unprecedented place for such dignity to be), or of not appearing and thus looking pretty cocky before his nomination was confirmed.
Ted Huck was married April 2 amid the excitement caused by the appearance of the Dartmouth Glee Club on tour the same night. A month later, on the thirtieth, Frank Gornwell was married to Ruth Louise Schmidt at University City, Mo. Dick Potter, incidentally, was married last fall to Katherine May Killinger of Marion, Vermont. Charlie Vamey also: March 4, '38, to Marjorie Wainwright, of Rockville, Conn. Al Clark is engaged to a red-headed gal from South Dakota—Margaret Howe. Jack Zimmerman to one from Peabody, Mass. "Very charming," but color of hair not mentioned. Jack is technical correspondent for Sears Roebuck in Boston and likes the work a lot. Ken Webster, as estimator of the L. W. Webster Corp., has married too: a Miss Gwendolyn Osha of Randolph, Vt. And Bill Lionett, the colossus of the North, as head woods clerk of the Brown Company in Berlin, N. H., finds "the White Mountain girls quite 0.K."
In the midst of all this matrimonial activity, other things have been going on. Under my very nose, C. Gould Griffith has been two years working days in a N. Y. art studio and nights at Cooper Union, studying art. Between times he sleeps in Brooklyn. Don Richardson is ensconced as headmaster of the Mohonk School, at Mohonk Lake, in New York. Wonder if Fat Man's Folly is still in the cliff up there? Satn Milesky is teaching in Waltham, Mass. Reports that he twirls the blackboard pointer and throws it over the blackboard are to be discounted. MelMandigo is also teaching. Mel left Dartmouth in the spring of '33 to enter Vermont Agricultural, class of '37. Since then he has been teaching vocational agriculture at the Thayer High School in Winchester, N. H. He was married in '34.
Then there are a speight of scientists still pounding away at the essentials of their subject. T. D. Kroner, after a year in a distillery, is now in his second year at M. I. T. doing doctorate work in biology. Probably to figure out what happened to him that year in the dist. Johnny Glavis, still at Illinois, has moved up to be a fellow in organic chemistry. Charlie Fleming and Lyn Whitehill are still there too, to the best of my knowledge. John Gregory is research chemist with the B. B. (Barnum & Bailey?) Chemical Cos. in Cambridge, Mass. Report has it that they are moving into new and splendid quarters, replete with glass bricks. How's that squash game, John? Eddie Dyer is at the Boston Psychopathic Hospital, not as an inmate, as he hastens to explain, but as student interne, "adignified term for 'heeler/ " at the Harvard Med. School. Wayne Geib, Art Wertheim, Jim Schoenfelt, and Bud Lippman are all finishing up med work at Jefferson-Jeff '39.
Johnny Howe has been sent to Chicago to start a branch of the Human Engineering Laboratories out there. They have been very successful at Stevens Tech in Hoboken, and in case you didn't know the idea is that by proper tests, motor ones largely, I gather, some indication can be obtained of your probable proficiency in various lines of work. Vocational aptitude testing is what is aimed at. John is at 100 Prairie Ave., Chicago. It would be nice to make him feel at home. He says it's windy.
Pedro Espaillat has recovered from the sickness which has been pursuing him the last few years, has just returned from Santo Domingo and is looking for a job about New York. Lloyd Markson got his dental degree from McGill last spring and has been called Dr. L. M. for over a year now. He sets up his office in New York in the fall. He says he is in the market for moving and other jobs. HarryBaylies is also moving. He's manager for the slow-moving merchandise department of the May Cos., in Los Angeles.
Harry Deckert seems to be graduating from Washington Law School this June. When he moved from St. Louis is a mystery.
George Colton has also moved. This thing is getting a little on my nerves. He was given what I understand to be fortyeight hours' notice by his concern, the Spool Cotton Company, to beat it to Philly and set up shop there. So in Philly he is. You fellows just don't ever seem able to land a secretary who stays nailed down.
This seems to be the swan song of my column. It is a dull ending amid a flotsam and jetsam mass of news which had to be cleaned up. I have enjoyed writing these columns, however, and turn the job over to George, knowing that he will enjoy writing them too if he has the co-operation of all. Take a little time out late in the summer and drop him a line. And for myself—till 1940—50 Long!
Secretary, 68 Cambridge Place, Brooklyn, N. Y.
