1911*
The annual fall pilgrimage of 1911 alumni to Hanover to the first football game produced only a few of the old faithful. Chub and Katherine Sterling acted as hosts in Room No. 1, Hanover Inn. Others who were seen were Jim Malley, Josh Clark, and John Card, three new Dartmouth daddies, Les Hawkridge, Dave Heald, and John Pearson. There is no guarantee that this is a complete list, but it is the best estimate that I can make at the moment.
After all this talk about grandfathers, apparently the class is slipping a bit since this year there are only four sons in the freshman class; namely, Josh Clark, John Card Jr., Jim Malley, and Tom Keeler, Bob's second son.
Perhaps enough of the oldsters remember the names of fraternities so that they may be interested in the affiliations of the present sophomore sons. Harry Bond pledged Tri Kap; Leo Caproni and Ed Stafford, S.A.E.; Harrison Rollins, Theta Delt; and Ed Hawkridge and Art Henderson, Phi Gam.
You may have noted the name of Ed Stafford in the paragraph above. This is Ted's son who transferred to Dartmouth this year from the Naval Academy at Annapolis where last year he made a fine record for himself both as a student and as a member of the "Plebe" crew and boxing team. He is ranked as a sophomore.
It was a great pleasure to receive Commander Larry Odlin and wife, Dorothy, and daughter, Mary Judith, recently. Larry was on his way from Lancaster where he had been spending a few days at the ancestral home. The Commander was a long time in arranging it but finally took unto himself a very attractive wife and has a very charming young daughter in Judy. He is to be stationed in Seattle where a couple of Peases and one Ed McGlynn should take notice. Larry gave an interesting report on Eben Holden who is now in Shanghai where he is one of the major executives in the Standard Oil foreign subsidiary there, who he says also has an attractive young daughter. While at Honolulu he saw Pat Hurley, Heine Chase, and Art Wyman but said they were all so busy they never could get together. He stated that Pat Hurley was seriously injured on his return from Honolulu to New York about a year ago and had to spend a long time in the Walter Reed Hospital in Washington. It seems that as Pat was coming down the gangplank he fell and injured his spine but that he now is recovered and back on active duty. Let that be a lesson to you fellows who have to walk gangplanks.
Another welcome visitor was Helen Troy Keck who was in the east for a few weeks with her son, Jim Troy. Jim is an attractive youngster who has a bit of the look of good old "Spunk." Jim is hoping to come to Dartmouth. Helen is fine and enjoying her new life but still tremendously interested in John's friends and 1911 and always will be a welcome visitor on any 1911 occasion.
This summer a couple of the younger members of the class had occasion to visit Los Angeles on a very hurried trip, yet they were there long enough to get in touch with the igners there. Walt Gibson, partner in charge of the Lybrand, Ross Brothers, and Montgomery's office in Los Angeles, looks the part of the successful business man that he is. In fact, seeing how prosperous he appeared they invited themselves to have lunch with him and had the pleasure of enjoying the sanctum of the swank California Club. Jerry Barnes was reached only by telephone, because this couple were not aware that he had left his mountain home built by himself in the wilds of Pala and returned to Los Angeles proper where he is now engaged in the insurance business as agent and broker. However, a long telephone conversation gave assurance of his excellent health and fine spirits. Another pleasant occasion was the farewell tendered by Perce and Harriett Deshon as this lonely couple left the airport bound back to New York and Boston. One of the gentlemen had not seen him for twenty-eight years and the other nineteen so you may realize that it was a real treat to have the half hour visit with him and his charming wife. The following quotation is from a later letter from Perce referring to the visit. "I was glad to learn from them that our class really has one genuine, dyed-in-the-wool youngster remaining and I wish to take this opportunity of extending to Handsome A 1 Wheeler my congratulations on the latest addition to his already fine family. Not even a California climate can keep a man that young."
Still speaking of visits, had a pleasant short call on Ray Nead at his home in Rutherford, New Jersey, while the family stole a few minutes away from the World's Fair. Ray seems in fine shape, although it has been a hard adjustment to make after his son's tragic death last fall. Mrs. Nead has been ill but is now improved in health. They are planning a little vacation to Florida this winter, so the Floridians should take note and follow up.
With due credit to Warde Wilkins for contributing the item, space is hereby given to Charles W. Bowker, who as a member of the Executive Committee helped to arrange for the annual outing of the Massachusetts Real Estate Exchange. Carl and his wife usually get to Hanover each summer for a day or so but not having had any official calls lately, your secretary cannot remark upon the state of his health except to say that he looks fine in the newspaper picture.
Author Rollins, if you please, now and henceforth! Mac recently had an article entitled, "Where Nature Promotes Consistent Demand, Why Not Keep your Advertising Regular?", in the September issue of 'Advertising & Selling." Perhaps if the first paragraph is quoted, you will all buy a copy of this issue. "Is there a doctor in the house? Perhaps he can explain the seasonal vagaries of that apparently allAmerican complaint candidly known and explicitly described as constipation." Anyhow, Mac has a point.
The following paragraph is lifted from an interesting letter from Lew Sisson who brings us up-to-date on his family except that he adds later that Marge is fine.
"You may be interested in an account of what the children have been doing. Mary Louise graduated from Pratt a year ago last June, and sailed immediately for France where she has since been studying Art. Margery, the youngest, finished her second year at Smith and sailed in June to continue this year at the Sorbonne, in Paris. She went early to do some traveling with her sister and, fortunately, this they were able to do prior to the outbreak of war. As yet they have not returned and we don't know exactly where they are but we are certainly hoping and expecting that they are going to take the first boat back on which they can get passage. The last letter we had was dated the 30th of August and at that time Mary Louise wrote that she had just received her diploma from the Fontainebleau School of Fine Arts, and that in spite of the heavy mobilization and expectancy of war they still had hopes. She also asked to be allowed to stay over and help wherever she could be of service, knowing the country and the language so well. We want them home and have so informed them, and are now awaiting further word of either their arrival or their plans."
Mert Wilson's attractive son, Carr, dropped into the office the other day to talk over Tuck School which brought to mind a letter from his dad received last winter but which still is news to the rest of you. With apologies for not printing the whole letter, the following is given to you.
"I have been thrown into a pleasant, if a difficult, spot—pleasant considering the affabilities of the people you meet; difficult when you contemplate their occupations and preoccupations of the inhabitants. No savage is more busily engaged in warfare or strife than these modern business men, stripped to the belt for their daily combat with the enemy, armed to the teeth with the heathenish implements of economic civilization, primed to top pressure by the appeals and commands of their superiors on the one hand, by their ambitions on another, and by the tread of untold hundreds following doggedly their trail in hope that there will appear a vacant space in the line with a pay check on the bushes by the way.
"It is with this blinkered mule of a fallen man that I have to deal, and he is far less impressionable than the bum, the pauper, the sot, or the infidel. Try to tell him anything, and he barks back at you that he heard that long ago from a better man. Try to help him, and he straightens up and looks over into your own back yard. And if you manage to get a ring in his nose, he tears it out, and dashes off like a frightened animal. Menace him, and he retreats into some social club, or set, or bridge tournament.
"To get him out into the open, where he can look at stars, or flowers, or children, without driving to the spot in his car with the radio wide open, is as remote a possibility as discovering the well-known 'violet by a mossy stone half-hidden from the eye.'
"But after eighteen years, I have hooked two or three of them. Or perhaps they have hooked me. At any rate, we have made enough of a dent on things to have incorporated this mission as a parish and elected a Rector. And that's where we are.
"The thorns aren't all in the flesh, but we go merrily on. God has his, too."
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
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