1903*

At the annual dinner of the Boston Alumni Association nine of the Old Guard filled the inner man to capacity, applauded the speakers and musicians, and thoroughly enjoyed the evening. Two lone representatives of '02 condescended to fill our vacant seats about the table, and continually uttered, "No sand, Freshiei" Out- numbered as they were, they, never the- less, fought a game fight. "Fat" Smith and "Meat" Hanlon had just a little too much weight for the 'O2 gang, while Phil Jones, Brutus Luce, Pip Howard, Ned Kenerson, Orville Smith, and your secretary averaged well for the midwinter season. Vic Cutter, encased in armor, graced the head table.

Harold Hess writes from New York of the full payment for this year of the MAGAZINE subscription for the class. Congratulations, Harold, for that means that every member of our class has the ALUMNI MAGAZINE coming into his home. Instead of 31 men receiving the MAGAZINE, IGB, or the complete roster, are in touch with Dartmouth regularly. To you of the 31, who have always been consistent subscribers, there is no new interest stirred, but to the 107 others it is difficult to imagine a failure to stir renewed interest, not alone in the class but in the college itself. Write your secretary now and tell him what you think about the idea, the class and the college.

John Pray Wadham in a recent letter tells of his exciting experience in riding the tail of the September hurricane as he returned from a brief trip to the tropics. While reading his letter I recalled a remark by Vic Cutter that he had encountered two such experiences while coming up from Central America, and that by comparison he preferred to be on terra firma. In October John attended the Princeton football game and then later in January helped to pull the Dartmouth basketball team through to victory at Philadelphia, entirely disregarding the statement of a noted throat specialist that cheering injured the larynx. A strained larynx should be a common complaint of many Dartmouth grads, for John intimates that excitement ran high.

Laurence Swan and his wife of Beverly, Mass., have always been regarded as good sailors in these parts. They recently passed a practical test while making a boat trip to Savannah with their ultimate destination, Florida. The Atlantic is reported as lending itself to the severest of tests and the Swans of upholding their reputations. The three or four weeks of basking in Florida sunshine served to restore the old- time pep in Laurie, for which we are all glad.

Preston Howard told me at the Dartmouth dinner of a recent trip to New Jersey to visit his daughter, Mrs. Francis H. MacDuff, known to all reunioners as Rhoda, and of a call he made on Arthur Decatur at Garden City. He found Arthur making his slow recovery from his long illness in a most cheerful mood and interested in all the events of the reunion.

Charlie Webb, secretary to Vermont's senator Austin, writes that idle days for secretaries to Republican senators are all over. With state rights the issue and Vermont raring to go against some of the New Deal objectives, Charlie is well occupied from morning to night. He would be glad to drop work, however, to welcome any '03 men who happen to be in Washington at any time.

Then there is General Jackson likewise located in the city, employing his legal talents in behalf of Uncle Sam, and he, too, will welcome sight of a Potholesker.

The Alumni Records Office sends word of a change in address of Oscar Mechlin to 2405 Prytania St., New Orleans, La., and gives his business address as that of the United States Housing Authority, 226 Carondelet St., New Orleans. I wish we might have a letter from Mechlin, for an account of his work would certainly prove interesting.

Clarence Morrison's new home address is 34 McKinley Ave., Dumont, N. J.

Municipal Justice William L. Stevens of Concord, N. H., has been appointed local chairman of a committee to solicit funds in behalf of the National Probation Association—Manchester Union. If any of you fellows should ever be taken into Billy's court it might be well to be registered as a contributor.

Up in camp I have sweated and fumed over stovepipe readjustments, moving the stove sometimes an inch to the right and then again to the left. Always it seemed that membership in a stove-lifters union might with its accompanying union card prevent my being overworked—but never have I found such a union. At last word comes from Binghamton, N. Y., that a call was sent to all members of the Stove Lifters Union to foregather in convention at 13 Vermont Ave. on the morning of January 2, signed by its president. Albert E. Smith. On the call to convention are pictured the working tools of the member- ship: a stove poker, one stove leg, and the cover lifter. I'm going to send along my application. The presence of but one stove leg calls to mind the 12:10 A.M. session of Potholeskers held in the class room at reunion last June, when the unrecognized president of the union apparently exemplified the working of the first degree. Elucidate, Aggie, this latest effort in behalf of the now-and-then suffering humanity.

Secretary, 198 Humphrey St., Marblehead, Mass,

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