1935*
By the time you are reading this you should be making preparations to join in the annual Dartmouth Night celebrations on March 9. In that connection I want to say that it seems high time that we made a more serious effort, as a class, to participate in these celebrations. Many of you are a long way from any of the big cities where formal gatherings are held, but in many in- stances there are two or more of you located near enough to each other to permit a meeting. To further that end a complete address list will be run off soon and sent to all of you. With any luck you will have the list by March first, and from then on it shouldn't be hard to arrange a meeting by phone or letter with those nearest you. Those in the larger cities will want to make a special effort to join the plans of the group there. So remember the date and plan 011 a grand evening!
News this month is a bit more fragmentary than usual, but nonetheless interesting. As anticipated last month. Bob Collins and Josephine Coad were married in Omaha on January 28 with Bill Gahagan and George Hoke among the ushers. Bill had to come all the way from the Coast for the affair, while George came down from his law work in Minneapolis. Bob and his bride will spend their honeymoon in Jamaica, and then Bob will return to his job as staff accountant with New Jersey Bell Telephone.
Harry Price protests against a statement made over a year ago to the effect that he was working for the WPA. To get the matter straight, Harry is teaching English in a Charlotte, N. C., high school, and has never been on the WPA.
Hanover note— Maurie Rapf and wife in town for Carnival and skiing—lucky people. Al Conklin, on vacation, is the only other 'gser known to be attending, al- though beyond a doubt there will be many others, and I hope someone will write and tell me all about it.
With the married folks—Bill and Jan Moran have a new home of their own just outside of Springfield, Mass., leaving the ranks of the apartment dwellers. Bart Anderson, on Christmas morning, found that he had a daughter, Carol, as a present- mother, daughter, and father all doing well. Bart is assistant in the securities and trusts department of the Second National Bank and Trust Co., Saginaw, Mich.
Some time ago we discovered that Put Kingsbury was married, but we did not know to whom. We have since discovered that the lady in question was Louise Paulson of Minneapolis and Smith. Put will be a full-fledged C. P. A. very soon, needing only a few more months of experience to complete his qualifications.
Bill Hands of B. Altman & Co., New York, is a father, but unfortunately neglected to give any details—which suggests that I should point out again that it would be extremely helpful if you would all try to keep the Class Scribe posted on the details of such matters. How many of you are married, have children, new addresses, or jobs that haven't been noted in the records? A card would soon correct the matter.
Sel Hannah and wife have taken an old farm in Franconia, N. H., and are making it a fine home, and on the side they are developing a tourist ski trade which appears profitable.
Dutch Dollack, back in New York with Liberty Mutual Insurance, has also joined the paternal ranks.
To clean up a matter handled very poorly in the last issue, Herb Stearns' fiancee's right name is Miss Margaret Burr —my apologies for the lapse of memory. Herb has completed a training course with Kendall Mills, bandage manufacturers, and is now in the time study department, planning plant operations.
Two westerners back in New York for a time—Lowell Haas is here until April on an exchange plan with Eastern Air Lines, and Bill Mann, with Cannon Mills, has been transferred from the Chicago office.
Bill Fitzhugh spent three weeks at home before returning to London and Paris to continue his work on population trends with Carnegie Foundation. Bill gave the boys an interesting talk on foreign affairs at the last class dinner in New York. There were about thirty present—Duke Lansberry, working on a new popular book department for Prentice-Hall; Flube, about to start for Atlanta and Jacksonville on another auditing trip; McCarty talking of a promotional trip with Count Rossi that will take them to Palm Beach, Sun Valley, Santa Anita, and Hollywood; Hal Orenstein interning at Brooklyn Jewish Hospital; Rode Hale, Swanee Dawson, Bob Boehrn. Dick Eberhart, Max Feinberg, Bill Feingold, Hunt and Chick Harrison, Howie Kaiser, Joe Parachini, Rem Ryder, Dero Saunders, Don Waggaman, Jay Wolff, and others whose names didn't get on the record.
Notes from here and there—still trying to catch up with Bill Chapman who is now in Tulsa, Okla.; Fitz Donnell, after trying the oil business in Lexington, Ky., is now at home in Indianapolis, working for an advertising firm; Bob Rounsavall operating one of his father's warehouses in Louisville, Ky.; Halsey Loder enrolling in Harvard Business for the second semester; Bill Mumler still an interne at Presbyterian Hospital in Chicago; Fred Raymond in Proctor, Vt., with Vermont Marble Company; Tom Swift with 32d Platoon, M.C.B., in San Diego; Roger Flynn now station manager of the Boston and Maine airport at Portland, Me.; Greg Karch with U. S. Rubber in New York, and becoming more and more active in promoting things '35 thereabouts; Oliver Knode with Stevens Arms Company in Chicopee Falls, Mass.
Letter of the month from Sig Siegner, lying off Coronado Roads on the U. S. S. Saratoga. Sig is assistant flight officer of Bombing Squadron 4, regularly stationed at San Diego. Says Sig, "After graduation I had several jobs in Boston, Albany, and New York, got completely disgusted with business, chucked the whole mess, became an aviation cadet in the U. S. Naval Reserve, and spent a year at Pensacola learning to fly the way the Navy does it. Upon graduation, (ninth in my class incidentally), I was ordered to Bombing Squadron 4 and have been here ever since. As the name implies, our mission is one of bombing, dive bombing. The various gunnery and bombing practices we indulge in are too difficult to explain here. Suffice it to say most of the time we are diving We make daily attacks on battleships and cruisers, have combats with single place fighting planes, practice instrument flying, fly radio beams, and then after it is all over, each time we have to land aboard this bucket, which in itself is no small or light task 1 would like to draw you a work picture of one of our high altitude bombing attacks. The squadron of eighteen planes climbs, in usually a V of six sections with three planes per section, to about 16 or 17 thousand feet. When we are some thirty miles from the target we form a column with about 300 yards between planes and nose over slightly and head for our objective. With lots of power and the nose-down attitude, losing a little altitude all the time, we get up a pretty high speed. We time it so that we are about ten thousand feet over the target when we arrive at it. Then we push over and go screaming down. During this interval there are at least three planes in the dive at the same time—one just about to pull out, one half way down, and the third just pushed over. We simulate release, if our objective is a ship, or actually drop miniature bombs if a target, at about 3500 feet, pull out so we are level at 1000, push on over again and roar down to about 200 feet and run like hell—away from the anti-aircraft guns." Sig says that while it may be exciting and all that, it's real work!
Don't forget Dartmouth Night!
Secretary, 100 Park Ave., E. Orange, N. J.
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