1934*
Secretary, : 126 Beaufort PL, New Rochelle, N. Y.
Brothers of '34 and '35 who might have been a bit crossed up in last month's reading of the. class notes will kindly join us in a silent prayer for the future sobriety of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE compositor who without as much as a by-your-leave took the last two paragraphs of our own Hugh Logan's letter and placed it neatly at the end of George Colton's '35 jottings. Pat little climax of this quaint juxtaposition was our farewell fling for the month: "Don't forget Reunion," nicely topping off '35's column. Lesser things than that could drive a '35 man stark mad. A fine thing! '35 drumming up Reunion already, fifteen months ahead of time! One of these days the ALUMNI MAGAZINE will start using x's instead of e's, and thxrx will rxally bx hxll to pay.
Here are a few oldies to start in with, left over from past efforts for lack of space. Your deponent can report two very pleasant early March visits—one from Harry Espenscheid, who was in this Far East very briefly on a combination lecture tour and promotion schedule for his Teton Valley Ranch, and who hopes to be able to swing back for Reunion. The other brought in Ed Marshall, him of the Boston refrigerator business, who suddenly lost claim on his job and was in New York following up a lead on a far better one.
Allan Bennett, claiming that Boston news herein is conspicuous by its absence, hastened to correct that situation with a few welcome items. Irv Silverman, it seems, is interning at Boston City Hospital Al recently ran into Hafey Arthur, on the way to see his wife (Hafey's), who was recovering from an illness at Mass. General Hospital Art Reinherz is busy with his law practice and-his coming marriage in May to a girl from Providence
'Way back in our fever-ridden days we received a letter at the hospital from Ducky Gilmore, for which we will hereby thank him even at this late date. Among other things he wondered whether our indisposition was hot "just a sort of bachelor spring colic that comes only to lonely males." At least we hope he said lonely, his writing made it look like lovely. Harry didn't mean to rub it in, he said, but then went into some glowing paragraphs about a then recent skiing week-end in Hanover, during which he had run into Eggleston, Link Daniels, Lapidus, and (George Sayre, all with the same intent. Gilmore has been head man of the DOCNY this year, and backed up his claims as Fuehrer with a session at Prager's Ski School.
And such a gem of a missive from one Paul Ebbitt that we report it practically intact and unexpurgated, despite the rumor that we are to have a Reunion this June and tradition calls for great gobs of space devoted to it in this column. Sings the Rhode Island abecedarian: "You secretaries develop such a glowing bedside manner over the connubial bliss, approaching or realized, of the 'boys,' that I always wonder if this sympathetic attitude is professional, synthetic, vicarious, or actually inherent. In other words do you class grandpas believe in America's greatest institution so implicitly because you are a happy example of its everlasting truth? Are you married and was your marriage made in heaven? I think you are a splendid sec., Marty, doing a job I couldn't if I would, but I would like to see once a year a column which you might call iconoclastic in which a la Mencken you blast great gaping holes in the roseate legends which with fond pen you sweetly cherish through the other 9 months of the ALUMNI issue. No, I am not a misogynist like the dour ape in Life. I think women and sex are definitely here to stay, and I believe in the great American institutions. I have to be, teaching English at my old alma mater, Rogers High School here in Newport. The hurricane swept away several of our local institutions—such as the sacred Bailey's Beach, where only the most antique families are allowed to bathe and broil, but for the most part all is well. The Republican machine has been returned to power. The name of Vanderbilt gives splendor and solidity to our state government.
"If you sometimes deplore your job, as who does not, think of me in first period with twenty-five tittering freshman girls whom I am at present initiating into the subtleties of poetry. Often I long to strangle them individually and return their cadavers to their fond parents as failures in English 1A, but so far I have repressed the impulse. You might infer from this that I dislike children, but I do not. Out of every class there are often as many as two or three that seem quite human, and these small mercies are what make it possible to continue not quite despairing in this glorious profession."
Recent tidings of a cupidistic nature: Herb Hawkes will be married the last part of May to Frances Maxwell (Smith '38, of Port Clyde, Me.). Herb is finishing up the classroom part of his Ph.D. requirements in geology at M.I.T., plans to start work on his thesis this summer, working on the geology near Rochester, Vt. Anybody passing by the Vermont state picnic ground just north of the Sherburne Pass road is welcome to stop in as long as he wants, if he brings his own blankets.
Bill Wilson's "annual report" starts out with that familiar grand passion invariably expressed by Dartmouth men in the environs of their first wedding anniversary: "The marital state is the only one worth considering. What I used to think of as the old oil—this warm dinner, slipper, and pipe business—is the real McCoy." Bill has just moved from Rochester to Danville, Pa., where he has assumed the duties of superintendent of the George F. Geisinger Hospital. Danville, he says, is a small town of around 8,000, but Geisinger Memorial is a live and active institution, caring for patients coming from all throughout the central part of the state. Quote: "At long last, I secured the degree of Master of Business Administration at the University of Chicago, thereby completing my graduate work in hospital administration begun in September 1934.
"An interesting occurrence in connection with the convocation was the receipt of a folder, sent to all prospective graduates by the E. R. Moore Co., 'suppliers of the one and only official cap and gown' (at a nominal rental). I wrote Ed and accused him of violating the Sherman antitrust law. His reply was an offer to supply me with an outfit for the price of one beer when I came to Chicago for the degree. I'd have gladly accepted the bribe had I been able to be on hand for the award in person."
Stan Neill, as I am sure has been reported, covers New Hampshire and Vermont, selling raw wool to the mills for Forte, Dupree, & Sawyer Co., wool merchants. . . .spends every Monday night in Hanover. Now two years on the road, previous two Neill years were spent on the docks and in the warehouses. Still single himself, Stan reports that Charlie Rolfe is progenitor of twins born in January and named Richard and Anne. Rolfe has built a house and even has a vegetable garden Bob Smith placed No. 1 man among 150 who took internship exams in January at the Boston City Hospital first part of the year. The first 15 were accepted, and Bob's preeminence gave him first choice of what he wanted to do under what doctor Neill says he sees few other"'34 men excepting Joe Dolben, from whom he manages to take money during golf season.... also runs into Ed Davis and Bob Webb at hockey games, particularly those in which Spain shines for the Boston Olympics.
No doubt by this time you have received Opus No. 1 from your Reunion Committee. Need we say more? Only that in addition to all they say, and in spite of all they say, it will be a Big, Rollicking, Roaring 48 Hours, and don't you forget it. To you on the eastern seaboard and points slightly inland we say that we know you'll be there; to you whose distance from Hanover is measured in hundreds of leagues we continue to commend it heartily as well worth whatever trip it requires. It will be over the week-end of June 16 to 18; your notices by mail will give you complete details. As an early attendance report and a mere start in the roll call we think it worthy to note that the following men have already signified unequivocally their intentions of being at Reunion. Since this list is made up not from the records but from personal observation only, I repeat that it is little more than a small sample of hundreds more.
Charlie Rolfe Jeff Jackson Bob Brown Lex Paradis Stan Silverman Lee Eggleston Van Thorne Dave Callaway Chet Birch Aljacobson Bill Knibbs Biil Craig Ralph Brabbee Stan Neill Tom Hicks Don Allen Mac Collins Bill Scherman Ed Moore Hank Werner Marty Dwyer Bob Ford Long Bob Smith Harry Espenscheid Al Marks Jack Hinsman Ace Brown Bup Sweeney Art Grimes Carl Hess Dick Herman Ray Hulsart Dave Hedges George Cogswell Link Daniels Gail Raphael Joe Lehmann Ducky Gilmore Bill Gilmore Jerry Danzig Bob Griffin Dick Gruen
Next issue of the MAGAZINE will be the last before Reunion week-end. We want to publish another list three or four times as long. So put your penny post card in the mail.
And incidentally, before we close we want to congratulate the Reunion Committee for achieving a remarkably interesting program for an incredibly small tax. Far as we know, it's the lowest tax in recent Dartmouth history. And from our vantage point it will be the biggest Fifth Reunion the College has had in its entire history.
Off one important subject and on to another as a final fling—we want to add that classes invariably make their best Alumni Fund records during reunion years. Let's get in back of Fund Chairman Callaway—and push '34 through the roof.
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