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During the last month the boys in Boston got together for dinner and a "bull session." In a few minutes I'll give you all the details, but first I'd like to say a few serious words about it. I think that dinner marks the first step we have taken to capitalize on our class friendships. It certainly is the first planned '35 party outside of New York, where the existence of a clubhouse makes such things easier. We should all be interested in seeing these dinners held all over the country. There is no clubhouse to help most of you, but on the other hand you have a simpler problem in reaching people. With the aid of the address list, which you all have, you are armed with everything necessary to promote such jamborees from coast to coast. Anywhere from five to twenty or thirty are available in over a dozen localities, and the fun and satisfaction to be derived will more than repay the trouble.

Enough of that—let's get on to the news. There were twenty-nine at the Boston dinner, including Bill Adams, Reg Bankart, George Chamberlain, Fran Chase, Al Cline, Dan Cotton, Gard Cushman, Homer Dewey, Steve Dorsey, Steve Hopkins, Dick Hurd, Sid Krivitsky, Halsey Loder, Dick Muzzy, Charlie Nayor, Lou Niles, Harry Reynolds, Bob Roundey, Sid Simons, John Gregory, Jim West, Don Hagerman, and Bob Millane. Unfortunately, the other names were missed in the general excitement, but we'll get them next time.

The dinner, held at the University Club, was a simple buffet affair, augmented by a keg of beer. The best part of the evening was Dick Hurd's announcement of his candidacy for a state congressman's seat, running from Back Bay's tenement district. Charlie Nayor, representing Boston's Young Republican Club, argued for the G.0.P., while Dick remained firm in his intention of running as an Independent. Checking up on the rest of the boys, Jim West, branch manager for Metropolitan Life in Roslindale, will marry Miss Cocroft of Arlington on June tenth; Dick Muzzy is a chemist with the Dagget Chocolate Company in Cambridge; Bud O'Brien, with his brother Smitty '34, is carrying on the law practice from which his father retired; Fred Hickok is working with the Andover Savings Bank; Harry Reynolds is practicing law in Boston: Lou Niles doing realty trust work with his father; Gard Cushman a lawyer, Bob Roundey still selling wire, Bill Adams in his father's milk business and currently escaping to Randy Stowell's "Paradise of the World" to do a bit of skiing, and Halsey Loder studying at Harvard Business School.

Leaving New England and going west, Dick Sleep reports his marriage on October 8 last year to Miss Joann Wakeman in Evanston, Ill. They drove down to Mexico City and Vera Cruz, and then took a Standard Fruit banana boat to New Orleans, and so back to Davenport, lowa, where Dick is with Halsey, Stuart, & Company.

Dick also sent in matrimonial news of Guy Briggs, who married Miss Lunetta White of Flint, Mich.—date unknown. Dick was best man, and said Guy would have served him in a similar capacity except for the arrival of Mr. Guy Davis Briggs lll—exact date also unknown.

While we are on the subject of babies, there are two more important announcements—first the arrival of Peter Edward Steinle to Bug and Virginia on March 7, and similarly, Miss Stephanie Joan Wachtel to Perry and his wife on March 15.

Rand and Phoebe Stowell dug themselves out of Maine's snow long enough for a trip to Boston, where they caught up on their social life a bit. Rand is now a notary public and a member of Dixfield's school committee. As a notary public he hasn't had to perform any marriages, but says he has had one or two close calls.

We chronicled some of Sel Hannah's doings last month, and just to complete the picture we find he is serving on the Cannon Mountain Ski Patrol as well as running his ski lodge and competing for the Lake Placid Sno-Birds.

For the first time in many months we have caught up with Chuck Hayes. He is now teaching English at Vermont Academy, and during week-ends and similar quiet periods he takes a run down to Smith—"Lest the old traditions fail!"

Have had an interesting post card correspondence lately with Jack Gilchrist, who is trying to beat the flu, keep up with scholastic pressure, and run a Dartmouth dance out in Cleveland for the purpose of aiding the Cleveland Club's scholarship fund. Jack was chairman of the committee, and among the names of his assistants I discovered Dan Swander, just showing that '35 is making itself felt in Cleveland.

Bobb Chaney tried to do some Dartmouth Night organizing out in Grand Rapids, and while he didn't make much impression on the 'gsers in the locality, he stirred up enough interest to start a group working on a scholarship fund.

Wiley Hubbell, General Electric, Schenectady, N. Y„ took part of his vacation last month, visiting his home in Bridgeport and getting up to Hanover for a while. He reports that Howie Croninger and his wife are the leading examples of wedded bliss among the gang in Schenectady, but they apparently haven't convinced Wiley, for he shows no inclination to join them.

Hugh Wolff was also talking about winter vacations, Florida, and all that sort of thing. Insurance must be a good business.

There were a few names on the address list for which we had no addresses. Among those was Harry Ackerman, so please note that his address is 8651 Lookout Mountain Road, Hollywood, Calif.

A few more notes of interest—Bill Bonner is now in Claremont, N. H.. with the Sullivan Machinery Co.; Jim Sousane is in the government General Accounting Office at Washington; Tom Bledsoe is teaching at University of Illinois. Some time ago we reported Tom Swift as being in San Diego under an address that said "gad Platoon, M.C.B." Frankly, we wondered about "M.C.B.," but now it develops that Tom is in the Marine Corps, assigned to the U. S. S. Saratoga, which Sig Siegener and his bombing squadron recently left.

It's a pleasure to deny the rumor, published last month, that Don Rogers broke a leg at Sun Valley. He did go there for his vacation, but met with no accident more serious than a long rip in his ski pants—which proved embarrassing and uncomfortable until some adhesive tape was found.

Just in case any of you missed the Necrology section, I'd like to call your attention to Tom Foley's sudden death on March go. Tom was one of our finest, and we will miss him badly.

At the time this issue comes out the air will be full of Alumni Fund pleas, and I don't intend to turn this into a "Tear Bag," but I'd like to urge you to make your contribution at once. You have no idea how much easier it would make the job if you could do your share quickly, rather than waiting until June 29!

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