1911*

The latest reports on Bob Morrill are that he is traveling about a bit. Letters from classmates and other college friends indicate that he has recently called on them in Boston, New York, Washington, and Florida. He cannot be reached via his home address in Portland, Maine, and these men are anxious to get in touch with him. If anyone knows his present address, or is contacted by him and can get this information, kindly inform "yours truly."

Probably no 191 ler gets his photograph into the rotogravure section of the Sunday papers as often as Chuck Emerson. A recent issue of the Herald Tribune had pictures of him and his family and a story of his work in helping to put the eastern slopes skiing territory on the map in a big way. Chuck has recently been appointed chairman of a Committee on Inter scholastic and Junior Skiing of the United States Eastern Amateur Ski Association. An article describing the work which he has done in getting the kids interested in skiing was printed in the 1939-40 American Ski Annual which is the National Ski Association's official yearbook. Chet is running the ski department in the Sherwin Williams store in Springfield, Massachusetts. Bob and Hugh are professional teachers on the staff of Hannes Schneider of North Conway. Hugh is also doing post-graduate work in the Conway High School where last year he was captain of the football team. Roger is at Vermont Academy and like his older brothers is a first-class skier. At a recent joint ski meet with K.U.A. Roger was the outstanding skier on both squads and was largely responsible for Vermont Academy's winning the meet. Emma who had an unfortunate injury to her knee last year is now well recovered, and she and Chuck are enjoying a busy winter with their house full of ski enthusiasts.

Don Cheney is complaining about the cold weather way down in Dixie. He writes that the citrus industry has been very seriously damaged, lawns and ornamentals are ruined for the season and much shrubbery killed to the ground. Says it has been the longest cold spell within the memory of the oldest Florida cracker and probably the most disastrous since the big freeze of 1895.

At the annual meeting of the New England Association of Ice Cream Manufacturers held in Boston in January our own Shorty Mayo was elected president of the association.

Bob Kimball kicked through with a swell letter about himself and the new wife, and judging from the photograph of the latter which he enclosed, he showed excellent judgment in his choice. She was a Miss Addie May Dalton of Wilton, New Hampshire, graduating from Wilton High School in 1935 and from the Hillsboro General Hospital in Manchester, New Hampshire, in 1938. Bob's letter is a bit personal, but surely enough of it is of general interest to bear throwing on the screen. He philosophizes a bit: "I have been a long time going back to the college on the hill but I often sit back and sort of let my mind run wild over the days when we were all up there together as a class. It hardly seems possible that the years have passed so all-fired fast. Why, I seem to see those boys just as they were back in 1911, and when I bump into an old white head like Morris I suddenly realize more than ever before that we are hitting the last end of the old trail. I guess somehow, I don't like to meet up with the likes of Morris, it makes me sad. Well, it's not his fault that Nature has failed him in not allowing him enough pigment. I see others that are pushing a bay window around. But me, I'm about the same, in good shape, as far as I know and the years have been kind, so far as my physical well-being is concerned. No saw bones has had me up on the slab to make jig saw puzzles of my anatomy.

"My activities have been varied over the years and I know the taste of defeat and victory. My time, for the most part, has been spent in the woods and although I have not seen all of the back country, the northern part of Maine and sections of Quebec are fairly well known to me, canoe trips on the St. John River and the old Allagash. Have spent several winters on the trap lines in this country living in log huts and eating when and where I could. It may not be wholly understandable to some, but I find the men in the woods are, for the most part, red blooded and friendly, friendly in a different sense than city folk. I guess you can name it, real. This letter, written at random, wouldn't make much of an impression on Prof. Richardson, but as long as a man can put his various thoughts on paper and they can be followed by one who can read, don't know as it makes much difference when it comes to style.

"Yes, I've taken on a new wife to keep me company for the years that may be allowed me. She's only a kid, just 23 years old. You see I wanted someone who could follow me about, like the woods and the streams as I do."

Here are some highspots out of a newsy letter from Carl Hoar, Associate Professor of Biology at Williams College. "I enjoy and look forward to getting the ALUMNI MAGAZINE each month. It seems an excellent way to keep in touch with what our classmates are doing and what is going on at the college. Usually make one or two hurried visits to Hanover a year. There are not many Dartmouth men near me and none of my classmates. Manage to keep well and hold my job. Am now engaged in preparing a book on which I have been working for some time and at present heartily sick of it and will be glad when it is in the publisher's hands. I enjoy research better. The children are fast growing up. Rachel is in her junior year at Connecticut College where she is majoring in Chemistry and plans to go to the Yale School of Nursing after graduating. Carl Jr. is a freshman at Yale. I thought I had him all lined up for Dartmouth but for some unknown reason he wanted to go to Yale. Afraid the father was remiss in his duties and was disappointed, although I think it is a mistake for a father to make a boy go to his own college. My two youngest boys, George and Richard, are thirteen and twelve respectively. Richard, at least, says I needn't worry since he is going to Dartmouth."

Les Waldron sends in his residential address as Box 245, Delmont, Pennsylvania. His business is at Jeannette where he is General Sales Manager of the Pennsylvania Rubber Company Just this news from Herb Uline—that he is now Merchandise Manager of Adam, Meldrum & Anderson Company, a department store in Buffalo, New York Stouder Thompson is Sales Director of the VanSweringen Company, 20515 Shaker Boulevard, Shaker Heights, Ohio. Bif is living out on Rural Free Delivery Route No. 1 in Willoughby, Ohio; and one more address—it is Forrest Owen's, now 174 North Washington Street, Battle Creek, Michigan.

Walter Norton, 1910, was kind enough to give us some information about Jack Ryan's family. Jack has a fine family of two boys and two girls, this I can testify to from having visited them in their home, but as to Walter's news. Son Jack for three years has been a member of the varsity football team at Northwestern, during most of this time being quarterback and calling the signals and playing defensive halfback, where he turned in a first-class job and had much to do with Northwestern's successful career. He is president of Phi Delta Theta and of the Inter fraternity Council, and recently was North western's representative at the National Inter fraternity Convention in New York; is a member of the student governing board, past president of Purple Key, a junior society, and a member of the two senior societies and, ye shades of the old man, through it all has maintained Phi Beta Kappa rank. Mary Jane is a student at Downer College and recently had her big night when she was Prom Queen of the College Prom which also carried the responsibility of being Prom Chairman. Dorothy is in her third year of teaching, and Bob, the youngest, is a sophomore in high school.

Secretary, Hanover, N. H.

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