1939*

A note from Walt Darby: "Figured it was time I added some facts to the column —starting with the people seen Bob Richman, erstwhile 'Jacko' man, is art director of R. S. Peck Co. in Hartford, and Jack Bowe is doing well with a Washington newspaper. Ran into Paul Dewitt, Jack Kulkhie, Bob Jessup, Howie Johnson and beautiful dates at the German-American not so long ago."

Any of you young executives who are earning over fifty a month and plan to invest that extra ten or fifteen might look up Bobby Jacobson, for Bobby not only has the distinction of being the pappy of our class baby, "Skipper," but he also has recently been honored with a partnership in the brokerage firm of Giles, Norris & Hay of New York as well as being made a member of the New York Stock Exchange A note from Gus Zitrides tells us that a very tempting offer from the Cornell coaching staff just couldn't be refused, so next fall will find the "Mighty Atom" showing the line candidates how tO do it. Naturally its none of our busiNess, but with a Dartmouth man (Pres. Day) running the University and our Gus coaching the football team—how can they Hiss? Gus also writes.... "Larry Dilkes was in town a few days ago and stayed with me. He's not the 'Lar' we used to know—he's a serious business man and is saving his money etc., all for a little Miss from Rochester and Skidmore '39. Stan Brown finished sixth in our Cornell Law School class of 91 (from which I just resigned due to my full time coaching job)." .. . .From Washington comes the news that he is working for Uncle Sam and to be more definite in the Federal Home Loan Bank. While on the subject of Uncle Sam, Dave Shilling is also working for him in the capacity of flying cadet at Randolph Field, Texas. Then of course Texas reminds me that Rog Stanwood is out there in Cayuga working for the Tidewater Seaboard Associated Oil Co. From many sources come the question—where is Jim Powers?

DOWN THE AISLE Well, we who are single can certainly breathe a bit easier, for that greatest of all smoothies (Dilkes, Bob White, Donovan, Griswold and Hanna not included) has finally walked the last mile. Pem "Baldy" Pleasants has found THE girl in Miss Beatrice Elaine Wiggin and they were married on the 17th of Feb., in Boston Tri Kaps and others will be happy to learn that Dick Varey was engaged to Miss Flora Francis Wood of Granby, Mass. and Sargent College. As far as this dept. knows no date has been set as yet From Ken MacDonald—"Mr. and Mrs. Edward Bancroft announced the engagement of Miss Elenor M. Bancroft to menow being less formal. "Nono" is the name by which she has been known in Hanover for the last three years. She lives in Wellesley Hills, Mass., and graduates from Holyoke in June—also a June wedding." (Ed. note: Harvard can't be so tough) The C & G boys don't seem to be losing any time—what with Bozo Noland and Steve Bradley leading happily married lives. Now comes the news that Jim Mathes is about to take the final step. The girl is Miss Mary Chapman of Plandome, Long Island, Miss Dow's School and Connecticut College. My secret operatives inform me that June is the time. ... .Although it was announced way back on New Year's Day it may still be news to some of you—Johnny Boynton writes that he was engaged to Miss Mildred Hostetter. Perhaps some of you will recall Mildred at C & G and Psi U parties. Again no definite date for the wedding.

Enlarging upon last month's many wedding announcements—Mr. and Mrs. Steve Bradley are now in Sun Valley, and in the fall will be in New Haven while Steve attends the Yale School of Drama. The Champney-Cameron wedding had its Big Green touch in the form of Johnny Perry acting as one of the ushers. Ralph and Charlotte will make their home in Norfolk, Va. where Ralph is working for Clerk, Mitchell & Smith, Inc.

WRITER OF THE MONTH Pete Cardozo writes a letter which I feel deserves a much greater spot of honor than Writer of the Month, but as this is our highest of high awards, we give Pete the floor and add our sincere thanks for a fine letter—

"Random thoughts from Hanover: There was a lot of snow in Hanover this morning.... the fraternity snow sculptures looked like the melted ice in a scotch and soda on Sunday morning.... the roads were wet with slush and it would have been nice to have had the "duck boards," but the sun was shining and there was a feeling of spring in the air. Maybe it was the influence of February 29th and leap year, maybe it was the fading shadow of Carnival for some of us, or maybe it was the thought of approaching green grass and dry tennis courts and "strawberry" festivals flavored with hops and malt. But whatever it was, it was Dartmouth .... and that's enough for me.

"It seems a little peculiar to be sitting on the other side of the fence, conducting the Writing Clinic and teaching a section of English 2. I have to give marks now (it was much more fun to get them, even when they were bad ones), but no matter whether you're here on the campus or selling insurance out in Oregon, there's something about that day when you'first feel a touch of spring in the air. You can close your eyes and see twenty men packing soft snow into hard cakes and peppering the side of Middle Mass, and you can hear the Baker Bells at twelve-fifteen and watch the stream of fellows pouring out of Dartmouth and Thornton and Reed .... you can hear the nickelodeon in Mac's and watch the colored lights on the pinball machine in Allen's at night you can see the bubbling neon sign down at the Mayfair .... and then in the morning you can read THE DARTMOUTH and cut your class to wait for the mail. Do you remember how you yelled yourself hoarse at the Cornell game .... and speaking of football, do you remember our Freshman year Dartmouth beat Yale that fall; it was the first time in a long while. And then there was Green Key and we had a girl up for the first time. It rained that weekend, but it didn't dampen our spiritsomething else did! The next fall we came back and said, 'D'javagood summer' and we rolled up our trousers because we were sophomores. Things went quickly after that.... there was English 36 and Eccy 13 and Sociology 10 x . . . . we watched the sun come up over Balch and go down behind the Vermont hills .... we started talking about Mary of Smith or was it Jane of Skidmore, and then there were thoughts of insurance and banking and selling ice cream in Portland. We took comprehensives and we laughed because we were glad they were over, and then we were sitting in the Chapel and Pudge had a tear in his voice and the rest of us just didn't say anything because there wasn't anything to say. We felt our hearts beat a little faster as we rocked into the Bema and then we were back in the room pulling down banners and Petty pictures. We said, 'So long, Fletch,' and some of us took a turn around the campus before we drove down the College Highway. It was over, and yet it was just beginning.

"This fall I heard sophomores calling, 'Hey '43,' and I wanted to turn around and say, 'Yes, sir.' They were holding registration in McNutt and I felt a little hurt because there wasn't any sign with an arrow that pointed to '39. Nobody pestered me to buy the JACKO and the DARTMOUTH and there wasn't anyone trying to sell me the radiator. It may seem funny, but it would have been nice. Edna St. Vincent Millay once wrote: 'Pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the mind perceives at every turn.'

"By the time you read this some of us will have had our 'Thirty-Nine Night' here in Hanover. On Tuesday, fifty-odd of us from Tuck and Thayer, from the Med School and odd jobs around the College, are going out to the Alden Tavern in Lyme for dinner. We're going to get away from the campus along with the rest of you, for it's only after you go down the hill that you can really see what you left behind."

THE CLEARING HOUSE

News, news and more of it will be most welcome, for I need it badly, so how about a letter from you big silent men??? REMEMBER THE ALUMNI FUND.

Secretary P. O. Box 3422, St. Paul, Minn.

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