1904*
This letter from Sid on April 22 will please you all. "I don't know what moves me to this epistle, but I've been perusing the new 1940 catalog which came this morning, and the non-graduates of 1904 interest me. Some of them show up at reunions, but there are others that I remember with a great deal of enthusiasm.
"Oscar Aldrich and Clayton Ames: they are within striking distance of Hanover at a reunion; Tick Andrews, we do see occasionally, Jack Belknap and Bucky Benner, boy, would it be good to see them up here sometime. Walter Bennett has been loyal with everything but his company—Bob Bletzer, Jack Breen, and curley haired Bob Brown from New Mexico; there are three busy B's for you. Ray Cleveland from Danvers. Stew Fisher has renewed his acquaintanceship, and I'll bet he doesn't regret it. Fred Freeman, wrapped up in Y.M.C.A. work at Detroit, Lester Gibson made one reunion a success; Ralph Hemenway, former partner of quiet Cal, Nelson, our old town Indian, red-headed George Alexander Lewis, Harry Plattenburg McWilliams, John Patrick Manning—there's not an active '04 but would greet them in a manner they are not accustomed to.
"Harry Morse and Cloyd Maynard are in the fold, broken toes and all, also Gil Moulton. Harry Nichols and Bill Pelkey should be with us, and Fred Poor with his long legs ought to forget his pills and show up at a reunion. Charlie Leddy and Charlie Rich should follow Charlie Tubbs' example; Rix, our basketball chapion; I'll bet I could throw something Alfred Rowe couldn't catch at this late date
Sanderson should pull Jack out of the bag and attend a real party. Bill Saben, Harry Torrey, Cracked Corn Smith, and Major Sharpe; there are a couple of good tackles in that quartette if there isn't much music. George Scales isn't so far away that he could not attend the reunion, and neither is Harry Taplin. More power to Sam Wing and Arthur Wylie, they've been there. Bill Young ought to get himself a good time by getting together with his old cronies who don't care whether they buy a plow or not.
"If all these birds knew how we hungered for a sight of them, they would come arunning for our off-year reunion next month."
Such a class! Forty-second in a list of sixty-two classes in the alumni fund report on May 4th. Sure to be out in front on June 30th, but until that time, enjoying Sex's Sassy Shots and keeping him awake nights.
TEN IN A Row
Yes, that's the number of consecutive commencement periods some of us have been privileged to enjoy together in Hanover, and we are making it eleven in a couple of weeks. Join us, at Chase House if only for part of a day. You will find Robinson, Rollins, Mower, Sexton, Woods, Bartlett, Austin, Johnson, Leverone. There will be others. Bob Moseley, now living at Hotel Plaza, Chicago, should be our guest of honor, and Bill Roby, also of the windy city, has a New Hampshire job now, and expects it will demand his attention from June 14th for a few days. Hayward will be up for a hand of bridge—two hands if there's some Sherry. We need Ike and Tom and Bob and Bill with a squad of fifty to make this commencement a real success. Do we get them?
Last month's "Books by Dartmouth Men" included Tristram Bent, by our own Henry Barnard Safford. A historical novel, which the reviewer recommends particularly to those who live along the Hudson and Connecticut. Safford spent a few hours with us at a reunion three years ago. Here's hoping we may see him this year.
Bring your directory up to date by changing Arthur W. Kimball to R.F.D. 6, Medina, Ohio; Bob Moseley to Hotel Plaza, Clark Street & North Ave., Chicago.
To Hanover during the last year of the century came a choice character. Classes from 1900 to 1906 knew this genial individual, to whom the Dartmouth Spirit was a religion. Frugal from necessity—Sound in habit—a keen appraiser of quality. This wholesome, clean, college youth sweetened every group of which he was a part. A "clean sport, but a tough tackier. His span of life was spent in the town of his birth, happily married to his sweetheart of college days. Always the good citizen, the optimist in adversity. This commencement, our forty-year friendship becomes a happy and enduring picture of Meat '03 Hanlon, whose rugged honesty and sincere loyalty personified friendship in its highest sense to hundreds of Dartmouth men.
Rosie, Ellen and Robert Hinman like the tropical life of Panama so well that the War Department was prevailed on to grant the Major a year's extension of their present three-year stay in the Canal Zone which means that the Panamanian branch of the Hinman tribe will not move north until 1941. Buddy, the Dartmouth junior, will go southward for the summer. Daughter Phoebe, wife of Randy Stowell '35, lives at Dixfield, Maine.
Privileged again to represent you at the Secretaries meetings, I have had two great days in Hanover. You will read of the meetings in other columns but that leaves to imagination the beefing between sessions, -the news swapping between secretaries of contemporary classes, etc.
Had a fine visit with Mrs. Rollins and Mrs. Malcolm Rollins and son Sid and brother Mac between bridge hands for a minute or two. Sid claims he finds bridge better for his complexion, as the sun gets stronger, than golf and she surely knows his suits. I'm told that the card players in Northern New England crowd into the bomb proof cellars or get out their dominoes when they see Sid in town.
It was fun to renew contacts with the classes we knew in college: '01-'02-'03-'05-06 through their secretaries Stevens, Houghton, Burbeck, Harding and Redmond.
There will be news of interest to all of you in the new July number.
Goodbye now till October. Have a good vacation.
Secretary, Waterville Inn, Waterville Valley, N. H.
Class Agent, 201 Devonshire St., Boston, Mass.
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