1935*

5036 Juanita Ave., Minneapolis, Minn. PROLOGUE

1943: "Howjalike the game—a humdinger, wasn't it?"

1935: "Couldn't have been better! Idon't care if the score was against us, Inever saw a Dartmouth team like this onetoday; our pass defense alone was worthcoming 600 miles to see. .. .No thanks,no beer just now; I just stopped in fora highball with Professor Goodchap. .. .

What? . . . Yes, of course he drinks. Theseprofessors are human, you know.... Thatpretty girl over by the corner of the bar?No, she isn't my daughter—she's my date... . That's all right—five years may seemlike a lot to you, but it isn't so long, whenone does get back.

Yes, we were there. The night before we left we got out of the office at five minutes to midnight and to bed at one; up the next morning at four, drove 'till dawn to spend a day on the Sandusky duckmarshes, and returned home in a perfect mood for entraining towards Hanover. We shared a seat in the smoker with President Day of Cornell from Springfield up to the Junction, and a taxi from there in, which increased our pleasure in hearing him speak at Dartmouth Night that night. You've probably read of the program in the December issue; it was tops from every angle. Day is everything you would expect of a Dartmouth man chosen by Cornell for her presidency, and both he and President Hopkins were in fine form. On Friday we reuned with this professor and that, and spent most of the afternoon enjoying the view up and down the Connecticut from the windows of Larry Sommer's new home, into which he and Ruth had moved the day before. Their house tops the first big hill on the Vermont shore, about half a mile north of the new Ledyard Bridge. If that doesn't place it for some of you, the fact that it's another half south of Dr. Pilver's former funeral emporium and embalming chambers will do the trick for the rest of you. Ruth says if the college would just take the top off one of the tall pines along Tuck Drive they could see the clock on Baker Tower. So help us, another beer and we'd have done a Paul Bunyan with an axe and done the trick ourselves; as it is the Sommers are content with their view of the weathervane. We'd settle for that, any day.

An early morning drive over Rutland Mt. to get our date off the N. Y. train in Rutland added a sophomoric touch to Saturday's activities. Calls on Sid Hayward, A1 Dickerson, and a most enjoyable session with President Hopkins, followed by a lengthy climb to the top of Baker Tower for the view (which we had never done before), and lunch with Mine Host Sommer at the Inn Coffee Shop brought us to game time. There is little we could add to what you've read about the game, but we've never seen so much fight in any team, so much spirit in a crowd, and we have never been hoarser, or more hoarse, nor felt quite so proud of a Dartmouth team, on any occasion. Our hoarseness reached falsetto proportions by the middle of the fourth quarter, so much so that we were sure that elderly professor in the raccoon cap two rows in front of us thought we were a talent scout from the Smith College Glee Club.

By the time Cornell conceded and the historic exchange of telegrams was taking place, setting off the snake-dances and bonfires in Hanover, we were on our way again. In fact we were just concluding a very pleasant stay with Bill and Helen Clark in their home just across Main Street from the Academy campus down in Exeter, and were heading into Boston.

With Charlie Gow's Dartmouth Inn on Commonwealth Avenue as the setting, some thirty-odd members of the class gathered for dinner and beer that night. Herewith their names, doings, and comments on themselves: JOE FELLOWS, mining, looking for those precious nuggets in Alaska; JIMMY AIETA, insurance, getting married in 1998; GARD CUSHMAN, atty-at-law, trying to proveloho caused that intersection automobileaccident; DICK MUZZY, candy making, trying to make both ends meet; DOUG LEY, atty-at-law, (new firm: Grabill, Grabill & Ley) trying to find a client; PHIL CONATHAN, chemical industry, travelling; SYD KRIVITSKY, 20th Century-Fox Film Corp., trying to revive Shirley Temple; MEL ROSEN, dentistry, waiting for the draft; ED' DYER, Children's Hospital, waiting for more classbabies; PHIL WILSON, atty. and adjuster, still trying to cut the other half; HOWARD ROWE, Pacific Print Works, business is still lousy; JOHN WALLACE, Shawmut Bank; BILL SERRAT, Poor's Publishing; BILL WILKS, New England Power, going to Brown for anotherwin; 808 MILLANE, drug salesman, looking for customers; 808 BUSEY, General Electric; SAM HARRIS, Electrolux salesman, working like hell for a change.

REG, BANK ART, selling Wear-Ever Aluminum, pots and pans are in myhands, the gleam is in my eye, I'll put'em in your kitchen, or I'll know thereason why, (Ed. We had forgotten Reg was our Class Poet; remember him on Class Day?); FRED HICKOK, Andover Savings Bank; RALPH COLBY, LewisShepard Cos., salesman; 808 McLELLAN, N. E. Mutual, just returned from a5 week, 8500 mile trip to the West Coastand through the South—didn't see anyl'm damn glad to be home fora change; BUD O'BRIEN, atty. in Lawrence, no news; CHARLIE NAYOR, practicing law in Boston with my father, basking in Gow's reflected glory as therestaurant tycoon by handling a few of hislegal problems; and last but n. 1., our host, CHARLIE GOW, running restaurants, always glad to see the fellows especially at my stores! Said host, John Wallace, and Dick Muzzy are to be congratulated on their fine job of handling the details of this affair. A good time was had by all, and we for one hope to get back for another during the coming year.

Due to circumstances beyond the control of the committee the class dinner in N. Y. was cancelled; but we spent several very crowded days at the Dartmouth Club there, during which time we had lunch with Bill Fitzhugh, Bud Fraser and Tom Lane on one occasion, shared some beers with Hal Ritter on another, spent an evening bulling with Lane and McCarty IV, and lunched with Joe Knap from out Spuyten Duyvil way. Hal is still with Bamberger's over in Newark and commutes out from the Club; Fraser has volunteered but hadn't heard the results as yet; Fitzhugh teaches at Columbia; Lane handles Arrow Collar ads for Young & Rubicam, and tells us that the Lanes will be a three-way highway come March; McCarty is doing publicity for Andre Kastelanetz on the Coca-Cola program; Knap tells us Ed Brunner has his Ph.D. from Columbia and has left his fellowship with the Brookings Institute to take a position with the National DefenseCommission in Washington.

Ray Schear, resident pediatrician at New Orleans' Charity Hospital (the one that's sinking so much per year into the mud), is engaged to Jane Goldstein of Mobile, Alabama, "wedding January 7, all are invited."... .Squire Ed Williams and Anne Elizabeth Weiant, Bradford Academy and Ohio State U., were married the third week in October Our alert contemporary, the Burlington (Vt.)News, informs us of the marriage on October 25 of Frances Atwood, U. of Vermont and Katy Gibbs, to Bill Lamorey, director of admissions at Columbia College.

EPILOGUE

194 a: "Now that the game and everything is all over, whatcha going to donow?"

1935: (in fatherly tone) "We're goinghome, son, and for a long time we'regoing to envy the eastern boys who returnto Hanover frequently, and feel sorry forthose in the Midwest, down South, on theWest Coast, and abroad, who haven't hadeven our three trips back these five years.. . . we're going to remember this Dartmouth night, the hospitality of the facultyand you fellows; our chat with Ma Smalley, the new stories Hoppy told us; thesameness of Dartmouth Row, of picturesin freshmen's rooms, of Slim Connor's shuffle, of Main St. after supper, and thatsame stimulating silence in Baker Library.... we're going to remember the game and what it meant to us and to you, andto Dartmouth and to Cornell, and tosportsmanship and, hence, to democracy.... we'll remember all this, and the nexttime someone says there's a red on thefaculty or an extra tippler in the studentbody, or makes some other complaint,we're going to say to ourselves, and maybeto him, 'Dartmouth's in Hanover and all'sright in its world'... .that's what we'regoing to do."

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