1935*
ANOTHER YEAR, ANOTHER DOLLAR ....
Back in the groove we go, with the card tables set up, a postal or two to the right of us, a wedding invitation or three to the left of us, a notice of a birth here, a necrology there, as this old typewriter groans and wheezes a bit as it emerges from its summer-long hibernation to start us on another trek through the seasons. Last year's crop ran to 18,500 words (we didn't count them—someone in Hanover did) about you and yours, with an occasional twiddle and twaddle about nothing at all thrown in for good measure, but we enjoyed everyone of them. In fact, when we get to thinking about it, as we so often do, we're almost smug in our pride over the way old 1935 keeps coming along. Generalissimo Bob Hage led us to a new high in Alumni Fund tallies last June, and his able assistant, Minister of Propaganda Reg Bankart, did a really marvelous job in writing the Tear Bag; we're convinced that Bob was just the right sparkplug needed to lull us from our lethargy in regard to the fund, and that Uncle Reg's deftness in strumming our emotional G-string in his own inimitable mellow manner has summoned up undergraduate memories to a point where their crystallization has given us all something definite to build upon in expressing our loyalty and devotion to the college.
MEET YOUR NEPHEW, "BOLIVAR". ...
Speaking of Uncle Reg, it seems he has finally allowed Uncle Sam to have first say about who shall get what aluminum, has divorced himself from pots and pans to do sales promotional work for Liberty Mutual Insurance Co. Two days ago Reg was operated on for an acute appendix, but his Babs reports he is now approaching his usual fine fettle, and that that session on the operating table will in no way inter- fere with the birth, on September 15th, of 1935's Class Nephew, Bolivar. This in an infanticipation we've looked forward to for a long time remembering, as we do, many a bull-session when old Uncle Reg spoke of the misty future, firmly avowing that someday he would do it, someday, after he was married of course, he'd present us all with a nephew of whom we could well be proud, one that'd make us say uncle and like it, so here, at long last, is the brain-child he always has threatened us with, Bolivar Bankart. 'Less this preamble be misconstrued let us add that Bolivar is a book about a monkey with a very long tail, from which we quote: "Onceupon a time in a far away land there wasa deep jungle. Within it grew tall trees andgreen ferns with trailing leaves, wild ani-mals and birds with bright feathers, andbutterflies as large as dinner plates. Therewere also hundreds of monkies." So enters into '35's ranks one Bolivar, the monkey whose tail is so long he has to carry it over his arm, and. .. .but you'll want to read it yourself. The New York publishing house of Smith and Durrell Co. will officiate at the birth, and an accurate facsimile of the original child can be secured direct from them or from your bookstore.
During a brief respite from his obstetrical labors Uncle Reg saw "Doug Ley overa week-end in N. H. on Lake Winnepesauhe and he took me sailing in a littlecanvas sail boat that was so small I didn'thave room to duck when the boom camearound with the result that Doug spent allhis time changing directions just to roatchthe damn thing bounce off my bean." Sounds like good sport, boom-bumping. While we're sailing, mention might be made of reports received here via a visiting beauty from Duluth that some kind friend did all sorts of damage to Dud Russell's boat while Dud and bride Bette were off honeymooning earlier this summer.
LOST SOULS DEPARTMENT ....
With the eyes, and ears, of a large portion of the world turned toward Washington for a fair share of each 24-hours, let's hear how one of our breed is faring down yonder. Comes now Jimmy the Berk, who chooses for some perverse reason of his own to write under the name of James H. Berkey:
"I have been in Washington since Inauguration Day and it has been one hectic push ever since arrival. I'm working for the largest local construction contracting outfit and we have a flock of defense work —one cantonment, a flock* of various navy jobs, an armory, several temporary and permanent office buildings, etc. It has been pretty much a day-night job and to top it off I enrolled in a defense engineering course at Geo. Washington University. I'm still free, white and occasionally willing (very willing).
"Have bumped into a flockf of Dartmouths around town since arriving—the first one was Lowy Haas, who as you know, is with United Airlines. Saw Harry Libbey and Steve Dorsey at the local D Club annual dinner at the Mayflower. Saw Steve again the other day down at O.P.M. It will take him several more years and about twenty more pounds to properly fill out the well known Dorsey shirt, but he seems to be doing mighty well in one of Washington's better nut houses. Harry Libbey is working for the government too and is doing a mighty fine job in one of Washington's local theatres (Civic Repertory), such as a recent production of Men in White. Have bumped into Brad Reeves at the D Club luncheons; he's working for the Am. Ass'n of Railroads.
"Oh yeah, tell Gilly that Wally Gage is not exactly a lost soul. He's in Washington, which I suppose is akin to that state. I see him at lunch quite often. We both eat at a little joint close to our respective offices, by the name of '823' (best Beer in Town), previously called 'New Bavarian' but recently changed in line with certain policies pursued by the present administration, and after all it is only four blocks from the White House. Wally is the proud father of two (count them—two) fine children (sex and age unknown)! and like me is one of the six known people in Washington not working for the government (directly). He is following along with some financial or bond house and doesn't look too under- nourished." Our thanks, Jimmy, maybe we'll see you out around DuPont Circle if things keep up the present mad pace.
JUNE IN HANOVER. .. .
Jim Dickinson eluded his pedagogical pursuits in Columbus long enough to come up from Dayton and join us in a fast trip to and from the campus during the middle of June. Between meetings of the Secretaries Ass'n, we joined with Generalissimo Hage, '34's Marty Dwyer, '2s's Parker Merrow, and' 16's Fletcher Andrews to see that Corey Ford, Secretary of the Class of '-,enjoyed his first meeting with that august body. In turn, he and the others mentioned added a great deal to our pleasure during those sessions: the only ones missing were Mortimer Middlemass and Slim Conners, and once I thought I saw Mortimer leering at me from behind two tall stories, and Marty and I saw Slim the next day on the way down to Ma Smalley's. Dick Muzzy was there, representing the D Club of Wellesley, which has always been our idea of a nice bit of representing, a sinecure, in fact. The amiable Friar Naramore, doing ditto for Bridgeport, and Ted Harbaugh, on with his wife for Hanover Holiday, an event we've tried to get away for for several years; Ralph Colby, Gardy Spring,Don Richardson, and Bill White, were all on hand, as were Nick Jacobson, HankHawkins, celebrating the birth of his second child, and Bob Roundey, up improving his golf game. Mine Host Larry Sommer was on hand, as usual, and we're already looking forward to seeing him again when we drive on for the Colgate game on October 11th. Uncle Reg, with Babs and Bolivar, will be there then, too.
HOLLYWOOD HERMIT. .. .
Comes now Rudy the Pacht, our favorite radiator ornament on Old Timers' Day, who says he is "playing hermit for 2½ months this summer in mountain cabin onour ranch. Have to get away from golf,shows, dates if office to study for Oct. barex. No road, telephone, etc., here. .. .alsono one to cook or wash, so I'm pretty busy... .me and the coyotes, squirrels, if mice." If that is the same mountain cabin where the Pacht so hospitably received Jim Walter '34 and this correspondent during our Western jaunt in the summer of '34, we recall its proximity to the beach houses and cabanae of the movie queens with a shudder, knowing we couldn't hermitize in such a locale; in fact we couldn't imagine a nicer spot for 2½ months of concentrated fun. Be that as it may, anyone wanting to contribute to the delinquency of the Pacht may avail themselves of the following address: c/o Constantine Rodin, Malibu Beach, Pacific Palisades, Calif.
CARRY OVERS
A lengthy letter from Bo Kreer, several new arrivals, weddings, and such will have to wait until the November issue. Keep yourself posted.
Secretary,; 1843 Cadwell Ave. Cleveland Heights, Ohio Treasurer, 5036 Juanita Ave., South, Minneapolis, Minn.
* Quack, quack, do two flocks make a fluke ? f What is this, an ad for "WILD GEESE CALLING?" If this is true Wally ought to turn them over to the Smithsonian Institute.
