1935*
There is a very refreshing diversity to the news this month, and we'll set down as much of it as we can before turning a major portion of the column over to Bo Kreer, the Wag of the Windy City, for a biennial report of Dartmouth in and near Chicago.
BACK HOME IN ASHTABULA. ...
Our alert contemporary, the Ashtabula,0., Star-Beacon, scores a scoop with news of Ty Carlisle's leaving Detroit, where he has been associated with the firm of Cook, Smith, Jacobs & Beake, to return to Ashtabula where he will be associated with his father and brothers in operation of the Carlisle-Allen Co. department store. Mr. and Mrs. Carlisle will reside on Walnutblvd-ext." And to them we ext. greetings.
NEW FACES. ...
Since September 4th, the former Lucy Belle Dittmar, late of Hannah More Academy and Mount Holyoke, has been within our ranks as Mrs. Howard Marshall Frost Jr., wife of the Asst. Sec. of the Seaboard Surety Co. in New York. Bill McMullen stood up as best man, and Al Sherwood was one of the ushers. Said couple are probably already settled in Brooklyn Heights by now.
Friar Naramore, postal-carding the news that he'll be in Hanover for the Colgate game, adds that Pug Atherton is marrying Le Burta Marie Gates out in Evergreen, Colorado, on October Bth. The Friar goes on to describe the new monastery he is about to move his flock into, with "plenty of room for transients."
Stephen Locke Roberts arrived at the Neil Roberts home out in Denver about five weeks ago, and his father modestly recites something about seven pounds five and a half, which sounds like bass talk to this bachelor.
UP THE LADDER DEPARTMENT. .. .
Roily Leich is one of 125 applicants accepted for graduate work at the Eastman School of Music of the University of Rochester and chosen from a large field of highly talented musicians throughout the nation.
Bill Chapman has been appointed manager of the credit department of St. Louis' Mercantile-Commerce Bank & Trust Co.
KREER ON CHICAGO ....
We'll slide right into this one, pausing only long enough to tell you that we've only disturbed its length very slightly, and that it was written last July.
"The shoe business is hot, what with Army orders, etc., and when Comwell is in town he spends all his time with his advertising agency and not with this one. BobMorris, incidentally, is researching for said agency, Leo Burnett, Inc., and doing damn well. At least he just bought a new Buick, as did that eminent brass man, Huck.
"Chicago is a funny place for Dartmouth. There are hundreds of alumni here, but aside from a perennial group of sophomores out of '35, we never seem to get together except at huge functions like the recent Dartmouth Ball, and Louis Leverone's annual picnic. This Ball was one of the most successful operations we have ever undertaken, both for turnout and for fun. Bill Walrath, Don Koehler, and I reserved a table, and by the time we got through recruiting our cronies for the evening there were 48 people at it! Was very pleasant because I saw many fellows who seldom show at any local functions. You know....the guys you always see as you whiz past an 'L' platform, or see hopping off the suburban train, or driving past in cars, or walking out of the ball parks with about fifty strangers in between! Frank Wright was there and Eddie Skillen and Owen Fairweather and Paul Van Antwerpen, down from Milwaukee. Twerpen is also in the ad business, and Don Koehler, who has heard him, says he's really hot at sparking up a sales meeting. Don, incidentally, just returned from Hanover. He was in N.Y. on business and ran up for the week-end. He's having trouble settling down to the job of selling space in 'Mademoiselle' after that. He is, I'm ashamed to say, the first one of us who has been able to get back. Excepting, of course, that paragon of bachelors, that plutocratic bag of bullion, Bamford. .. .who gets the hell everywhere!
"As for the rest of us, we're moving along about on schedule. .. .having kids, not having raises, cussing Hitler and moaning about how awful the Cubs are. Billie and I and Kitty, our daughter, who is now almost 4 are living in North Shore suburb, Highland Park, where we bought a little house last year. I'm a great suburbanite, ... .y'oughta see me out working in the garden. Matter of fact, I like it so well I've given up golf, at which I was never any good, so no loss. Up here in H. P., also, are the Herman boys, Larry and Grant, Bill Morton, Billy Eisendrath and a few other Dartmouthers of earlier vintage.
"The Evanston gang is considerably larger. McKnight lives there, and is now working for the RFC, after recovering miraculously from a siege of spinal meningitis. Morris, with wife and baby, Fairweather, with just wife, Walrath with ditto, George Cogswell, Tommy Beers, Bob Woodcock and a mob of others. Bamford, naturally, belongs to the city station-wagon set, and Koehler and Huck are in the West suburbs.
"I heard from Bill Mann not long ago. Gosh, I'd like to sit down and hear that boy play the piano again for awhile. Looked for Al Clark at the Ball, but he didn't show, and I haven't seen him for several years. Sat down on an elevated seat next to BillBury some time ago; he was just in town for a day to see Carl McNamer. JimmyOughton gets up here often, but ignores all of us. I'm making a short jaunt down his way next week and expect to stop in and see if he's taken the cure himself.
"I sent a good end down to Bill Clark at Exeter last year and wrote him at the time, but the Professor never answered. Guess he still remembers the time I forgot to cover second base and he fired a peg clear into center field.
"Whaddya' think of Silly Sellmer? To think that I insisted on that dashing, intrepid, character coming all the way out here to be in my wedding five years ago. God, how tame it must have been for him! He wrote me at length just before the Mustached Menace marched into Poland, but I haven't heard a line since the ALUMNI MAGAZINE story. But how the hell could Bob be an aviator? The fat old jerk couldn't even drive a car!"
Our thanks, Bo: it probably won't suffice for another two years, but it'll certainly keep Chicago among those present. You do get around.
Hugh Wolff adds one final word as a sort of Windy Windup, tho he has retreated as far as Salt Lake City to do so: "... .two weeks' vacation at Jackson Hole and Colorado Springs. .. .beautiful country and puts our midwest to shame. .. .reminds me of hills around school. You can add me to the growing list of men 'donning the olivedrab.' Expect to be called late in 5ept.,....
just squeezed this trip in. News of Dartmouth scarce.... the annual picnic was the day after I left Chicago."
FILL THE BOWL DEPARTMENT. ...
As regular as the autumnal equinox which preceded it by just ten days came Bobb Chaney's clarion call for you know-what.'.. give out, men, give out.
BROKEN PROMISES DEPT
We resolved quite firmly, after editing last month's journal, that there should be no further references to Reg Bankart this year; maybe after New Year's we might slyly list him as among those sending Christmas cards, but he has been chronicled and quoted here so frequently that we begin to recall the old one about too much of a good thing and so on. However, his latest ditty, which arrived a day or two ago is too much to resist. After all, Boswell had his Dr. Johnson, Mart Dwyer has his Bill Scherman, Oscar Cahoon has his Fred Depinet, so we'll have our Bankart this once more before the new year.
The following should be self-explanatory: Dear Gilly:
How are you? I am fine. I am goingback to work in two days. It will be funto get back to work again. I get bored athome. Do you? I hope you have not forgotten something. I hope you have notforgotten to order something for us. Ihope you have not forgotten to ordertickets for the Colgate game. I hope youhaven't. We ordered some for Bill andBeth. We used our own blank. Now wedon't have a blank. The blanks are allgone. I hope you have not forgotten us.
We are going up Friday night. We willsee you at the Deke House Friday nightor Saturday A.M. You give us the tickets.We give you the money. We give you adrink. You give us our change. Then wewill all go to the game. Is this all right?I hope it is. I hope it is all right. I hopeyou haven't forgotten us. I hope not.
Good bye, Gilly. Our garden has goneto seed. I have a new scar. It is on mytummy. It is a red one. Babs has a cold.It is in her nose. It is a red one, too.Good bye.
Your friend
Reggie
P. S. I hope you have not forgotten us.
Secretary, 1843 Cadwell Ave. Cleveland Heights, Ohio Treasurer, 5036 Juanita Ave., South, Minneapolis, Minn.
