1936*
Children! Teacher is very proud of most of you. A great many of the post cards, which Commissar of the Exchequer Morrison sent out in order to get information from you to Hanover, were mailed promptly, and some were almost meaty. No apologies are due or forthcoming because all the stuff thereon is not included in this issue's notes. C'est impossible, but during the long winter we'll get everything in. Apologies are due, however, and hereby are extended, to brethren who have taken the time to write personal letters, but which I haven't answered. Don't expect answers, though, just apologies. From this date onward we'll grant priorities in this column to personal letters from the classmates who have the time and inclination. Letters from wives or their equivalent will be read in absolute confidence and will be answered by return mail in a plain envelope addressed in the handwriting of a very understanding secretary so that there will be no suspicions on the part of husbands.
The main gleanings from the postal survey seem to be that every third member of the Class is a "Looie", every second member is a "private" and every first is married and supporting offspring, hence unwanted by his old Uncle Sammy. By the time the latter are "privates", the former will be generals.... and won't that be hard to take, Daddies? The other most iterated item was: "married, no babies, one or more dogs."
HITHER AND THITHER WITH THE CLAN
Heard from the U.S.S. Oklahoma (whereabouts on the Pacific censored) last June was a loud and lonesome wail emitted by Charlie Stern who couldn't come to reunion. His wife, Joanie, pines for him in Honolulu, which I've heard is a nice place to pine in. Art Atkinson got his picture in the New York Herald Tribune as a golfer along side Craig Wood. By the way, Art, and other members of the Class who might have a stray Aegis around—for posterity's sake, it will in the near future be highly desirable for your Secretary to maintain some sort of permanent record of the Class, and it seemed like a nice idea to paste the pretty pictures of the brotherhood on such. Consequently, there will be needed, TWO copies of that senior booklet from which to cut the aforementioned pictures. Donations will be gladly received, or maybe that tightwad Morrison would loosen up with a couple of bucks to buy a book if the previous owner wants to be mercenary about it. Anyway, please have a look-see. Jocko, by the way, became a papa of a 111 on the 21st of September.
Chuck Delbridge, number 2 Lt. in the Quartermaster's Corp writes from maneuvers in Louisiana that they stand in the mud up to their hips and still have dust blow in their faces, but that he doesn't mind because, owing to his position, he feeds well. Dick Hefler writes that the old rival of the New York Dartmouth Club, the '36 apartment at 353 E. 56th St., once housing such notables as Bob Prentice, Morrie Paine, Ed Brooks, Bill McLaughlin, Frank Curtis, Dink Gidney, Bax Fullerton, Gordy Brown, Ed Higbee, Dave Fox, Bill Ferguson, Walker Lewis, Hal Palmer, Chuck Richards, and Gardner Schirmer (even if some stayed but for one night) has now passed into the hands of '4O. Dick can be reached at The Y, Wilmington.
Bob Birchall was heard from St. Luke's hospital, N.Y. but didn't say much. Dune Newell claims to have everything under control in Bean Town. Sumner Burroughs says he hasn't seen a soul from '36 in St. Louis. Stan McCoy writes Norb Hofman that he'd welcome seeing any of the boys at Shawsheen Manor, Andover, Mass., if they're around, and Ed Merrill is yelling for his reunion beer jacket which he wasn't here to collect. It'll be there, Ed. Don't fret.
Gould Bernard got a "forked horn buck", and two limits of doves in his first hunting season in California. Bob Button graduated from Asst. Program Manager of the N.B.C. Blue Network to the same title under U.S. Army for all broadcasting of First Army maneuvers. Doc Cartwright is doing his bit at Lovell General Hospital, Ft. Devens. Walt Chase is living up to his name pursuing the inmates at the Michigan State Mental Hospital in Kalamazoo. Pete Fitzherbert expects to take in several of the games this fall—and to lose a little weight doing so. Get seats way up near the top, Pete! Bob Frank is teaching the boys and girls organic chemistry at the U. of Illinois. How are the coeds, Bobbie? Jerry Hasbrouck sends in this little enviable bit: "Just a musician, not in the Army, not in the Navy, not in the Marines; not married, no children, not much money—but, lots of fun."
With that, we must now turn to the chapter entitled "There are still some members of the Class at large, but last month several got caught." Harriet Lea Sturm got stuck for the rest of her life with Charlie Kirk Liggett. (If wifey is sister to the Yankee first baseman, I hosey first crack at a pass to all the games.) Also to go the way of all flesh was Muriel Van Vranken, who married George Peck. In the engagement field, Nina Van Vechten promised to walk down the aisle with Roy Coppedge, lawyer, now with the men in khaki.
AROUND THE GIRDLED EARTH
Henry Dearborn has just received a nice little post with the U.S. Department of State as Vice Consul to Colombia, South America, and it was heard through secret agents that Dan Holland, ex of Field andStream, has now got himself a soft job with the Fish and Game Commission in Alaska where the trout are as big as codfish, and Indians still war-whoop. Reece Hatchett, who is married and the father of one boy, is affiliated with the legal dept. Empresas Electricas Brasilerias, Rio de Janerio, and writes that although he couldn't get to the 5th, he hopes to attend the 10th reunion, unless he is in China.
NEWS FROM THE HILLS
Those of us who live in Hanover pass by unnoticed the little things which are remembered by those less fortunate who ache to drink in every bit which comes their way about the old North Country. I live at the foot of Velvet Rocks which has already passed from the red and yellow stage to the golden brown foretelling that it will not be long before the leaves are gone and the cider man will wake the dorms with his sharp cries. Even as the freshman football squad shrinks from the original 150 to a bare minimum of 60 men on the A and B squads, the more anxious scan the sky for snow and dig deep into dorm and fraternity cellars for their hickory boards. Partridge whirr on any hillside, and golfers cuss the leaves on greens. The glee club rehearses on the steps of Dartmouth Hall. Sour and sweet strains echo from Bartlett where the new, but old, Barbary Coast tunes up for a dance at Colby, and every other afternoon the boom of the bass drum and As The Backs Go Tearing By waft on the breezes from Memorial Field to the Ad Building. It's difficult to put the mind on work, then, particularly when the shouts and groans from the campus tell of bitter "touch" games in progress just across the street. The College is in full swing. '45 goes around with surer step and less wonder in their eyes. In a few days, application material will be sent to members of the Class of '46. Take a good look at that, boys, and get out that senior cane—to lean on.
CLASS OF 1936
Financial Report of 5th Reunion—June 1941 OPERATING STATEMENT
Income: Tax paid prior to reunion 129 men @ $7.50 $967.50 6 men @ $8.50 51.00 66 wives @ $2.50 165.00 $1,183.50 Tax paid at reunion 27 men, 15 wives, guests and committee at varying rates 252.51 $1,436-01 Expenses: Costumes: 145 jackets and hats @ $2.00 $290.00 89 hats for wives extra @ $.50 44-50 $ 334-5° Barbecue—27s meals @ $1.50 412.50 Tips to workers at barbecue 10.00 Beer—20 "½" kegs @ $12.25 245.00 Tips to beer dispensers 10.00 Tent rental 25.00 Tent freight and college charges therewith 20.86 250 beer mugs 35.34 Movie film 51-50 Piano rental 30.00 Publicity, Promotion and Miscellaneous 132.58 Refunds of taxes paid 62.50 $i,359-78 Surplus: $ 76.23 BALANCE SHEET ASSETS: Cash in Dartmouth National Bank $ 76.23 LIABILITIES: None NET WORTH: Surplus $ 76.23 NOTES: The Class of 1936 Executive Committee has voted to earmark the surplus for use for the 10th Reunion in June 1946. Respectfully submitted, 1936 Reunion Committee, JOHN E. MORRISON, Chairman.
Secretary, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H.
Treasurer, Bank of New York 48 Wall St., New York, N. Y.
