New York City
Now THAT THE FINAL glowing ember of the Princeton goal posts has spent itself and the last well-meaning train-missing visiting fireman has been rescued from beneath the pile of traveling salesmen stories, dusted off and forwarded to Boston, Ashtabula or where will you, the great hurricane and big wind which descended upon the Club in the form of Dartmouth Night, Princeton Smoker, and the screwy celebration of a screwier victory has subsided, and peace, quiet, good food and an occasional Bromo Seltzer are again the order of the day. Our Electric Eye, which counts the number of Dartmouthers and their friends, fair and otherwise, entering our portals, will probably have to be fitted for glasses, for by honest, unastigmatic tally, the number of perpendicular entrances topped 2,008 exits, 2,000. Science has not yet advanced far enough to have developed the Electric Cockeye, so we assume this apparent discrepancy is attributable to a few horizontal departures. Albeit, a good time was enjoyed by all.
On Friday night, the Classes of 1901, 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919 and 1921 gathered for dinner and an evening of fun, frolic and foolishness. Reminiscent of the Ides of March, the great John Hizzoner Sullivan, former Mayor of Hanover, forsook the Treasury and Mr. Morgenthau to mingle with his fellow taxpayers and classmates. The highspot of the evening was an unexpected visit from President Hopkins, who dropped in to say "Hello" and responded to an uproarious demand by addressing a few words to the gang. An innocent challenge was unconsciously registered by Pat, our ordinarily timid shepherd of libations, who rang up the cash register at the precise moment when Dr. Hopkins said he was unable "to prophesy the outcome of tomorrow's game," thus costing the Club $25.00 in cash and a set of the Encyclopedia Britannica.
We were not fortunate enough to have a score card and we are therefore unable to give full credit to all of those who assisted in the wide end sweeps and deep reverses, but we did note the following alternately rushing the ball and growler for dear old Dartmouth: George Rand, Bill Hooven, Jack Clarke, Briard Greeley, Bob Colwell, Dick Dudensing, Doc Moriarty, Win Batchelder, Lew Garrison, Vaughan Little, Spider Martin, Art O'Neil, Charley Boyle, Dave Camerer, Eddie Dooley, Dave Hedges, Harry Gilmore, Henry Taylor, Tommy Remsen, George Pingree, Arthur Newton, Charlie Boyle, Sid Hayward, A 1 Dickerson, Bill McCarter, Charlie Kimble, Ed Redman, Tom Cleveland, Ted Caswell, Tommy Groves, Cy Aschenbach, Walt Blanchfield, Markey Pullen, Bill Hutchinson, Josh Davis, Whitey Fuller, Harry Bruckner, Rex King, Skinny Moore, Clarke Mattimore, Johnny Foster, Irish Flanigan, A 1 McGrath, Moreau Brown, Poke Goss, Charlie Comiskey, John Redington and others ad infinitum. (We're sorry we started this list; we just know, like Christmas cards, we've left out someone who was kind enough to reach over the bar and pass us the pretzels; but after all, we want to leave a few names for the class secretaries.)
Frank Graham, whose column, Settingthe Pace, explains Dartmouth's preference for the New York Sun— this by way of inviting a rebuttal from Camerer, Dooley, Duckworth and family—set a mean pace for the orators of the evening.
Earlier in the day—not once, but twice, breakfast and lunch—the Club was privileged to play host to the Alumni Council. Later in the day the Alumni Council was privileged to commend to all Dartmouth men the facilities of the only Dartmouth organization in the World, outside of Hanover, that boasts a teepee with running water-Dartmouth-on-jjth Street. A name which should be chiseled in stone (to which purpose we would gladly lend the granite casing of our own name-forgetting cerebellum) is that of the loyal Council member who flew here from the Coast, just to be present at the Council meeting.
Among other Dartmouth worthies who think nothing of traveling a few thousand miles to partake of the excellent Club cuisine and general good fellowship is Willis Howe '06, who Clippered in from Guatemala to spend a few days with us and take in the Yale and Princeton games. Conversely, John D. Johnson '38, a swell kid, made the Club his home for a time before shoving off for Africa. J. A. Feeley '39 flew in from Pensacola for a change of scenery. Lieut. Commander George C. Currier, in command of the training ship Prairie State, occasionally sails it down the River from 137 th Street and anchors it at the Club door, seeking a safe harbor and sanctuary from the ever questioning future Admirals entrusted to his tutelage.
On Dartmouth Night we were honored by a visit from Dean Neidlinger, who stole a day's march on the others who came down from Hanover in order that he might be present at his class dinner.
The Club calendar for December promises to be a busy one. In addition to the special dinners and features, a new series of Class Luncheons has been instituted. These have proven so popular that the Club has decided to continue them through the entire winter and well into the months when oysters are no longer in season. We don't know where else you can get a side of beef, a basket of buns, or a better seasoned assortment of weskit camouflaging gravies all for 50 cents than you can right here at your own Club. A group table has been provided, encouraging genial informality. (Don't worry if you can't remember his name—he won't remember yours, either.) The seats are unreserved, but the days are as follows, Mondays, 1920, 1921, 1922, 1923. 1940 '941; Tuesdays, 1936, 1937, 1938, 1939; Wednesdays, 1924, 1925, 1926, 1927; Thursdays, 1928, 1929, 1930, 1931; Fridays, 1932, 1933, 1934, 1935.Class Secretaries: The Club, feeling these luncheon meetings of benefit not only to the classes but to the College generally, has enlarged the "Welcome" on its mat to include Club members and non-members alike.
The attractive brochure (text matter of which was reproduced in the November issue) has been received from the engravers. We have had a number of requests for copies, which have already been forwarded. We will be happy to send one to anyone who is interested. May we presume to whisper that a membership application blank can be included for the same postage?
