A Thorough Search
FOLLOWING THE LINES of its procedure in 1933-34 Athletic Council has conducted in the weeks since Earl Blaik's resignation a nation-wide search for the most promising man to take his place. Director of Athletics Bill McCarter '19 sent a request to all alumni clubs and associations, and to alumni especially interested in football, asking for suggestions or comments about the coaching situation. There has been a widespread and helpful effort by Dartmouth men to aid the Council in the emergency of picking a new head coach and staff. Time was running short before the beginning of spring practice. The Council endeavored to fill the vacancy at the earliest possible date.
IT MAY BE SAID of Earl Blaik, Harry Ellinger, and Andy Gustafson that they had no more than settled down in Hanover almost seven years ago than they became very much a part of the Dartmouth scene. Ellinger, in full regalia, learned the timing of a stem christy. His prowess on Hilton Field won him the golf championship of Hanover. The Blaik family made many friends. If they, and the Gustafsons, ever feel a pang of nostalgia for Hanover they can be sure their friends here equally miss them.
Joe Donchess, Roily Bevan, Ed Hirshthan berg, Frank Moore, and Ave Daniels have for varying lengths of time been members of the Blaik staff whose services and friendship for the College are highly valued.
When Earl Blaik came to Dartmouth, and brought fine help with him, football was down. He came, saw, conquered. Football is up now and so is the morale of student, faculty, and alumni followers of the team. He and his staff tackled a difficult task with great energy, ability, and thoroughness. In seven succeeding seasons they took the material at hand and demonstrated in superlative fashion what could be done through skillful, painstaking instruction. They gave Dartmouth, and especially the student body, a dose of adrenalin in the form of aggressive leadership in their field of activity.
The imprint of these men is such that we'll bet many a Dartmouth man will now follow the Army team. They will want to go to Army games just to see that old Blaik hat pulled farther and farther over a more worried countenance as the game progresses. (Don't lose that hat. Earl) We'd like to see Harry Ellinger nonchalantly chewing gum, and burning up inside. We will want to see Roily Bevan dash out on the field to heal and soothe. But it won't seem quite right without the changing hues of Balch Hill in the background, reflecting the low rays of an October sun, setting behind the Norwich hills.
DOES THE U. S. ARMY know it is getting quite a feller in our staff photographer, Adrian Bouchard? We gave him up last month without complaint but with many a sigh, clinging to the end to the hope that "Bush" would be found deficient in number of teeth or something, which was the only chance of removing him from Selective Service Class I-A. A gay card has arrived, picturing the Battle of Bunker Hill, on which Bush announced from the North Station in Boston his embarkation for Camp Devens: "I have one tooth toomany so I'm in the Army now."
We'll miss Bush because he had taught himself to become an expert photographer. He skis and skates with the best. He's at home in his native Northern New Hampshire woods—camping, hunting, fishing. He plays the piano. He also turned up frequently with pictures of pretty girls whom he discovered in the course of his duties as College Photographer. The Army shouldn't let a man such as Bouchard peel potatoes.
