1910
Another summer gone, another fall here, another college year should be starting
but it isn't, for it started in July. . the campus and classrooms in Hanover are filled with non-Selective-Processed Navy and Marine-clad boys from high schools and other colleges throughout the land—a lot of fine lads, very few misfits.
Sid Hayward is gone as Editor of this Magazine, the size in pages, the format, the circulation, and the contents being a lasting tribute to his unending effort and ability .... 1910 knows, because as the oldest, continuous sender of the Magazine to all members of the class ('02 and '11 having marvelous records, too), it has come up with Sid in the phenomenal growth of the Group Subscription Plan, that monthly places the top-flight publication in the hands of some 16,000 Dartmouth Sons,— as against 6,000 a few years back. Through the years Sid will be known as the pioneer in the development that is now of immeasurable value to the College... and the last one to deny him any of the honor will be his successor, Charlie Widmayer, a truly swell and able fellow whom we have watched grow in the last dozen years.
NOW BACK IN OUR OWN DOORYARD—Ernie Small is a rear admiral, perhaps the first in Dartmouth history for all we know
Julius Warren has become Commissioner of Education for Massachusetts, a real ripe plum in the educational world Babe Steward died May 31 from a blood clot.
. . . Caesar Young was elected president of Linen Trade Association Al Salmon's son, George, was killed in aviation training at St. Joseph, Mo The class raised its annual dues to $5.00 Life moves on rapidly, and relentlessly.
Just about every business and professional man we know is working hard, is tired physically and mentally, longs for the war to end; no one group working a bit harder than another, yet many feeling that their own occupations, their own efforts. and contributions are a bit more important, their sacrifices a bit harder than those of others, whether it be in Hanover, N. H., or Sacramento, Calif. But that is human nature, always was, always will be.
Ran across "Albany" Hatch the other day, who sized up the situation rather brusquely, as you would expect: "I'm nuts, I'm tired, I'm nervous, not even decent to associate with any longer.... wish to Hades I could run away from the telephone, have $3,000,000 in orders to make and ship before March 1, and the best planning I can do always falls short. In '37 I hired 5 young men to learn and take over the business—all \are now in the Army. My own son was one of them. The plant is filled with Government inspectors for every known purpose, from armed guards to "free time" for female help having their hair and nails done. Had a shipload of wool sunk by subs on way up from Australia.... contract negotiations now under way require endless time and nervous energy that should be applied to production. Times are crazy.
... I don't know how my wife stands living with me I wish the war would end."
OUR OFFSPRING—We don't like these young lads being killed. First Jack Shattuck, then, at 19, George Salmon who graduated from Newton High in '42, entered the University of Maine, left to enlist in Army Air Forces, was assigned to Atlantic bomber ferrying when killed in a crash Ens. Dave Johnson Jr. is "Exec" on an active S C boat. . . . .Bill Holmes is a sergeant in Anti-Aircraft while brother Steve has been in Africa with the Glider Force Dick Warren is in AAF Meteorological School at Haverford Jimmy Ingalls who graduated from the University of Maine in '42 returned there as zoology assistant, entered the Army in January, was assigned to the Medical Department of the Infantry Muriel Kent is a Mt. Holyoke senior Bart Nourse is attending V-12 at Hanover Young Charlie Bar dwell after the Syracuse Pre-flight course is now an Air Force pilot Loring Wood, son of Abiel, is taking the Pharmacist's Mate course at Sheep's Head, N. Y.; his sister Marcia, who graduated from Russell Sage this spring, being with the Woods Hole Biological Research School Our own son-in-law, Bob Foley, is a lieutenant at sea on one of Uncle Sam's mightiest fighters, Katherine living at home with us for the duration.
TOBE TELLS 'EM
"TOBE," our beloved leader of undergraduate days, the Orator, the Forthright Speaker, blasted out Washington not long ago in a manner that would have pleased our gang reminiscently. Clarke, vice president of Proper McCallum Hosiery Co., appeared before a House sub-committee in protest against Government restrictions . . . .and it's a long step to take, but the South Boston-born Irishman had the courage of his convictions, as we youthtime followers would expect.... he told them off in no uncertain language, describing certain OPA orders regulating sales of branded rayon hosiery as "the first blow that has ever been struck against free enterprise in the entire history of the United States. I am sure that this order is being used as a subterfuge through which they can destroy branded goods and trades names."
THE TWO OUTSTANDING TENNERS OF THEMONTH, Julius Warren and Ernie Small, really deserve much credit for working their way up though to a very prominent State Education commissionership, and a rear admiralcy in the U. S. Navy.... we are mighty proud of both . . and we are proud, too, of the grand work done by Rhode Island's State Fuel Administrator, Fletch Burton, who pulled our class treasury through a very difficult year.... an increase in dues was sound judgment as evidenced by the unanimous written vote of your executive committee. . . . and in raising $5,310 for the class fund Andy Scarlett did an equally fine job. Andy always does a nice, conscientious job when and whereever he is called on. Both of these men are busy men, doggone busy men, as anyone can tell you .... so the Class should be very appreciative and respond promptly to the requests they issue from time to time.
As for your Secretary, he just hasn't the personal time available to do a thoroughly faithful job, and no one knows that any better than he. However, with the splendid support that you fellows always muster in a pinch, we'll all struggle along, in the hope and the knowledge that this cussed and bestial thing called War will be over some day. . . in the meantime, we can do what there is for us to do.
Secretary, Canaan St., Canaan, N. H. Treasurer. Turks Head Bldg. Box 1254, Providence 1, R. I. .
