1910

The tenths of these months are rolling around all too often for your scribe, the boundaries of whose mind, time, action seem to be diminishing, and certainly not sufficient to digest the realistic life we are leading Last week, Detroit; week before New York and Washington; this week, Canaan; next week, Albany Our trunk is a red bandanna handkerchief, our existence a constant change . . . . but factually, we solemnly intend to be in Canaan again on November 25 to celebrate Thanksgiving and our Joint-Birthday- with John-Vander Pyl, even though John is Moline, 111., building everything from smokeless powder contraptions to two and a half-ton bulldozer tractors.

Even though life is full to the brim, it is interesting, and nothing warms the heart of a secretary like an unexpected and lengthy letter from an old friend.... this time Horace Chadbourne, who, perhaps, more than any member of our class, leads the life he loves. He sends a very fine four-page letter from Glacier National Park, Belton, Montana, where he is a ranger. Chad devoted three pages to Babe Steward's life, and we wish there were some way in which each Tenner could read it. However, we'll give you a few extracts:

"Babe, by nature, lived life forthrightly and aggressively. A straight-shooter himself, he scorned insincerity in anyone. He was completely without fear, either physically or morally. Dartmouth was almost a religion His college experience, next to his family, was the high point in his life. Of course, almost any of us could say that, too, but it was a clearer vision to Babe. With his sure instinct for fundamental values, he recognized Dartmouth as a glorious thing, apart and above all others."

Art Rollins lives in Plymouth, N. H Any Tenner in Minneapolis can find Easty with General Mills at Chamber of Commerce Building Louis Nissen's address is 69 Park Ave., Verona, N. J.

Herb Woods up from Washington saw Rusty Williams in Boston, just before which he received a letter from ICJIO'S rear admiral, and perhaps Dartmouth's only one, as far as we have ever heard: Ernest Small, now in active sea duty, his previous one having been at the famous Savo Sea scrap. One paragraph is worth using here at the moment:

"The Naval profession is commonly regarded as a safe and sure thing, but this is a misconception. One may work beyond endurance, and yet without the right concatenation of international events and personal luck get nowhere. The gods have been good to me."

OFFSPRING—So many sons are in various forms of service that it is difficult to keep their records up-to-date .... yet you Tenners should make it one of your responsibilities to send them in, so that they may be properly in the class archives Without too accurate information, we know that Charlie Fay has three sons in the Service; Marshall Comstock, one in Navy V-12 at Tufts; Shorty Worcester, one a full lieutenant in Navy sea duty. Frank Brady Jr. finished basic training in Texas, is now at Stanford. In Naval Aviation are Jimmy Nourse, a pilot in South Pacific, his younger brother, Bart, in flight training. Jim Young Jr. is in Africa; Bennie Benjamin in aviation work in Colorado.

Arnold Hatch's death was very sudden, and yet not unexpected to close friends, for he had been warned against a bad heart by his physician. However, under the pressure of war business, he kept going to the end .... and that was his way of life. We happened to have a splendid visit with him a few weeks before his death, part of which was reported in the last MAGAZINE. His obituary is in the In Memoriam section.

Ed Keith, up from Puerto Rico, visited with Jim Ingalls in Northfield, Vt., where Jim is now head of the geography division of the Social Science Department with eight men teaching under him, geography being one of the top subjects for young aviators.

The sympathy of the class goes to A 1 Meehan whose wife died last January. .... Al, a prominent lawyer in Arkansas, invites sons of Tenners who may be stationed at the Bomber Training School there just to make themselves known and he'll try to make their stay happy. The same goes for duck hunters who can furnish their own ammunition, Stuttgart being "Duck Hunters' Paradise."

This guy, Mac Kendall, Big Shot Railroader and what not, from Pompanoosuc, Vt., is really a Big Shot as Assistant General Manager of Eastern District, Chicago & Northwestern, and gets himself pictured and written up in October 16 Railway Age .... but we'd never have known it excepting for a friend.

Your scribe needs news, and needs it badly .... and that is no space-filler, either. Do keep us posted on your sons in the Service, then your charming wives and daughters, lastly your homely old selves.

Secretary, Canaan St., Canaan, N. H. Treasurer, Turks Head Bldg. Box 1254, Providence 1, R. I.