1914*
The Dartmouth Club of Central New Jersey through its secretary, Arthur J. O'Mara has unanimously nominated Dick Barlow for member of the Alumni Council. Arthur asks that notice of the nomina- tion be brought to the attention of all 1914 men in the district. This we gladly do herewith and wish we were entitled to vote. Dick was one of the co-founders of the local Dartmouth Club. He has, Arthur continues, served as club president, and for years has served on the selective-process admission committee, to the end that men of high caliber have been sent to Hanover. Our best wishes, Dick, for your unanimous election.
Cliff Chandler has left us, much, we like to think, as he himself might have chosen. Always a hard worker, he resumed his pressing duties with the Gulf Oil Company, after a siege of pnemonia last fall. Unfortunately, he was taken down again and the strain was too great. As all will recall, Cliff has served ably as our class secretary. He had worked hard on the Alumni Fund and in later years had served as graduate representative for Theta Delta Chi. Cliff had a droll sense of humor and contributed much to our class dinners in Boston and in helping with reunion plans. To his wife and to his sister, Mrs. James Gregg, the Class extends this expression of sympathy. Bill Barnes, Ernie Kimball, John Peppard, Harold Brown, Charlie Batchelder and Jim Gregg represented the class at the funeral.
And while speaking of Cliff, we have received an inspiring letter from "Doc" Carleton, his friend from boyhood days in Plymouth. "In my wheelchair reveries I could picture him (Cliff) enjoying the active life which has been denied me, but which I share somewhat with others in their triumphs. For me, I refuse to believe that death is a permanent separation from life.
"Me? Well, for five years I've been roosting in this wheelchair and waiting for medical science to hit upon a cure for multiple sclerosis of the spinal cord. Between my daughter's typing and my good wife's nursing, I manage to crack out a story now and then and sell it. I also keep up a weekly department in Wild West Magazine. And here's my best to all the boys."
Doc, I don't know where your case fits under the 4 freedoms, but men like you are worth fighting for that the air of America may be kept clear and clean for spirits like yours to breathe. Doc, by the way, lives at 140 Henry St., Brooklyn, N. Y. Now you can't drive the car evenings, how about a note to Doc. He used to entertain us all. Toot a note back to him.
And thinking of Doc, I got out our Aegis. Get yours out too. Turn to page 380 —The Dartmouth College Band, of which Doc was leader and Cliff was manager. We have had lots of college bands since then —bigger and noisier, yes—but old Doc got a pile of music out of his cohorts and "The Backs Went Tearing By" when Doc was in the groove. Look for A 1 Richmond and Sam Sheldon with the big bass businessremember the peanuts? Paul Simanton on the piccolo and Doc Cook the prototype of Gene Krupa and Charlie O'Connor, George Richardson and Hal Brown. Yea, boy, that-was-a-band!
"Mose" Ewing '13 writes that for several years he had worked with Tony Rud on radio operettas and had collaborated on a three-act musical for Mr. McCormick of the Chicago Tribune. Very recently Tony had been to Boston to arrange with Little, Brown 8c Cos., for the publishing of three of his works.
And while in this literary posthumous vein, we should very much like to have someone do a Profile on Thorne Smith. Thome's "Topper" books and other works have universally won the acclaim of critics these recent years. His story, particularly his undergraduate years, must be full of pay ore. Who knew him well and will take on this assignment? It should be worth while.
"Os" Skinner '28 writes that a classmate stationed at Huntsville, Alabama, told him that George Jones 'l4 has recently been promoted to the rank of full colonel. Thanks "Os." All George's friends know he will wear the eagles with distinction.
Frank Sullivan writes that he has moved into a house overlooking the fifth fairway of the Winchester Golf Club and that "we," in particular, will recognize the place because he has named it "Out of Bounds." A welcome insult, Sully. Wouldn't it be wonderful to slice one on your front lawn again? When—oh when? His daughter's husband is now a ist lieutenant and flying a B-17 somewhere. Sully himself is now connected with Stone & Webster Engineering Corp., Boston, and works very hard on the construction of war plant facilities.
Clyde Buckley, after a busy day wrestling with priorities, spends most of his evenings on Civilian Defense Activities. His eldest son, Bill, Dartmouth '39, is now on active service while Bob, Bowdoin '43, has joined the Marine Corps Reserve.
Our single issue of a recent copy of the New York World Telegram quotes Thorndike Saville, dean of Engineering New York University in a long and lucid article concerning the need for sound engineering planning in the post-war world. The society page is dominated by pictures and stories of the engagement of the daughter of Capt. and Mrs. Alexander J. M. Tuck, to Lt. Northrup, U. S. Army. Then another full page is devoted the activities of the New York City Board of Education of which Ellsworth Buck is the current President. Guess that is 1914 on parade in one issue.
And finally, Gordon Sleeper, that day I visited with a man, Dick Perkin, who told me you paid him $100 per week when he was fifteen and you were a budding radio tycoon. Remember him? Now he makes marvelous things for the war effort. Wish we could tell you about them. He says, by the way, that you were a "swell boss."
Secretary, 231 Belmont Ave., Springfield, Mass
