1923*
Irish Flanigan, having agreed in one of his many weak moments (as far as Dartmouth is concerned) to guest-edit this columniisss I realize, my cue to pipe down for the month lest you fellows get to thinking "Why in blazes hasn't he come up with that idea before." However, the spotlight continues on the '23ers in service and before turning the microphone over to Irish I know you'll want to hear about the boys who have "joined up"
CAPTAIN TEX SCALING left the Fort Worth real estate field for the Marine Corps on Nov. 4, trained at Quantico and is presently stationed in Atlanta doing officer procurement work.
With thanks to his sister Mrs. Walter H. Clough (husband, Dartmouth 1907) for so thoughtfully writing us we learn that GEORGE COAKER is now in the Air Corps and as seems to be the usual procedure in this branch has been jumping all around the country the past three months in training. Prior to the Air Corps, bachelor George was N. E. representative of Oscar Mayer & Co., Wisconsin packing house, and traveling around N. E. for them gave him an opportunity indulge in his greatest hobbies, skiing and mountain climbing.
ALEX MERCHANT erstwhile New Brunswick, N. J. architect is now Captain Merchant of the Army Engineer Corps on duty at Camp Claibourne, La. .... DON COBLEIGH is a private in the Marines taking specialized training at Parris Island after which he will receive a yeoman's rating as a chaplain's _ assistant PERRY SHAW former San Francisco dentist has been commissioned a It. comdr. USNR DAVE CURTISS has for- saken M.D.-ing at Williamstown, Mass., for the USNR MC, a It. comdr.... ditto all around for HAUB HAUBRICH but from Claremont, N. H., in his case. The Army gets the services of TOMMY COUGHLIN, the Bristol (Conn.) baron; the Navy, those of Lt. JACK CUMMINGS, former minister of Marlboro, Mass.; the Army Air Corps, those of DICK THOMPSON sales manager of SprayDip Rubber Corp. of Buffalo; and the Army, those of 808 WHITTINGHILL, N. Y. insurance accountant and statistician .... and LARRY BROOKS ex-banker of Pasadena is now a captain in the USMC. Take it away Irish!
Apparently Sherm Baldwin feels there is no limit to what you will endure in the name of Dartmouth for, having allowed us to painfully pulverize you in our pulpy Green Sheet, he now leaves your winter flank exposed to attack through the snow-driven whiteness of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. You didn't ask for it—we didn't either for that matter—but here we are dishing it out again and we hope that you can take it.
The photograph which Sherm advises us is the piece-de-resistance of this issue escaped our scrutiny and we don't know that BROOKS PALMER has seen it either. Would that we had, for we are sure our microscopic eye would have discovered a busted suspender or drooping garter or some evidence of what happens when an insurance magnate becomes pickled with patriotism and sets out single-handed to sell enough War Bonds to prepay the cost of the present little international unpleasantness.
On the word of Clarence Goss and Charlie Rivoire, classmates and hecklers extraordinary we have it that Brooks did a masterful job, that the W. T. Grant Cos. assembled some 1,200 employees catch the crooning calls of our spellbinder, and that they are seriously considering removing their candy counters and putting Brooks and his assistant up in the front of their stores in charge of a new Bond Dept. We are proud of Brooks and his work, of which this was but one of many assignments and we are equally proud of the Class of 1923, for we feel that his Alumni Fund schooling iS background for the splendid job he is doing. Mrs. Brooks, not to be outdone, is more than doing her part too with Red Cross Canteen work, National_ Board of Motion Picture Review and other patriotic activities connected with the D.A.R.
Occasionally we have the pleasure of lunching with DUTCH MUEHLECK-Dutch, we might add without repeating ourselves, is a business neighbor of ours being a purchasing agent for the Western Electric Co. at 195 Broadway, N. Y. We haven't seen him lately although we had hoped to at one of the New York cocktail parties (how's to make the next one, Fred), so we imagine he's been down m his cellar developing photographs or winding flies or whatever a fellow does who is hipped on fishing and ties a lot of fancy colored leathers together to make a sucker out of some unsuspecting and over-hungry trout, for Dutch is blessed with two hobbies and excels in both. We don t know how many photographers or fishermen there are in the class, but if the shouts are long and loud enough we may be able to prevail upon PrePfre a. white paper for the next issue or Skiddoo" enlightening you neophytes on the inside story of this business.
It seems the only way you can get any news in this man's town is to grab your victim by the seat of the breeches and sit down and eat with him. A few months back when the weather allowed for such silliness, your reporter and his wife had the pleasure of dining with the JOE SCHIFFENHAUSES at the Sidewalk Cafe of the Hotel Brevort—a compromise between Joe's natural instinct for dining amidst the splendor of the main salon, and the equally natural affinity of the Irishman for the hominess and speciousness of the gutter. Joe has carried on and greatly expanded his father's business, Schiffenhaus Bros., which is tops among the manufacturers of corrugated boxes in the NewYork area. We are very happy to publicly accept the kind invitation of his good wife, Mary, to visit the Schiffenhaus menage, for we understand it was the inspiration for "You Can't Take It With You," since Joe does about as he pleases—Mary goes him one better—their two sons top them—and the butler runs the joint. Joe still retains his pleasant and easy going manner, and Mary—well the more we become acquainted with the good ladies of 1923 the more we are in favor of making all class get-togethers mixed parties.
More food for conversation: At a recent class get-together at the Dartmouth Club we had the pleasure of sitting with RUEL SMITH, and enjoyed an old fashioned bull league and reunion. The new Dartmouth Club setup is right up Ruel's alley for it adjoins and opens into the Princeton Club and as you probably remember Ruel came to us via New Jersey with a nice shiny leaf of Princeton Ivy in his button hole. Ruel is on the staff of Time Magazine and lives in Scarsdale.
While sitting in the outer office of Newsweek we thumbed through the pages of their house organ —Chatter—and were rewarded with the following: Promotion—"DlCK KERSHAW who joined the Circulation Department in June, -1941, has been named Assistant Circulation Promotional Manager. He came to Newsweek with a nineteenyear background of advertising, publishing, and printing experience. After graduating from Dartmouth in 1923, Dick started his business career with William H. Wise & Co., leaving them in 1924 to establish his own publishing and printing business which he operated until the spring of 1941. Dick says his hobby is photography, medium well done. His extra-curricular activities include the Dartmouth Alumni Fund, and Publicity and Promotion for the Dartmouth Club of New York."
We hope the publishers of Newsweek won't sit in pur outer office and pick up the 1923 house organ for we feel at long last we can pin an utter and gross inaccuracy on this usually reliable journal. It might more truly and accurately have been stated that Dick works and lives for Dartmouth, and that his extra-curricular activities include Newsweek and his family.
Another swell cocktail party at the Dartmouth Club with the following on hand: Sam White, Joe Schiffenhaus, Clint Wells, George Plant, Dick Kershaw, Shiner Beggs, Phil Jellison, Bob Coller, Phil Wagner, Woody Gauss, Hocky Hockenson, Ruel Smith, Sol Levine, Joe Lambardi, Brooks Palmer, Ken Quencer, Dick Rubens, Sol Cohn Johnnie Moore, Irish Flanigan, Ed. Roe, Cy Gordon. Cy Ashenbach. Regrets from the following: A 1 Whaley, Ike Phillips, Don Morse, Clary Goss Doug Manson, Cark Klaren, Bob Whittinghill' Pete Howe, Phil Keigher, Pete Hurd, Jim Doyle' A 1 Reinthal, Bill Whipple, Joe Millar.
Vending machines, juke boxes, quarter machines —anything that will take a coin—fascinate us. Recently we encountered a new one, dropped in a nickel, whirled a dial—GR 5-4813, and summoned by this wierd sorcery the voice of ANTONIO CUFFARI appeared out of the thin air. It was the first chat we've had with Cuffy since senior year. Professor of languages at Stuyvesant High School-I married—graduate student at Columbia University with a Ph.D. as the lure. This seems a fair day's work so we didn't nail Cuffy down with a tenpenny promise to be at the next Class Dinner, but we sort of have a hunch that somehow he'll answer "Present."
So long, THE IRISHMAN
WAR BOND DRIVER Brooks Palmer '23, speaking for the Treas-ury Dept. to the employees of the W. T.Grant Cos.
Secretary, 8 Fenimore Rd., Worcester, Mass.
