1914
April, 1914—just back from vacation—long green paths across the campus—mud—duckboards—a few melting piles of snow—caps and gowns—senior canes, and the sudden realization that there are ONLY TWO MONTHS TO GO!
April, 1944—gray and baldheaded—no vacations—war work—worry, but the college is still there with its strips of green grass—mud -duck-boards—melting snow and Alumni Fund—have you done your part?—ONLY TWO MONTHS TO Go!
Here is a suggestion from Ed Leech with a Bargain attached. Quoting direct from Ed's letter:
"This is the time of year when you will be sending your remittance to the Alumni Fund. A letter from Charlie O'Connor to Red Loudon and forwarded back east conveys the unpleasant word that Okey is housebound with a persistent ailment, but he is in fine spirits and with the help of his loyal wife is making the best of these unfortunate circumstances. Our hopes for early recovery go forward to him and we should tell him so.
"Here is where the Bargain comes in. We now have three shut-ins, Paul Wilson, Doc Carlton, and Charlie. Thus, when you mail the Alumni Fund check why not write a letter addressed to these three boys? They have been good soldiers and nothing cheers like mail from friends. Tell them about your adventures these intervening years, and we feel sure that their pleasure in reading will be matched by your own personal satisfaction in writing them. Just write the letters, enclose the check, and mail to our class agent. He will arrange to have the secretary pass them along in order to Paul, and Doc, and Charlie." In case you wish to write to them directly, the addresses are: Warren E. Carlton, 140 Henry St., Brooklyn, N. Y.; C. W. F. O'Connor, 34 Rushton Drive, Edgewood 5, R. I.; Paul F. Wilson, 635 Washington St., Wellesley, Mass.
, One point more: too late we learned of A1 Maxwell's long illness, so we did not pass along a word of cheer. This is a matter of much regret and to the end of preventing such a recurrence, will you please, each of you, on hearing of the protracted illness of a classmate, send along word to the secretary so that we can tell him that he is being remembered?
Dick Pritchard returning from a business trip (Hardware Trades Convention) to California, was taken off the train at Reno, Nevada, with an acute appendix. At this writing he is reported, via Jack Connors, as doing nicely. Best of wishes for your speedy recovery, Dick, and we are all glad that in the best '14 traditions, the thing is well pickled in alcohol.
The writer had two delightful Sunday afternoon visits recently; one with Clyde Buckley, the other with Paul Wilson, where he also saw Herb Austin. Clyde has two sons in the Service, one from Dartmouth, one from Bowdoin—and a grandson, fourth Dartmouth generation, is living with him. The Dartmouth son is in Italy, the other in the South Pacific. One is commissioned in the Army the other in the Navy. Paul Wilson seemed in excellent spirits, and was deeply interested in class affairs. He proudly exhibited pictures of his son, who is with the Armed Forces in England.
I met Everett Barnard for a short chat in the South Station this week. The secret is out at last, that that grandchild is a girl. Ev is quite worried over his Hanover wife, Ernie Kimball, who is confined with the shingles and seemed to feel that there was something disgraceful about it, showing no sympathy whatever. Sorry, Ernie, and trust that by this time the roof is tight.
Major George Boggs, writes to John Piane, Am still alive—Just came back from a course at a Canadian Army Training Center, so it is something to be able to get home whole."
Bill Hands, in writing to Ed Leech, tells us that he is still with Phoenix Pabsett Co. His son John '4l is Lt. (jg) USNR with the Lighter-than-Air Division of the Navy. The boy was ordered to complete his work at the Thayer School and then sent to M.I.T. to study aeronautics.
Fred Frasier has moved to Richfield Springs, N. Y„ where he writes that he has a doublebarrelled proposition, driving nine miles between there and East Springfield on U. S.-20. His daughter graduated from Hartwick College last May and is employed at'Filene's in Boston. Fred writes, "Son is in seventh grade and in the process of growing with great rapidity. Pop is much the same—a bit heavier and balder than in 'l4, but still has the spirit of eternal youth—if there's not too much heavy work to do."
Word has just been received of the death of Mrs. Jenkins, wife of Dr. Ralph C. Jenkins, president of Danbury Teachers' College. We have no information as to the date or duration of the illness, but we can assure you, "Jenks," that you have the greatest sympathy of the class in your loss.
The following clipping, sent in by Sig Larmon, is of real interest. "Dean Thorndike Saville, of the N. Y. University, College of Engineering, received the degree of Doctor of Engineering from Clarkson College of Technology at the forty-fifth commencement exercises held in Potsdam, N. Y., on February 13." Congratulations, Doctor. Sig adds that his son is in Camp Croft, S. C., and that his daughter is overseas as a staff assistant with the American Red Cross.
Lt. Col. Carrol' A. Edson reports himself, through the Alumni Office, as now living at 27 Ashland St., Arlington, Mass., and Charlie McLaughlin gives his new address as 1008 Elm St., Manchester, N. H.
With this thirty-year election getting hotter and hotter, it seems only right that the class should be informed that the vice-president's race is apparently steeped in wormwood and gall. Much as I regret it, I am forced to publish the following letter, from one John R. Burleigh of Boston, Mass. "Dear Ducky: Under date of February 25, which, incidentally, is my birthday, I received a letter from 231 Belmont Ave., Springfield, Mass., signed by a louse named Leech, in which I was appointed his campaign manager in the coming contest for the dubious honor of being vice president of the class of 1914. He also informs me that I am sure of one vote—his. Then he naively inquires how much I am paying for votes, as if that made any difference, for in elections of this sort the guy who votes is not at all important, whereas the man who counts the vote is.
"With the civilian population of Hanover at its lowest ebb in years and supplies hard to get, our clothing tycoon, Piane, has apparently found, under the subterfuge of so-called class election, an opportunity to fatten his purse, unbeknown to -the treasury department.
"You, too, are in the contest, so I pass this information on to you for whatever it may be worth. John.
"P.S. According to Webster, a leech is a blood sucker."
The candidates for class secretary, after several conferences, hereby serve notice that they are paying nothing for votes but will receive anything offered. Red and I will take ours direct but send Wheelock's to his church fund.
Remember,—three letters, Alumni Fund, and ONLY TWO MONTHS TO GO!!
Late News Flash: Results of class elections, submitted by John M. Piane, Chairman of the Executive Committee, in accordance to instructions from Dick Pritchard:—
President, Martin J. Remsen; Vice President, C. E. Leech; Secretary, Wallace R. Drake; Class Agent, J. F. Connors; Treasurer, Rufus L. Sisson.
Executive Committee, Charles Kingsley, Chairman; Donald C. Burnham; Hazen Hinman; Robert C. Hopkins, and Ernest L. Kimball. Memorial Fund Committee, Joseph H. Batchelder; J. F. Connors; John T. Hazen; C. Kenneth Fuller, and James P. Margeson.
Secretary, 231 Belmont Ave., Springfield, Mass. Acting Secretary, 88 Sea St., North Weymouth, Mass. Treasurer, The Stanley Works Amer. Tube & Stamping Plant Bridgeport 7, Conn.
