1918

Nipper Knapp's son is a Marine in V-12 at Hanover. Also Rev (Walt) Wiley's son—.... Denverite, Johnny Cunningham's daughter, Betty, was elected .to Who's Who in American Colleges—at Colo. U

The following letter from Col. Hort Chandler 1/30/44 in the Pacific says: "....every place has to be entered from the sea—there just isn't any land passage unless you hew it out of the jungle and make your roads, with the exception of a couple of valleys where you still have to make your own roads. My units have been in it deep enough so that the regiment was cited in the Papuan campaign and rate 3 campaign stars on our theatre ribbon so far.".... From Tom Proctor (Maryland) "since December, I have been working in the engineering dept. of the Glenn L. Martin Co.—still get up early to feed the pigs, and the chickens and have Sunday to work on the farm.".... Judge Pups Colie threatens to come out to a class gathering some evening.

.... Hort Kennedy reports visiting Jim Duffy (York, Pa.) and well might 'lB be proud of the high regard in which Jim is held in his community—active in everything—has a son in the service Dave Mc Coy is still holding down one of the biggest jobs in the Telephone Cos. in Wash. D. C. as General Commercial Manager.

There's probably not a man in the class who doesn't feel that Dick Holton—lB's Class Agent—shoots as squarely and as straight and consistently as any class agent ever did—Dick feels that everyone who ever went to Dartmouth not only enjoys the pleasure but senses the obligation of giving annually to the Alumni Fund. On last Washington's birthday —our virile class agent attended a ski meet at Snow Valley, Mass. and competed with the best of the youngsters—he qualified on the Down Mountain Run something under 2 minutes electric timing (8/10ths of a mile) and the run is so steep that Dick must have been knocking it off at close to 25 or 30 miles an hour—plenty fast enough on skiis—Most of the men half his age were frightened as they peered down the steep slope—yes, this is Dick Holton of the '18 class.

Tom Sturgess has one son in the Navy and another about ready to get into something... . the old Duke Cliff Daniels still holds forth at Stevens Pt. Wise Fat Sheldon reports hearing from Syl Morey and running into Doc Syvertsen in Boston Tom Shirley's residence was nearly set afire—7 and 8 year old daughters were UD in the attic trying their first smoke when rumbling feet on the stairway frightened them and they stuck the cigarettes in the doll house when Papa Tom appeared on the horizon to extinguish the flames. . ... Ned Ross clipped this from the New York Daily News—"Gene Markey, better known as exhusband of Joan Bennett and Hedy LaMarr, will likewise go down in history as the 4th man in naval annals to come out of the Naval Reserve and be promoted to a Captaincy—reports have it that Gene is in Delhi (India) and may soon be appointed to Louis Mountbatten's staff DaveGarratt's office reported him ill and absent from the office during the time his apple orchard needed Spring trimming From Freddie Rau (Middletown, O.) "still with Am. Rolling Mill Co. turning out steel. Son Fred 17 will be in service in another year." .... Doc Angell has been elected Selectman of the town of Needham for the 3rd straight year.

Here's what a non-grad (but just as much one of us as if he were a grad) has to say in a recent letter to Dick Holton in which he sent $50 for the Alumni Fund.... "although I never considered myself as eligible as an alumnus having spent only my Freshman year at Dartmouth, nevertheless the memories I retain of the swell bunch of fellows and the good old class of 1918 make me scratch my glabrous dome and wonder why I never came back to continue with it—so herewith is my check to the Alumni Fund in memory of '18. I know that your excellent and assiduous work as agent will produce the desired percentage of participation." Signed Bill Bilharz, Baxter Springs, Kansas.

Capt. Paul Mather beat his letter sent from abroad a month earlier, when he flew from London to Ireland, French Morocco, Brazil, West Indies, then to Washington—Paul missed seeing one daughter, who is top executive as Personnel Analyst working through the Windward Isles up as far as Trinidad. Mary Elizabeth is head of a Department of the British Purchasing Commission in Wash. D. C.— young Dick is headed for the Naval Academy or for the Point—the other lad is a seaman in the Naval Reserve and about to go to submarine school. .... Jack Hurlbut reports he and his wife work mornings at the Coordinating Council of French Relief Societies, Inc. in N. Y "am often burning the midnight oil—l told you before I was taking a course in X-ray Technique—Today I'm boning for an electrophysics exam." (Jack and his wife are equipping themselves to return to France and help in rehabilitation.)

From a tradepaper magazine we find the following: "Familiarly known as Cort to his many friends, Cortland B. Horr on Feb. 1 joined the home office staff of Horder's Inc. in Chicago, as assistant sales manager of the commercial forms division. No stranger to the stationery industry, Cort has largely devoted time and experience to loose leaf and visible records forms and systems since resigning his Army commission at the close of World War I. Originally he was associated with the Library Bureau Co.—followed by a ten year period with S. T. Tatum Co. Cincinnati—Later he became district sales manager for the Victor Safe Co., No. Tonawanda—for the past 6!/2 he has been with McMillan Book Co. in charge of advertising, the development of forms and systems for Social Security and has served as Priority Coordinator. Personal reasons make it desirable for him to return to his old home in one of the Chicago suburbs." An informal testimonial dinner was given Cort by the University Club, Syracuse, N. Y., as appreciation for his services to them as Treasurer, Cort is a nut (his own words) on the design and installation of office systems—so 'lBers know now where to go for an expert.

In the Worcester (Mass.) newspapers is a picture of our own George A. Saltmarsh (resembling Stanley Jones in his youthful days), announcing him as candidate for Assessor. George entered banking in 1919 and has been in financial business over 20 years—he has owned and managed property in Winchester—owns property in Worcester— the announcement continued, ". . . . for candidate with practical qualifications of this important Board,—also candidate for Town Meeting Member Precinct No. 2." .... A clipping from Boston newspapers: "Attorney Edward P. Shaw (Quincy, Mass.) has been appointed a military substitute assistant District Attorney to aid District Attorney Dewing. Ed was former State Dep't Legal Adjutant of the V.F.W., was former commodore of the Wollaston Yacht Club and is a member of the draft board here" .... a handsome check for the Alumni Fund came in from Doc Reuling (Waterloo, Iowa) saying to Dick Holton "I just can't resist an appeal like yours."

At a gathering sometime back at the Dartmouth Club (N. Y.) when reviewing some of the "lugs" of 1918, Stan Jones had this to say—"While I'm on the subject of big lugs, I might as well put the arm on Duke. In college he topped on the Dean's 'Bellows Falls List' under the name of: FlorimondJosef Dussossoit. His second wife got goddamn sick and tired of trying to put that one over to grocers and butchers—especially by phone—so he had it changed to "Duke." This bird, of Belgian extraction, was a hell of a goodlooking egg—a big, hulking blond with a build like Jack Dempsey. During house parties, he used to prowl around, uttering the wolf call—and many a freshman's girl was snatched from his arms, like Little Orphan Annie—and spirited away into the night!

Duke was a fine football player, captaining the team and winning more than one game with a tough catch of a forward pass. He lived in the attic of Psi U house, along with Hort Kennedy and 17 other musclemen who somehow escaped the Deke dragnet. One of the brothers once became rash enough to ascend the ladder to the loft, in quest of dues. He was never seen or heard of again. One of his shoes was found behind the Phi Gam house, along with a well-gnawed thigh bone—but that was all. Duke went into France very early in 1917, wearing the shirts, socks, pants and sweaters of various former friends. There he became Chief of a Camion Section in the French Army—which was obviously for desperate men. He later became a flyer and put in 8 months at the front. After the war, Duke went with Time Magazine—and twisted the arms of Henry Luce until he was made Advertising Manager. In 1940 he found himself in Cairo—with the rank of lieutenant colonel and the title of Assistant Military Attache. Duke stayed there for 15 months—making frequent tests of the daiquiries in Shepheard's Hotel—and having his picture taken with men wearing fezzes. He is now in Army Intelligence—probably the only football player to make that branch."

DINOSAUR TRACKS discovered during reconnaissance on the range at Fort Sill by Col. H. Langdon Robinson '18, are perhaps the tracks of Syl Morey's pet advertising account, Sinclair Oil.

LT. W. I. ROSENFELD JR. '18

Secretary, 74 Trinity Place, New York 6, N. Y. T treasurer, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H.