1923
Miniature torrents race along the gutters, maple buds are a yellow-green carpet on the drenched sidewalks, the wet grass is white with cherry blossoms and magnolia petals, and the weather makes this an appropriate day for the launching of almost anything, including these notes.
While Prexy's talk at the recent Alumni dinner at the Club in New York dealt with the educational concepts of Dartmouth today and in the future, for us the sound of his voice always raises the curtain on some altogether pleasant recollections and sharpens the Hanover nostalgia that always seems keenest in the spring and fall. In spite of the undiminished vigor of his address, his intonations on that evening as always carried us back to the breathless race against the last chapel-bell, the surreptitious rustle of The Dartmouth's pages behind the high backs of the pews, and the occasional overtones of canine conflict in the aisles.
Among the hundreds who shook the rafters with "Men of Dartmouth" and a Wah-Hoo-Wah for Prexy, were these '23's: Tom Norton, Bill Corrigan, Phil Keigher, Monk Keith, Sid Flanigan, Sol Cohn, Bob Siemon, Joe Zone, Hocky Hockenson, Sid Silberman, Sam White, Ted Taylor, Johnny Moore, Ted Barstow, Frank Sawyer, Mox Hubert, Paul Soley, Brooks Palmer, Joe Schiffenhaus, Joe Lombardi, Cy Aschenbach and myself. Mox and Johnny Moore were two members of a more or les impromptu quartet who barbershopped their triumphant way through several oldtimers, a trick arrangement of Mox's own devising, and a lot of enthusiastic encores.
The University Glee Club, some time ago having carelessly founded themselves on this same night, held their 50th Anniversary Concert simultaneously with our Annual Dinner, thus keeping out of the Dartmouth fold their president, Woody Gauss, and probably Ken Quencer, and some of the other boys.
Bill Corrigan was getting his tonsils in shape for their first public appearance, which later occurred successfully at a nearby hospital where Bill rued their loss for two speechless and mush-mealed weeks.
Sol Cohn showed us snaps of a couple of swell looking kids; son Matt, who's a junior in engineering at N. Y. U., and daughter Marjorie who graduates this month from Music and Arts High School, and who plays the leading part in her class play to be given at Hunter College. If you happen to be in New York on a Thirsty (which does not necessarily follow a Wednesday) you'll find Sol proprietring at his liquor shop at 3371 Broadway.
Dr. Ralph Noble, Vermont Commissioner of Education, has directed the preparation of a 64-page "Post-War Plan for Vermont's Public Schools and State Educational Institutions."
Sherm Baldwin (whom you can always thank for his continuing contributions to these notes) writes that Ralph Duffy's most recent political campaign was successful, and Duff was elected to the Republican State Committee of Massachusetts from the Second Worcester Senatorial District.
T/Sgt. Win Weser, who went from Fort Eustis, Va., to Camp Edwards, Mass., to Fort Brady, Mich., to Camp Edwards, Mass., is back again in Virginia, at Camp Pickett. He's beginning to feel that this is where he came in. And another three-striper, T/Sgt. Bob Maxwell, is now reported somewhere in England, and somewhat disappointed at having met no other Dartmouth men.
Captain A 1 Emerson V-mails, "I ran into Stan Ungar last week in London. Nate Barker and a chap named Burke are here with me. Both were class of '24. We are attached to the British and like it so far very much. Unfortunately have run into very few Dartmouth men."
By this time you've heard from one or another of the men across the country who volunteer every year to help carry the ball for the Alumni Fund. If you haven't yet sent your contribution, Class Agent Johnny Moore says sending it right now will lighten the load for them. And please, fellers, send it big. It's important in that our class quota depends on your generosity. It's even more important in that Dartmouth's future depends on your loyalty.
Secretary, 84 Hillside Ave., New Rochelle, N. Y. Treasurer, 32 Ridgeland Terrace, Rye, N. Y.
