1914

Perhaps, on this opening of a new college year, the following paragraph, quoted from a recent letter of Jim Heenehan, might well be taken as the keynote for the months to come:

I have a very deep feeling that there is more real kinship in '14 today than there ever was before. I am convinced after nearly thirty-six years of discussing the Dartmouth spirit, that the basic foundation of warm, sincere friendship, untrammeled by ambition or greed, that found its roots in those years we spent at Hanover, is the key of it all. The cheering, the scrambling and the athletic teams are just tinsel.

Jim has described the situation, perfectly, and let us keep in mind, starting this thirtyseventh year as Dartmouth men, that our obligation to Dartmouth is but a reduced picture of our obligation to the country and the world at large. One of the deep impressions received in recent visits to Hanover is that fostered by the College, of training men by the hundreds and thousands to go out into the various communities to lead public opinion and help it to understand the problems of the world in terms of friendship, brotherhood, and above all mutual respect.

Henry Moore, who edits the Rod and Gun column of the Boston Herald, had the following, way back last May:

Last night's supper and today's column were literally handed out on a platter by Sherman W. Sattm/arsh of Winchester .... fox Saltmarsh is one of Maine's few registered non-resident guides. .... Saltmarsh was at Packard's Camp at Sebec Lake, over the April 27th weekend, and hooked something like eighteen salmon, all on a black and yellow buck-tail with silver tinsel body and junglecock eyes .... that same fly took all but one of the twenty land-locks he hooked at Pierce Pond this week. Saltmarsh took all his fish, casting—no trolling—.... his best day was Monday, with twelve salmon, hooked between five and eightthirty P.M., of which he kept a couple of four-pounders and a five pounder which landed on our dinner table.

The above is authenticated by the Boston Herald, but the following letter from Gail Gardner leaves much to the imagination: "Took a few days off in June to go fishing—the streams were so low, the trout svere all carrying canteens, and everytime they swam upstream they raised a cloud of dust. Now you tell one."

To quote Gail further:

The 1914 Reunion handbook shows that Arizona has two members of the class, neither of whom could get back to Hanover, so we held a sort of Reunion over the telephone. Bert Wood called me up from Tucson, on the last day of Reunion, and we wished each other many happy returns of the day. Tucson is about 240 miles from Prescott, a bit far for frequent visits, but Bert and I will get together before long. It was great to talk to a classmate at the time our Reunion was going on.

Bert tells me he has bought him a 'dobe house in the desert near Tucson, and is in the midst of remodelling the place. All kinds of workmen are so scarce that Bert has to do a lot of it himself, and is rapidly becoming a jack of all trades. He says he had to buy the place to get somewhere to live, but when he gets it fixed up he knows it will be good. He adds:

As for me, I am still working at my job as post-master, with not much time for anything else. I belong to an interesting organization of honorary sheriff's deputies, known as the Sheriff's Posse: all are horsemen, and we ran a big cowboy parade for Prescott's annual Fourth of July celebration and Rodeo. We sponsor a school traffic safety program, help handle crowds on occasions, help the regular officers look for children or tenderfeet who get lost in the mountains. For fun, we have contests among ourselves, roping and tying steers—a lot of the members are or have been cowboys—it is quite an outfit. Wonder if any of the class would like to match me in a contest tying calves or steers!

And speaking once more of fishing, suppose you try to figure out who the young man in the accompanying picture is, or was. There's lots of extra poundage been added since that picture was taken, but just as a tip, we will let you know that Rufe Sisson furnished the picture some months ago.

At last we've gotten some of the story on Major "Dick" White, of East Lynn, from a recent copy of the Lawrence Tribune which was announcing his candidacy for the Republican nomination as Registrar of Probate. Briefly, Dick was discharged from the army as a lieutenant in 1919 (he enlisted as a private), and remained in the 0.R.C., being called back to active service five years ago, as a captain, and was assigned to the Medical Administrative Corps, where he was quickly given his majority. When called into active service, he was a member of the House of Representatives, where he served on the important Ways and Means Committee.

Red Louden is the new President of the Minneapolis Civic Council, after serving on its board of directors for two years. This is a fund-raising agency which provides the income for six or seven civic organizations. Red will have to raise something over $300,000 in the coming year's drive.

It is ancient news now that Horace Borden is in Italy, but by this time he may have his family with him. His wife recently wrote, "We expect to join him when our priority comes through. Mary Margaret finished her junior year at Southern Methodist University, and Larry graduated from Tyler High, the night before his dad left. We will all stay in Texas until the Army sends us on our way."

From Dr. Jim Shields, of Glenns Falls, N. Y., in part, ".... so did my bit as Medical Examiner for the local draft board other-wise it has been the same old grind. Wife and I have a little place over in Argyle Village, twelve miles from here, where we go weekends in the summer, have a garden and a day to chase rabbits and woodchucks."

From Fred Fraser:

Have affiliated with the newly formed Utica Dartmouth Club—but in absentia, for the only meeting so far—which came on the evening of our worst snowstorm of the winter. We live on a plateau some eighteen hundred feet in the air, and to descend to Utica in the midst of a snowstorm (or worse to drive home through one) can become a perilous operation. But am looking forward to another meeting of the outfit on the 8th of May, and do not expect a blizzard next week, but we had one about a year ago.

Can't close without a compliment on the management of Class affairs under the present leadership. The News Letters claim first priority in our house .... you've even got our fourteen year old boy turning to 1914 news almost as soon as the ALUMNI MAGAZINE gets into the house. From deep in the heart of Texas, Roscoe DeWitt has written how much he enjoys the Class Letters:

Wherever I happened to be during the war it finally reached me, and the news which it carried of the members of the class was always of great interest to me Wag Green and I see each other occasionally and both of us have all the fond memories of old days which you men have who can get back yearly, and recall your friendships, so think of us out here as we will be thinking of you all, with deep affection, and as we say in these parts, "Be neighborly," if you ever get down this way.

Two weddings of interest to the class occurred in June. On the 2ad, Lucille Elizabeth Edson was married to Peter Walker Smith at the Plymouth Congregational Church in Syracuse. On the 29th, Marion Gregg was married to Mr. Peter Reed Kimball in Wellesley Hills.

Bill Breslin, back at Reunion for the first time, admits he had a real eye-opener but felt a little embarrassed at not remembering everybody's first name, after thirty years. The second week after commencement he spent with Mac MacCartee at his cottage on Lake Cossayana, forty miles north of Troy: "One afternoon we drove over to Lake George and called on Walt Humphrey. Walt, during his spare time, is painting some murals of the history of Lake George, upon the walls of his livingroom." Bill's daughter Janet starts at Russell Sage College this fall.

The Dallas Morning News, edition of May 12th, devotes several columns to the first postwar visit of the Metropolitan Opera Company. Prominent on the board of directors was one W. A. Green Jr., who was also listed as chairman of the entertainment committee. There was also a picture of a very charming lady, Mrs. Green, who with her husband was entertaining a large party at the supper dance, honoring the Metropolitan Opera stars.

Mart Remsen recently had a busy afternoon, when a strange bull got loose in his pasture of milkers. Finally corralled he broke loose again, this time in the heifer pasture where he was greatly taken with the young ladies present. Finally, Mart conceived the idea of leading the harem favorite two miles down the street, with the gentleman friend following meekly in the rear. No hits, one run, no error.

Jim Healey was elected vice president at a meeting of the Lawyers' Institute of the Massachusetts Bar Association.

Everything is short this month but news, but the rest will have to wait until November.

Oh yes, that amateur fisherman, in the flatboat, is none other than our old friend, Chick Grant, late Captain of Military Police, and at present with the Veterans' Administration.

In another portion of the MAGAZINE will be found formal notice of the deaths of Holt Winn Buswell and Ralph D. Noe. In both cases, the news came shortly before Reunion and was publicized at that time. It has also been learned, but with no detail whatever, that U. S. Needs passed away some three years ago. The class had never before been notified, and the College had no record.

These men will all be missed, and to their families, the class extends its sincere sympathy in our mutual loss.

ANOTHER WHOIZZIT? Any 1914er with a keen eye and a good memory can identify this earnest young angler from a picture taken thirty-odd years ago.

Secretary, 88 Sea Street, North Weymouth, Mass. Treasurer, 26 Garden Street, Potsdam, N. Y.