1918
You're right, Fat (Sheldon), we should strive for news from everyone in the class. In the March issue were the names of fifty-five different 'lBers (one fourth of the class), 28 of whom were outside of the New York area. Let the news flow in, brother, it appears in order of receipt.
Pictured in the newspapers was lovely Jeanenne Dodge, brunette beauty, who won out in the Carnival Queen contest from nine aspirants in Alton, N. H. (Mr. and Mrs. Leon T. Dodge are the proud parents). . . . . Those who send in their gifts to the Alumni Fund before May are called "my love birds" by Dick Holton. Miriam and Tom Campbell (President of the Alumni Council) were in Hanover during the winter and reported seeing Doc Syvertsen, Ethel and Stumpie Barr and Harvey Hood, who later rode out with them as far as Chicago. .... The Don Snyders■ were pleased to hear that Rose and Zeke Ball had hitched up and were honeymooning in Hanover in February. Don, harassed by strikes, tosses off the customer complaints of green lumber now that John is back from the Air Corps after 2 years in Germany. John's trying to make up his mind whether or not he'll salute his brother officer in the Marine Corps now in Japan.
How many expect to attend the informalReunions in Hanover this June? The College is anxious to make arrangement for the many 'lBers who have indicated they might visit Hanover, and must know how many to accommodate (if you're going, write D. W. Cameron, at Hanover). This will be an ideal opportunity to enjoy an interesting program arranged by neighboring classes with whom we probably never ever would again reune.
This class of destiny is about to make history once again. After leading the College for several year in dollars given to the college, (thanks to the stimulating leadership of DickHolton) the bloodhounds of other classes are on our heels—let's keep them there.
After the town in Germany (where Duke Dusossoit was prisoner) was taken by the Americans, the local Burgomeister complained to the Commanding Officer about the pillage, rape and plunder by some Poles or Russians in the nearby towns. The American officer was quick to inquire again as to just who these people were and when the Burgomeister again repeated his accusation, the officer replied, "I guess you brought them into Germany, didn't you? Well, they're your guests so you can entertain them." Duke's son, Bill, is at St. George's School—6'2", 185 lbs.—a topnotch swimmer, playing Guard on the football team. Winslow was playing End at Taft. .... Dan Shea slipped off to Nassau on a plane and without fanfare (see any stocks or blondes there, Shamus?) .... Andy Ross and Syl Morey in Garden City were kneedeep in applicants applying for Dartmouth George Mcßride is now Superintendent of Schools in Dawson, New Mexico, a coal-mining town We are happy to learn that Tommy Bryant will be married on May 4 to Clara Davis, now teaching at a women's college. Tommy's first wife passed away some time ago.
Western papers showed the picture of our own Bill Wright, who was elected on January 12 to head the American National Livestock Association. While still in high school, and entirely without "either connections" or training, Bill decided the livestock business was "his meat"—he had no relatives in the business, no money, and his friends told him he was making a mistake in learning the cattle business. In 1915 he worked on a ranch in Wyoming, and in 1919 after being released from the Army Air Corps, Bill went to work on a ranch in New Mexico and "batched it" in a 'dobe hut at $30 a month. From there Bill went to Montana and in '22 turned into ranch operating. In '25 Bill took over the ranch in Deeth, Nevada. He was instrumental in organizing the Nevada State Cattle Association and was President for 7 years. Since '37 Bill has been a member of the Legislative Committee of the National Association (Thanks, Al Sibbernsen for the February Cattle Producer).
Eighteeners in Beantown Attend The Big Boston- Dartmouth Alumni Dinner. Eddie Ferguson writes of it: "That flaming Clark Gable from Peabody (Lew Couzens,) arrived after the first course was served—looking fine and thriving on N. H. pork and beans, and truculently scorned the bowling scores of New York 'lBers, Curt Tripp was up from New Bedford, looking in fine shape—Stub Stanley, the Boston lawyer of distinction, enjoyed everything, .... Ken Jones in from Melrose, and with the Boston Edison, was not bragging about the Melrose Hockey team Doc Quincy looked hale and hearty even though his car was stuck in a snow drift, but no one seemed to know where CharlieMcCarty looked mighty sprightly—now that his two boys are expected home from service—Spent most of his time keeping Cousens' knife and fork out of his food Doc Angell was there—who's about to retire from a damned good stretch as Selectman of Needham Reed Montgomery gave a brief description of his gall bladder operation, particularly of his lovely nurse—prophesied little beer at Hanover at Reunion time unless drastic changes are made in the rules Don Davis seems to be thriving on Hood's milk Al Piper down from Keene, N. H., with a rosy tan and looking as if he had just stepped off the ski jump General opinion was that many are interested in the informal Reunion in June. The fact that '19, '20, '21 are reuning in June makes it attractive Stir up the 'lBers from coast to coast to hop aboard the special train from Boston next fall to take in the big Harvard-Dartmouth football game in Hanover.
Go easy on him—he's a busy man—with all his other duties. Dick Holton again will do a bang-up job on the Alumni Fund—let's give him our support. Dick was recently elected president of the Pomonok Country Club (where 'lB holds its glorious September parties)—he's the Comptroller of a bank with over .$lOO Million in assets—Director of the Dartmouth Club, and even takes time out for talks before the American Bankers' Association—let's not wait for the deadline in June to send in our gift for the Alumni Fund.
"Bloody Hands" Trapped By Lie Detector!—Cunningham (John C.) Breaks but Fails to ConfessDicks Hint Clue. Denver, Colo.—lnspectors and hardened police lieutenants admitted disappointment today in their drive to convict the notorious "Bloody Hands" Cunningham of the murder of the corpse found in his back yard nearly a year ago.
They gave the smirking criminal the lie detector test this morning at 10:24. At each question re the corpse or Cunningham's movements on that fateful night before the body was unearthed by a local plumber, the graph shot up and went "chickorychick-tra-la-tra-la" against the top of the instrument's case. Here was guilt indeed. But unfortunately for justice, evidence of the detector is not accepted as conclusive proof of guilt in Colorado. Against their wish, against the wish of every decent citizen in the city and state, "Bloody Hands" pulled a habeas corpus and went scotfree again. There was one new twist to the brutal crime which has outraged every man, woman and child in the state. Cunningham, in a palpable attempt at fraud, tried to pin the murder on a next-door neighbor, an orthodontist named "Humphrey." "Bloody Hands" stated, with the blandness familiar to his former friends, that Humphrey had broken some patient's neck while endeavoring to straighten his teeth. While this has been known to happen, and while this paper holds no briefs for gouging orthodontists, the charge was easily disproved.
Meantime, while the city's four policemen comb the bars and "pleasure parlors" which Cunningham used to frequent for new clues, Denver's most notorious criminal is walking (ED: "staggering") the streets. Cunningham's wife, who has stood by him with doglike devotion in spite of all the evidence, shuts her eyes and ears to the rising cry for justice. "He's a good man," she snuffles, holding a handkerchief over the black eye given her by the "good man." "Sure, he drinks more'n any man I eyer see. Sure, he plays pool all day. Sure, he spends his nights at basketball games and other things I wouldn't care to mention—but I know John didn't kill that poor man or woman or child or whatever it is. I know it." Neighbors have contributed clothing, food and money to save the woman and her children from hardships. This organ urges citizens to lock their doors, chaperone their little ones to school, and to secure a permit to carry a pistol. With so malodorous a miscreant abroad, no precaution can be overlooked.
Newspapers clippings were recently received about our famed and well deserving Hubie McDonough :' 'McDonough took $500 cut so assistant could be paid"—Sports writers in New Hampshire at the Annual All-State Grid selection, vote Hubie as the "Coach of the Year" for his outstanding work. In the last quarter century Hubie has so distinguished himself in allied fields of teaching and coaching that his name has become a legend in New Hampshire sporting circles, and a symbol of all that is fine and of enduring goodness in athletics." Another clipping: "Talks on child delinquincy, school and home hold solution, says McDonough." Sound truths by Hubie, (who had a manner in College of saying little but hitting it on the button when he did say it) were, "An element in the growing problem is the ever-growing tendency of women to seek a career outside the home—it's better to mean everything to a few (their children) than something to a lot of people. These people of social neglect have never been subjected for any long period of time to unselfish interest by an adult while they are young—it's too late to redeem a juvenile delinquent in most cases after 16—schools could do a better job if they chose teachers who really understood the children instead of hiring them according to the degrees they hold from colleges and summer schools."
At the New York Bowling Party—February 14. Homer Bennett was snarled up with relatives and couldn't get away. Bill Christgau was pining for real competition with Spike Pur year—reported young Bill out of service soon. Pete Colwell was wearing one of his birthday abstractionist neckties —Dave Garratt reported Marion heading to the N. H. farm as soon as the ice- breaks up. GerryGeran passed out poison labels at the bar, and commented, "Times have certainly changed. Steve Mahoney (who had promised to show) has tickets for Hamlet!" Gerry, with a garden-gate swing, having his initial set-to at bowling, rose toward the end of the game to top scorer. Why doesn't Cap Han ley ever come out?—Rog Ho-wland had been to Philly visiting his new son-in-law.—-Not a flicker from lack Hurlburt. We'd love to see him.—Stan Jones crept out of a sickbed for a turn at the pins—DonSnyder's boy, Johnny, tried to locate Hort Kennedy in Paris, but missed him—Rhinelander Estates BobKnowles was still knocking them over. Pete Colwell reported Miriam Morrison's looking mighty trim. Benny Mugridge begged off to handle the labor troubles of the Philadelphia Rapid Transit Co.— Al Rice was a consistent 9-pin man (daughter Rosemary starring in "Dear Ruth" on Broadway doing a wonderful job—also in many programs on the air for advertising agencies),—The 3 Rosses were there from Long Island—Banker Andy, Banker Ned (a scorekeeper that can't be tripped) and steady wheelhorse and high scorer Walter. In between his rythmic bowling, Dwight Sargent was congratulated for being made Personnel Director of the big Consolidated Edison Co.—Dan Shea was smoking hot and got a mark on 17 straight tries and rang the bell as the high scorer of the evening with 235. (How does your 125 compare with that, Lou Couzens?)—Van Van Raalte got mad then got hot, starting a string of spares and strikes—was charged with the responsibility of getting Marty Strauss put.—Being Valentine's Day and Peggy Wilson's birthday, RedWilson begged off.—("You'd think" said Gerry Geran, "that Al Zulick and Eddie Garvey who ran the bowling alleys in Hanover down behind the library near the old GAR Hall would show up forsome of these bowling activities if they weren't so stuck up."
From COL. Hort Chandler, "Back in the U. S. A. again—landed February 8 and have been enjoying the superior hospitality of the Butts here in California—(the Butts Haven for wandering servicemen). Eddie, Marge and I dined with Bill and Kay Mudgett at Palo Alto Sunday." .... From EddieButts, "Enjoyed having Hort Chandler here from Tokyo, looking fit and like the real Colonel that he is. Stayed with us 5 or 6 days and we had a great time. Bill and Kay Mudgett have two lovely daughters—16 and 10. Hort was in the South Pacific nearly 4 years—some record!"
We were very sad to see in a clipping of February 19 that Walt Nelson's boy, a lieutenant, missing from an Air Transport Command flight over South Africa last December.: .... From the Chicago Herald-American January 4 (by _ Ashton Stevens): "Markey is one of the few citizens of Hollywood who may be called a man of the world, and, despite previous husbandry to Joan Bennett and Hedy LaMarr, he is a man's man. In the long clorun, men swear by Mar key even as women do at him. The magnetic Myrna will doubtless be able to tell a different story, but I have heard Gene's earlier brides vow that Nature had moulded him to be a bachelor." .... Peter Reilly from Lowell, Mass., stayed at the Inn in February, as well as Em Morse and his wife A postcard from Em Morse indicated he had cocktails with Ed Booth, StumpieBarr and their respective wives while in Hanover and "closed on a small broken-down old farm in Lyme—at least a hunk of land, lots of rocks and a swell view" (guess the 'lBers will always have a place to stay with Em Morse and Al and Becky Gottschaldt in Lyme) Don Bliss, from the Embassy in London, was about New York. . . . .
"Nicholas Thomas Groves, a husky masculine specimen who will be a 6-footer (reverting to other ancestral types than his pappy) and grand football material, was born to Tom and Olive July 5, 1945 —the first offspring. The old man is currently acting head of both the English and Social Science Departments at Barnstable High School (750 pupils), teaching the Senior college prep courses and English American history and problems of Democracy." Signed "Vegetable,"—Centerville, Mass.
Grandpappy Johnny Simmons reports that Ted, who brought home an attractive daughter-in-law who pleased the Old Man no end was fed-up on the labor troubles in New Jersey of Westinghouse, and immediately got on their New York City payroll. Jack, a Major in the Air Corps with dozens of missions over Germany, had a wonderful letter of special recognition from Secretary of War Patterson when he applied to stay in the regular Air Corps. Old Man Johnny is headed for Daytona Beach, temporarily withholding his stay until he collects a $lOO fee at a Directors Meeting before leaving. Bob Nims (Keene, N. H.) is now associated with the Western Bureau of the Union.
THE CLASS OF 1919 RATED TWO TABLES at the Dartmouth Alumni Boston Dinner, and the photographer didn't have to ask for the smiles he wanted.
Secretary, 74 Trinity Place, New York 6, N. Y.
Treasurer, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H
