1916
30TH REUNION
Looking back on our 30th Reunion, it was a great success, for those of the class who were there, tempered by the realization that three days in five years is a short time to rebuild old friendships, talk over old times and new times, sing a few songs and drink a few healths. Present were the boys who love Reunions and who therefore get the most out of them—like The McAuliffe, Bill Mott, Tog Upham, Honey Abraham, and Sam Cutler, for example, the boys who work quietly behind the scenes and do the work that results in a program that goes off without a hitch, such as the Cliff Beans, the Gran Fullers, the Dan Dinsmoors, the Ted Walkers and the Frank Bobsts, to mention only a few. We missed you who didn't get there, Fletch Andrews, Charlie Jones, Johnnie Pell, Bert Phinney, Leigh Rogers, Jack Geran and too many others, and we appreciated the messages from Fletch Andrews, Freddie Bailey, Louie Bell and Bob Sherer, who would be surprised to know how many of his classmates remember him and want to see him again. Also, we missed those who made other Reunions memorable, but who won't be back again, such as Bob Burlen and the genial Ed Kiley, and your Secretary's old friend and adopted classmate, Van Wyck Mott.
Reunion began Friday, July 12, with a cocktail party in the tent in front of Wheeler, Jack English's boy playing the piano, and Estelle Jardine's sister Arlene (as beautiful as Estelle) singing for us. Then the reception by President Dickey in his garden, where we met many friends of adjacent classes, whom we had almost forgotten under the old system of reunions. Back at ivy-draped Wheeler Hall, the singing and reminiscing went on till near daybreak.
Saturday, July 13, the class picture was taken at McNutt Hall (the old Tuck School') and then we repaired to Dartmouth Hall, where the General Alumni Association held its meeting, presided over by the efficient and poised Ed Riley. Various officials of the College addressed us on admission problems; Tom Braden '4O, Co-author of Sub Rosa talked on the justification of the liberal college in the mind of Dartmouth men who fought the war. Finally, President Dickey, already familiar to a large number of us, gave a bullseye talk, the main point of which is that Dartmouth will never need the aid of Government or outside aid so long as it has its present support by understajiding men. The new alumni officers are announced elsewhere in this issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
Several parties drove to Lake Morey Saturday afternoon for swimming and lunch. The old lake looks just as it did at the first meeting of the Balmacaan A.C., only in July it is bluer, warmer and more entrancing in the midst of its lush green hills. The food at the Inn is great, OPA or no OPA. Saturday night the ladies and the 'l6 offspring saw Love Rides the Rails in Webster while the boys gathered at the Outing Club for the class dinner. And what a dinner that was, my countrymen, engineered by the Class's cloakand-dagger man, Cliff Bean, who knows everybody's secrets and who can find succulent steaks in a time of famine, and Rod Soule, who finagled the ice to cool our beer, and the universal John Stearns, who had an efficient hand in everything.
The dinner was a grand success, the one and only speaker being our own Stew Paul, Major General in Patton's Army and the General's friend and trusted right hand, and high in the estimation of Ike the Eisenhower. Stew, wearing six rows of campaign ribbons, and with an outstanding record as the fighting leader of the great Yankee Division, but withal as modest and unassuming a gentleman as you will find among Dartmouth's 14,000 alumni, told of the Battle of the Bulge, and the colorful story of the fighting from the beaches to Czechoslovakia, of Russian vodka, and of the GI and his fighting ability. Stew made a great hit, and those of us who have followed his career and who have had some contact with him in Washington knew it would be just that way.
The laughs of the evening were produced by the tall story contest the prize for which was carried off (in a loving cup) by Ruby McFalls who brought down the roof with the tale of the twelve blackbirds, one with a precarious footing. Pressing him hard for honors were Cap Carey, and Heinie George, who tells his stories so convincingly he gets to believe them himself. Jess Fenno, Reg Goff and others also ran, but good, and Jack Curtin sang an English song, with gestures. Dick Coburn (back after long absence) told of his year in the land of the Soviets. Amidst all this confusion and merriment the waitresses rassled us a fine dinner.
Sunday, July 14, we had the '16 Memorial Service for our classmates who have gone to that bourne from which no traveler returns. This service always leaves us with a deeper appreciation of what our four years at Hanover has meant over a period of 30 years afterwards.
The usual Lake Morey picnic had to be held at the Canoe Club this time, because of the lateness of the season. After a bountiful barbecue lunch, which included even cold beer and colder ice cream, our retiring class president, Frank Tucker Bobst, was presented with a table radio, a sincere tribute to a good president and one of the grandest fellows ever to come out of- Hanover. Then the annual class meeting, held in the mellow shade of the birches and the hemlocks, on the steep bank of the Connecticut, the sun-flecked branches swaying drowsily between us and the river below, where the southerly breeze made the current appear to flow towards Fairlee, and pervading our thoughts and senses the perfume of the pines.
The officers for the next five years: Alec Jardine, President; Stirling Wilson, Secretary; Dan Dinsmoor, Treasurer; Executive Committee (increased by class vote from 2 to 5)—Sam Cutler, Boston, Mass.; H. Burton Lowe, New York City; John B. Stearns, Hanover, N. H.; Ken Henderson, Chicago; Ev Parker, Denver, Colorado.
The important job of Class Agent was given to McKenzie, and right off the bat we ask you to make his work, so vital to the College, effective by replying to his requests promptly.
Reports made and accepted were Frank Bobst's, on the five years past; Jardine's Treasurer's report, showing the class financially solvent; Dan Dinsmoor's, as Reunion committee chairman, in which he gave full credit to Ted Walker, Rod Soule and others for help rendered. We leave until last the fine report of efficient Parker Hayden, the retiring Class Agent, who announced that the Alumni Fund, with a quota of $350,000, including the Hopkins Memorial Fund, had gone over $400,000, and that 1916, with a quota of $9,330, had gone over $1O,OOO. Cliff Bean, chairman of our Class Memorial Fund, started at the 25th reunion with something over $4,000, announced that it is now $8,OOO, and made an eloquent plea and explanation of this Fund.
The class voted its approval of the system of Reunion of adjacent classes, with reasonable reservations, and adjourned.
Because of lack o£ space here the Secretary will send out a newsletter on the reunion, with more details, in the near future, featuring such items as the return of the long-lost Herbert Kimball, patent attorney with the American Optical Co. in Southbridge, Mass., with a charming wife and four children and the long-lost Hap Ward. We were very glad to see them and hope to see them again and get the secret of their much commented-upon youthful looks.
A final word: the Reunion would not have been the event it was without the girls. Peg Bean, God bless her, has carried the joys and worries of 1916 on her shoulders for years, and we can't imagine a Reunion without Peg. Kay English is as good a Dartmouth man as lives, and Lou Cutler is as Dartmouth as the Old Pine, only very much alive. May Tucker, Estelle Jardine and all the other girls gave our reunion a background we wouldn't be without. The new secretary admits his wife enjoys Reunions and loves Dartmouth, but she can't use a typewriter—worse luck. All the boys who were worried about Bachelor McAuliffe can now relax. Helen McAuliffe is tops and a welcome addition to the Dartmouth family.
You'll be hearing from the Class again soon. The following list of those present at the reunion is as complete as we can make it at this time; and pardon the omission of space-consuming "Mr." and "Mrs.":
Carey and wife; Parkhurst and wife; Kimball, wife and four children,; Monahan and wife; Gran Fuller, wife and two sons; Bub Brundage and wife; Coffin and wife; Dinsmoor and wife; Huse and wife; Devoe and son; Williams, wife and two daughters; McKenzie, wife and twins (mixed); Larmon and wife; Cutler and Lou; Riley; Olin Smith and wife; Pratt, wife and daughter; Baker; Pettengill and wife; Cleaves; Tapley, wife and two daughters; Bon Harvey and wife; Steve Harvey, wife and son; Jardine, wife and sister; Bobst and wife; Gough; Freddie Smith and wife; Gifford, wife and son; Spelke, wife and two friends; Max Bernkopf and wife; George and wife; Coburn and wife; Bean and Peg; Bill Brown; English, Kay and son; McAuliffe and wife; Shanahan, wife and child; Eigner, wife and son; Stearns and wife; Charlie Brundage, wife and daughter; Wilson, wife and three children; Conley and wife; Little; Craver and wife; Ken Tucker and wife; Walker and wife; Hayward and wife; Curtin; Herold and wife; Stillman and wife; Abraham and wife; Lord and friend; Ellis and wife; Payne and wife; Chan Green; Lowe and wife; Holmes and wife; Paul and wife; McClary; Fenno, wife and two sons; Streeter and wife- Soule- Lewis; Gile and family; Mott; Hayden; upham; Ward; McFalls. (The Secretary apologizes for omissions and errors.)
Secretary, 2721 Blain Drive, Chevy Chase 15, Md
Treasurer, 11 Copeland Ave., Reading, Mass.
