1918
Yuletide greetings were extended to the class by Marcia and Fred Cassebeer (when asked why he didn't come out for bowling, he replied, "Give a fella a chance, will ya?); Eddie and Marjorie Butts from the Coast, Gladys (right spelling, Gladys?) and Doc Curt Tripp and AlZulich .... says the big realtor and ex-Mayor of DelRay Beach, JoKnny Thayer "was up north for son's wedding in Nov.—had lunch with Stan Jones. Real estate business is good. Scared up an apartment for Ev Young." Johnny's your man if you want to bask in the Florida sunshine.—and Benny Mugridge, the plutocrat, just got back. Stumpie (D. L. Barr, Hanover, N. H.) says you'd be amazed how few have not sent in their $3.50 class dues. How about you?
In a bleak dormitory room at Topliff Hall, at our 20th, Stan Jones graciously passed a flask to JohnnieCunningham. The following must have been written by someone who saw that episode: "The club bore was boasting of his ability to distinguish between different beverages—finally one of his listeners took a flask from his pocket and asked him to taste it and tell him what it was. The man tasted a mouthful and promptly spit it out. 'Great Scot!' he cried 'that's gasoline.' 'I know' came the blank reply, 'but what brand ?' " And from Stanley Jones' pen sometime back, "All we can remember now about Bob Williams is that he went through college sitting on the front porch of the S.A.E. house grinning. In spring he wore a green sweater and filthy sneakers-—in winter he wore a green sweater and flopping galoshes. He is now a doctor out in West Hernia, lowa, (or some such place). We haven't a doubt but that he is doing well—for he had that optimistic 'You're doing okay—Buddy' look. In college he was always accompanied by a rather seedy yet sinister person, one Emmett Salisbury.
"This Salisbury is a man of dark and deepest eyes —the kind that go with a leer. Some might call him handsome, in a bestial sort of way—though this seems to be stretching things a bit. In college his amusement seemed to center around the back door of the Hanover Inn—as is common with so many Theta Delts. As is perhaps fitting to so singleminded a man, Em Salisbury has devoted his entire business life to mattresses. We let Em tell it himself: 'On a mattress I was born* On several I have slept. .... I am now sales manager for a mattress factory and on one I expect to die. My postgraduate life had been spent on the production of best mattresses available, for love or money.' When asked the question what his hobbies were, he replied, 'Names are my hobbies. For instance, I looked up the name Emmett in the Ethyl (Gasoline book of names. I note with pride that Emmett was an ANT —probably signifying industry. But I searched still further. And you won't believe it, but the best dictionary states that Emmett is no ordinary antbut an ant characterized by its odor—in other words a pizzant.' To which we reply—Here, indeed, is one case at least in real life where the name fits the man!"
A card came in from Hort Chandler branding '18s lack of support of the Princeton-Dartmouth game. He said " .... I was there and saw only Paul Erwin and George Stoddard." (Adv—-Stoddard's DeLaval Speedway Milker is the best thing yet for healthy udders). I can assure you, Hort, I saw Dan Shea, Stan Jones, Bill Wales, Pete Colivell and Ann and Johnny Johnston From FatRowell "Saw Jake Bingham and his better half the other day—they both look in the pink. Just now am having a flyer at being Ist Asst. Attorney General of Mass." .... Bennie Mugridge's son, Bobby, is at Cornell, taking a tough 4-year-course on Industrial and Labor Relations. Battered down with 300- page volumes which gave him a bit of indigestion at first, he's now consuming them in his stride. Bennie just unraveled some snarled labor relations of the Associated Dry Goods up in Buffalo and moves in a sphere of nationally known firms who lean heavily on Bennie's advice in solving their labor relations problems. A consuming reader now, Bennie had a long article in the November Annals and makes frequent talks before the American Mgmt. Assoc The handsome Belgium Tulip King, and sleuth of the OSS in the last war, F. DuSossoit Duke, has a swanky layout at 270 Park Av. in the holier-than-thou Marguery. In the office space shortage, Day, Duke and Tarleton Advertising Agency took over a spacious and gracious apartment, where mahogany tables in Directors rooms outdo those of even U. S. Steel. The Duke had a picture of himself taken while a prisoner in Germany, looking like a skinny, gaunt Scotchman and was down to 150 lbs., and ready at that time to eat oats in any saddle path—but now is back to his normal 185 lbs. and looking mighty fit. His son has moved close to Hanover and is now in Clark School at Hanover.
Class dinner, N. Y. Dartmouth Club, 3rdWed. of month, Feb. 19th. Bowling if you like.Out of towners are popping in. National committees are being appointed to get-'em-all-outfor the big 30th Reunion in '48—T'is only 16months away, fella. The 30th; Keeristmas,think'o that!!
Bill Christgau said he got a letter from young Bill at Hanover, saying he had a millionaire friend who was driving down in a car and was stopping at Smith, Wellesley, and a half dozen other places, but protested to his Dad that he hadn't written much because he was awfully busy. If there was ever any one on earth busier than the one-armed paper hanger, it was our own Bill, who after slinging hash at some eating club, spent hours romping around the dorms picking up clothes to be pressed, then spent an hour or two over the books and off again to some other job. What a man! And then Bill says about young Bill, "And he says he's busy —so busy—so terribly busy!" .... A Wah Hoo Wah to all 'lßers who regularly sent in class news to make this column possible. Thanks a million. ....Judge Harry Collins had his toughest case when the Jury found Caraway guilty and sent him to the chair. .... A nice cheerio from Don Snyder. .... Postcard from Don Bliss postmarked 12/16/46, Hanover, N. H., reads, "In '47 it looks as though I shall still be commuting Trans-Atlantic and cross channel which is okay for that foot-loose feeling but notokay for normal life. The program puts me in Washington on January 13th—in Geneva on April Bth and only the United Nations can say when I will be back in London, but I hope in time for one of those so-called summers in England. This is not a plot to outrun the class secretary for the Alumni Fund and I shall answer the first appeal to reach me (American Embassy, London)/".„. . From Babe Tower, partner in custom house brokers, Niagara Falls—"Son Peter back from England and air force and now working with our firm. Daughter's husband out of army and she's now living with him in Shreveport, La.with their child, where he is an instructor in a private school. Hope the day comes when I can see some of the old haunts and friends again." ....
Start sorting the old shekels to place on the big '47 winners, Dick Holton and Dave Garratt. Remember Dick is "the works" for the whole goshdarn college on the Alumni Fund this year. A veteran doughfoot from the front line, Dick rated the command in putting '18 over the top and above all classes in the doughraymee to Dartmouth College Dave Garratt (195 Broadway, N. Y.) now moves in as 'l8s commanding officer—a tough spot. Let's make our gifts to Dave as big as any when Dick was in the saddle. Respond, please, plenty fast to Dave—for he's burdened with 3 terrific jobs; (1) Western Electric (2) '18's Alumni Fund and, (3) '18s Memorial Fund. Whattaman!
Tommy O'Connell and Chauncey Hood give '18ers a treat at N. Y. class dinner last Dec. 18th Red Hurlbut was there, the linguist from the Malay States, who wouldn't go back again to his 7 servants in Java for anything—where his boy contracted tropical ailments but now has grown' to a lusty guy and is captain of the tennis team at Taft. Red told of the days after the first war going back to Hanover and to Tuck School with DocAngell and some of the others, and for about a couple of years, Red would go down to the June about 3 every afternoon, camp in the little hut at the railroad crossing, lifting the gates for traffic and trying to do his studying in between times. Then went back to Hanover 7 days a week on the 1:30 a.m. train. Ah, that's tough stock! Someone referred to having seen good old Doc Ray Barrett recently and said he looked swell. Many referred to our talented, dramatic star Charlie Benesck who we enjoyed seeing at the Pomonok party last September.
We heard what a wonderful job Bill Brewster is doing at the new Cardigan Mountain School. Bill Christgau told of the days he was in high school with Eddie Butts and Al Gottschaldt at DeWitt Clinton H. S., N. Y.—the days when Stuyvesant High"'was only 7 blocks up the road, each with about 4000 of the toughest New York City boys— who ganged up in stone-throwing battles against one another. Charlie Comiskey '15 and Ike Telfer '16 were there in the school and it was there the great influence of Wally Ross, famed brother of Ned Ross '18, first took its effect. All of them got interested in the Y and doing service work for under-privileged boys in the lower east side, and it was Wally who influenced most of them to go to Dartmouth.
Bill Christgau remembers in those days he could have gone to Colgate or Yale for little or nothing but the power of Wally pulled him and the others to Hanover. One listens to Chris and you almost envy his million contacts in all the different classes as he picked up clothing for pressing in the days at Hanover. As a result of these calls in every room on the campus, Bill knew that George Hull had in his room a bottle of Canadian Club—and made the mistake of telling Fat Spears. Headed for Hitchcock with Chris behind, the great Fat beat on George's door, and with his massive chest bulging with an imposing D, confronted George for infraction of college rules. "I smell liquor in this room and you know you're not supposed to have liquor on the college grounds," boomed Fat, "Gimme that liquor." The order was obeyed immediately, and once out of the door Fat gargled it like mouthwash, passing the last few drops for Bill to consume.
A great contribution to the Irish contingent that night of the class dinner was none other than Francis John Clahane. In the conversation, PennCarolyn's name came up, who lived in Puritan Hall with Bill Christgau—and Pat Case's name was referred to as an usher at Buck Stewart's wedding. Sure, both Chauncey Hood and Bill Christgau remembered Swede Cleveland, now basking in the sunshine at St. Petersburg, Fla Delightful Paul Miner told of going to some big L. I. Society meeting—no, it was Syl Morey, and they said Harry Collins knows everybody and everybody knows him. Harold D'Anconeus name came into the conversation, and Paul Miner asked if anybody had seen George Dockstader's lovely office. Hal Eastman didn't show for he just had a double hernia job, but he looks fine withal—And where's BobFish now? many asked. Then into the picture came '18s much burdened fund-raiser Dave Garratt..... Gerry Geran was missed—Eddie Garvey's name was mentioned, and Hanley swore he'd show up. We'll get him yet, said Tommy O'Connell and Bennie Mugridge, who had rudely awakened the writer also at 2 a.m. of a cold December morn. Said Johnny Johnston, "I'll be seeing GooseyHazen soon, for I'm going up to the Fathers and Sons Dinner at Kimball Union, where Ted's boy and mine are roommates.
The class had a wonderful chance to give a Wah Hoo Wah to the star Class Agent of the College, Dick Holton who had a date with Edith or was off teaching at the Bankers Assoc. "And you know," said Roger Howland, as we were passing the trays along and getting our grub, "I don't know how well you know Ruth (his wife) but she is a real person—the most wonderful person you could ever know." It was nice to hear a man talk that way about his wife. Sure, George Hull was in France and he's back again—and his boy, in school here, sailed recently on the lie de France. Good old Carl Hutchinson's name was mentioned, bless the big hearted guy—and when Johnny Johnston mentioned his tussle with the Labor Union Local 65, Bennie Mugridge even refused to wrassle with them. Missed again was Stanley Jones, and where's Hort Kennedy? several asked; then Otto Cuban's name came into the picture—and Syl Morey told about seeing Eddie Mader recently—and curses were heaped on Steve Mahoney's head for not showing up—and many commented on the wonderful job Capt. Paul Mather did during the war.
Chaunce Hood told us that Charlie McCarthy had a couple of swell boys at Dartmouth—-and when Wart McElwain said the Chase Bank had introduced soft music during business hours*. Bennie Mugridge became belligerent—"Music to soothe the nervesnonsense," said Bennie. Oh, Bennie wants to stir up strife, chimed in others Paul Miner mentioned Hugh Whipple had been down recently —although Ned Ross reported he couldn't get through the iron ring to Syl Morey, nevertheless Syl showed at the dinner and was wondering if son Clayton would be drafted. Mary and TommyO'Connell can rightly be proud of their family; one boy is President of the freshman class at Hanover. Another one, too big for his britches, said Tommy, while in High School, is at Exeter and head of the Student Council, and another one is leading the Left Wing in the Senior Class at high school, and with a colored boy leading the conservative group and the most popular man in the school. One daughter is a brilliant student at Boston U. Tommy took considerable credit for Dan Shea's golf prowess, and said "Hell, I made him promise to do what I said, when he took up the game"—Tommy commented that when his kids were very young, he and Mary got them interested in dramatics and public speaking and hereby the children gained great poise. Russ Ohnemus' name was mentioned—where is that guy? they asked. And Pete Col well said how nice it was to talk withLew Pounds who was sorry he couldn't come to the dinner. Spike Pur year, looking very Anthony Edenish and cursing the absence of Mahoney, was snarled up in Labor relations and Bennie offered to solve them. Tommy O'Connell asked where Peter Riley is now—Tommy hopes to locate in the real estate business around New York.
Al Rice had the pleasure of haying dinner not long ago with Eddie. Felt, champion pinochle player at the University Club in Buffalo. Al made a trip to Detroit recently and tried to get hold of Fat Hardy. Many were sorry we can't ever get out the busy executive Spud Richmond; "They're doubling the plant and Spud is mighty busy now," someone said. George Siemson's name was brought up as well as Dave Skinner and too bad we don't see more of both of them. Then we were told that Jack Slabaugh made certain that he married delightful Thelma at the time of the Harvard-Dartmouth game—and every year they have a honeymoon as they go to see this game. Jack is a member of one of the most outstanding law firms in the countrydrives a green car, with license plates D-18. "Yes," said Tommy O'Connell, "Marty Straus was a mighty smart guy in college; we were together in French class and stood mighty well. Then together Marty and I went out and played golf and unfortunately just the day before the exam, I hooked a ball in an unheard of direction and 10 and behold, it traced a rocket path straight into a huge half-moon as it was bending over, and as the sting of the rocket bit in, and the individual straightened up, who should it be but the French prof—and both Marty and Tom failed in the course; but later took the exams and were reinstated." Tommy reported he was in to see Vice Pres Van Vanraaltey who swings a big job with Thompson-Starrett Co. and hopes to get under way with some enormous buildings soon.
Red Wilson, one of the greatest sales managers in Wall St., was nearly on the short end of a dicker with labor relations leader Bennie Mugridge for 3 Garden tickets for the Dartmouth basketball game. Ever so many were asking about Swede Youngstrom and added, "If you didn't know the Swede's lovely sister, you sure missed something." Paul Miner, AlRJce, Rog Howland, Red Hulbert, Bill Christgau,Pete Coltvell, Ned Ross, Curt Glover and others are the greatest getter-outers for class dinners you ever saw. Said Paul Miner, "It's always delightful to ring good old Cap Hanley and talk with Edith; Cap has been promising for 20 yrs. now to come out to these shindigs"—okay, Cap, stay away you poop, but we miss you, my boy. ... . Dusty Rhodes' pet hate, psychology professor in Hanover in our days, was finally elected Governor of the State of Connecticut Everybody talked about the 30th Reunion and wished the best of good luck to DickWhite who is recovering rapidly From good old Cliff Meredith (12 Depot St., Saranac Lake, N. Y.—drop him a line, fellas), as of 12/27/46 "Not much new on this end, except that t'was 20 below last night—kinda a tang of fall in the air. They're still pumping air into the old bag but much less frequently because it was giving me too much collapse and mostly in the wrong places. What a racket! However, I feel pretty fair and manage to get out a little most every day when the weather is decent, though I don't run any foot races nor chase closing subway doors. Cards from Harvey Hood and George Davis seems to indicate the Hood Milk Co. is still keeping its head above water and that the educational future of New Rochelle brats continues assured." ....
From Edith Wiley, 12/30/46, "You probably do not know that Walter has returned to Turkey after 11 years in America. This time he goes to be Pastor of the British-American Church in the Pera section of Istanbul and I plan to join him next summer. Burton Lowe 'lB was with him much of the last two days and gave him a great send-off. He couldn't resist the call to return." .... Virile Dick Holton and the family were up skiing at Hanover through the holiday season. . ... Ed Healy out in South Bend, Indiana, has a 270-acre farm out in the country, is President of Hallas College. His principal business is selling crushed stone to road builders has 35 or 40 cows and sells the milk- is a great hunter and fisherman, knows everybody in Indianapolis. His company has a swell hunting lodge not so far away where they do a lot of quail hunting-Ed adopted a boy now age 8 who may some day be a fullback at Hanover. Has 4 or 5 nice riding horses, wife rides; they raise turkeys, pheasants and ducks what a man!
A SPOT OF NIGHT LIFE AND RELAXATION for hard-working labor relations man Benny Mugridge '18 and his wife, Betty. They are partaking of mineral water and tonic at one of New York City's famous night clubs, Billy Rose's Diamond Horseshoe,
Secretary, 74 Trinity Place, New York 6, N. Y
Treasurer, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H.
ANNUAL BOSTON DINNER, FEB. 20 COPLEY PLAZA HOTEL, 6:15 P. M.
