1933
At long last, to coin a phrase, Sprigg has cub to Hanover. A couple of days ago, after a spirited campaign by The Dartmouth, built around the slogan "Oh duckboards, where is thy spring.", the duckboards were laid down, and an informal poll of student and facult) opinion found a slight majority in favor of the boards' jet-propulsion technique of squirting mud up your pantleg over the pre-duckboard ooze-over-the-shoetop method.
Be that as it may, Spring has also brought a welcome thaw in your secy's relations with his public and the flow o£ mail into youi Hanover clearing-house in recent weeks completely belies the "Operation Frigid" sign we hung over this department's door last month. We've had letters from both the staff and distaff elements in the '33 constituency, the Records Office has flooded us with news items, and our cup ran over when Hank McKee loaned us his copy of an excellent newsletter Arnie Salisbury worked up on the '33 Delta Upsilon delegation.
Dipping into this near-record mailbag at random, we come up first with a report on the 33 delegation at the meeting of the Boston alumni last month. Taking to heart our tearful pleas for news in recent months an informal committee of three, composed of NormErlandson, Max Field, and Wes Beattie, canvassed the gathering and came up with the following list of those present. Wes, in his letter, says they may have missed a few, but they spotted Jim Chesnulevich, George Dams,Ward Dormer, AI Jaquith, Bob Fox, JimWoods, Mac McCoy, Arnie Salisbury, DickJackson, Karl Scheibe, and Bob Saywell.
Arch Delmarsh recently joined the staff of Utica College at Syracuse University as Assistant Professor of English. Arch has had an interesting and varied career. In addition to his graduate work in English at Harvard and Cornell, where he received his Ph.D. in 1939, and his teaching, at the University of Wyoming in 1939-1940 and at Cornell from 1940 to 1945, he is the author of a book, HoraceGreeley and Humanitarian Reform, has been active in various sports, including skiing, flying, golf and tennis, and has been proprietor and manager during the summers of the Rocky Point Inn at Inlet, N. Y.
Word has come to us from Thunderbird Field, Phoenix, Arizona, that Bob Glendinning is currently enrolled in a nine-months intensive course of training at The American Institute for Foreign Trade, studying the commerce, culture, customs and languages of the Latin American nations. The Institute took over the field after the war and is designed to prepare men, and women, for careers in foreign trade.
We have learned, somewhat belatedly, that Heagan Bayles was one of the principals in an advertising success story widely publicized by Time Magazine some time ago under the heading "Pup Bites Dog." It is the story of the formation of a new advertising firm, Sullivan, Staufer, Colwell and Bayles, Inc., by a group of men who had had long experience with old, established agencies, who soon startled the advertising world by winning over accounts totalling six millions annually, giving the firm almost from its inception, our informant estimates, an income approaching one million dollars annually. That, friends, up here in the north country at least, ain't hay. Before the formation of the new firm Heagan had worked his way up through the ranks in one of New York's large agencies, getting into the radio division, and in recent years handling several large accounts, including Lucky Strike, where he doubtless came to have more than a nodding acquaintance with the redoubtable George Washington Hill. Well, out here in the country we always like to see a city boy make good. Congratulations, Heagan, and happy hunting.
Mary-Frances James reports from San Jose, Calif., that she and Bob and offspring Barbara (11), Brandon (7), Ben (5) and Timothy (11/2) are pulling up stakes after Easter and are coming east to Philadelphia, where Bob will become a regional secretary for the Middle Atlantic Student Christian Movement. Bob has been on the staff of San Jose State College.
As we reported above Hank McKee is our star correspondent of the month by virtue of his full report on his own activities and his loan of his copy of Arnie Salisbury's DU newsletter. Before we proceed to lift out sections of the newsletter we'll bring you up to date on Hank. He worked for the Firestone Tire and Rubber Company as senior market analyst until the first of this year, when he became market research director of the Perfect Circle Company, of Hagerstown, Indiana, Hank will supervise an expanded research program designed to provide data for improving production schedules and control inventories.
We can do no more than make a beginning this month on the contents of the Salisbury newsletter, which consists of letters from nearly ail members of the '33 delegation reviewing their post-1933 activities to date. Fred Await has kicked up a good bit of dust in various odd corners of the world. Here is a part of his letter: " You may recall that I married Eleanor Libbey of Lewiston, Maine, right after graduation in '33, and soon thereafter we went to Cairo, where we lived two years while I studied Arabic, Turkish, and Persian at the school of Oriental Studies. Also, while there, the 1933 Class Baby, one Alan Leigh Await, was born. .... We returned to the States in 1935, where our second son, Hugh Libbey, was born, and soon after I joined the Department of Commerce in Washington. I made pretty good progress there, despite my Republican background, and becpne the specialist on hides and skins, tanning materials, paper and pulp, and finally what was probably the first non-smoking 'expert' on tobacco. About that time, our third child, Marjorie Helen, arrived, and the size of the family prompted me to consider a more lucrative enterprise than Commerce. I had good offers from both War and State, and I finally decided on the latter. Came the war and the Department decided it needed me more in South America than in Washington, so I was sent to our Embassy at Lima, Peru. The family accompanied me and we stayed there two years, when I was transferred from Lima to Jidda, South Arabia. That shook me more than somewhat. The family remained in Washington when I left for my new post in October 1944. Jidda is an unprepossessing spot on the hot and arid Red Sea coast of Arabia. It's strictly a native town, where existence is a real trial, but I learned to like it and became very much attached to the place. I travelled quite a bit throughout the country, and got to Riyadh several times. I visited the king and many of the princes on many occasions and came away with more than my share of robes, shawls and watches In the spring of this year I was fortunate enough to be named by the Dep't to accompany the U. S. Special Diplomatic Mission to the Yemen, which is a country I'll bet you never heard of. Anyway, I went there and spent a month in Sanaa, the capital, where we were guests of the Imam. It was like going back about 2000 years Upon returning to Jidda I found I had been transferred to Teheran. I was able to have my orders amended, however, to proceed there via Washington, not the most direct route, but a desirable detour in any case. I arrived here the end of June and have spent a lot of time in California and Maine, also a day in Hanover. Soon after settling down in Washington again, I resigned from Foreign Service, since my family are not keen on it, and took a position in the Department, where I am desk officer for West Africa (Br.) So that's me to date."
As we go to press a clipping from the New York Dartmouth Club News arrives. It reads: "Ford Marden, who recently shelved his Hanover job to sell steel shelving for Bethlehem, ran into a buddy in the Club the night of the Thayer dinner and screamed 'For the luv of mud, where have you been keeping yourself all these years?', only to be asked, 'Don't you recall that in last June's reunion Softball game at Hanover you pitched and I was your catcher?"
Secretary, 20 Valley Rd., Hanover, N. H. Treasurer} 2812 Grant Bldg., Pittsburgh 19, Pa.
