1934
There are times when the Lexington Ave- nue subway is really a pretty peaceful place. Pretty peaceful indeed. Like for instance at about six o'clock of a Tuesday evening in May, with most of the home-rushers already scattered, with a seat available, and with a '34 Dinner at the Dartmouth Club in pleasant prospect. That's how it was for us couple of nights ago. And we were enjoying it to the utmost. There we were sprawled out nice and loose-like, nothing on our mind but our sooty old snap-brim, and lulled by the sibilant sound of our steed of steel as it sang its way uptown. My but it was fine though! Just a'sittin' there—savoring the Quest-Shon Mark ad .... and idly eye-ing a brace of nicely filled nylons crossed neatly cross-aisle from us. Yes, we were having ourselves a train ride all right. When all of a sudden: Whammo! And our dream world collapsed like a blow-hard's bubble gum. For it had been pierced by a vagrant glance at a calendar. And that'll do it everytime. The June column, we frantically realized, will be the last set of class notes until Fall. Our first season is ending. And look at all the things left undone: A gang of news not yet reported, an occasional individual request for information still to be answered, that promised directory not yet distributed.
Purpose of all this is to assure you good men and true that we ain't forgotten. So just please hang on in there and we'll be catching up. like we said in September—those guys Embry,Knibbs, and Dwyer sure must have big feet. .
But you lads who have been feeding us grist for the mill so faithfully have really done noble. Fine help, fine spirit, fine guys! Makes us wish we had Al Hewitt's magnificent voice to lend the proper note of reverence as we say "Dartmouth '34 a Great Name in Classes!"
Where were we? Oh yeah on our way to the Xew York dinner, May 6th. Got there, too, in plenty of time to cut up old touches with Walt Blood, Bob Brown, Mac Collins, Ray Ely, Bob Ford, Bill Gilmore, Dick Gruen, Len Harrison, Al Jacobson, Les Reeve, Bill Scherman, Bob (W.) Smith and Dick Wells. Learned from Ray that Grant Healey is still with the Army, as a Major stationed in Brazil now after a record spell in the Pacific. Big news is his recent acquisition: a lovely blonde wife. Len Harrison was looking as if his current post as assistant sales manager for Sales Affiliates was just the ticket. Dick Wells, besides continuing his studies at N.Y.U., is now on the other side of the desk at C.C.N.Y. where he is teaching speech. Nothing new on the rest of the diners except that they all sent their best to you and you and you. Next New York area dinner is scheduled for the week of June 9th.
In the back of this issue you will see an obituary notice for Jack Mahan whose sad death was first reported in the Newsletter. Another obituary notice is that of Arnie Goiding. And thus end two careers that held great future promise. And we lose two good classmates.
From Hanover comes word of new addresses. Let's open up with some doctors—Scalpels ready? Go! Gard Bassett is practicing in Brockton, Mass. Irv. Silverman is dittoing in Boston, living in Brookline. Bill Fischbach is one of the flourishing '34-in-Cincinnati group. And Frank Engel is a staffer at the Duke University Hospital in Durham, N. C.
Still in a professional vein we pass to a couple of lawyers. Johnny McCoy lives in Alexandria, Virginia, which would indicate a Washington, D. C., office we'd guess. While Brooklyn resident Sy Lewis is on the legal staff of the Department of Justice in lower Manhattan. In what sounds like the hush-hush job to end all such we find Emmy Brown at the Security Division, Atomic Energy Commission, Washington, D. C.
Besides Bill Ely, teaching at The Eaglebrook School in Deerfield, there is another prep school instructor, Ted Gregory. Greg is on the staff of the U. S. Military Academy Preparatory School in West Point.
The same mail tells us that Curt Howard lives on Euclid Ave., Cleveland, Bill Haist on Euclid Ave., Bridgeport, and Bob Palmer in the town of Euclid, Ohio. We have been trying to make something of this but all that comes out is "I love my wife but Oh . . . ." (No, No we can't go through with it, No!)
Have been in telephonic communication lately with a few writer chaps: Charlie Strauss, veepee with Dorland, International—Pettengill, Fenton, Inc. the ad firm, Stan Silverman, busy with radio, the stage and other media, and Bob Mann, another free lance writer for radio at al., all based in New York.
Now let's hop out to Tulsa where LewMeyer created a job for himself and has really made something of it. Promotes book-reading around that section through regular talks on station KVOO. Was the subject of a write-up in Publishers' Weekly and also the syndicated newspaper column "New York Day by Day." Lew's regular profession of lawyer appears to be taking second fiddle.
Van Thome, one of our neighbors in pleasant little Plandome (spelled H-e-a-v-e-n) Long Island, is still nimbly hopping between the New York and Detroit offices of General Motors, yet manages to keep up a mighty attractive house and grounds.
One more address change involves BillHackley of Cicero, Illinois, and that leads us right into a short note from Ace Miller who lives in (you guessed it) Rome, N. Y. Ace, who is with the Rome Division of Revere Copper & Brass Inc. says "Happily settled in the old home town, December 1945, after three years of 'on the move' with the Navy. On the move means among other things one year of settin' on a Pacific atoll. No complaints and glad to have been there."
For sometime now we've been meaning to list the members of the class who are active as officers in various regional Dartmouth Clubs around the land. Here, without further ado, they are: Northern California, Deane Howland, president; New Britain, Bill Judd, secretary; Naugatuck Valley, Conn., GeorgeThomas% secretary; Southeastern Florida, DonBunting, president; Indianapolis, Hank Pierce, secretary; Louisville, Bill Etnbry, president; Utica, George Collins, secretary; Cincinnati, Dick Barrett, secretary; Dayton, Sam McCray, secretary; Houston, Johnny Hoyt, secretary. There are undoubtedly others, and some we have already told you about.
And now take a peek at the nearest calendar. Not so far to the end of June is it? You know what that means: if you haven't yet contributed to the Alumni Fund you must not have been reading those smooth-striding Newsletters from the facile pen of Bill Scherman. Because that's one green sheet which guarantees a winner with each issue; winner name of Dartmouth. Take another gander at that practical prose of Bill's, won't you. It makes powerful good sense.
Finally we want to wish you a superlative summer. And if you have any news please be sure to send it in for the record.
All right now you chillun: you 'all jes' clear out of mah kitchen, heah? See you next Fall. Meanwhile, hop along happily now and somewhere in there have a good vacation, hey?
Secretary and Treasurer 110 Fulton, St., New York 7, N. Y.
