1937
Occupational dizziness kept your agent from filling the required space in last month's issue. Forgiveness is neither expected nor asked. When we reached home each night, there was only strength enough left to throw the Fuller's new cat over the nearest mountainside before crawling into bed.
There is this much to be said concerning the value of delinquence and that is that sin has paid off in amassing a pile of notes which are hereby and forthwith presented as stacked.
Grant Crane informs from Akron, Ohio: "I am writing to announce the arrival of Janet Marie Crane on September 12.
"Phyllis and I have found that the baby makes quite a difference around the household. That's a very profound statement that covers night feedings, long hours of crying, etc.
"The months of September and August were rather hectic, knowing the baby was due soon, and at the same time doing our best to keep the Cleveland Indians in the pennant race."
Al Bryant went to the Dartmouth-Harvard game and reports the following in attendance: the Devlins, Tuckers, Kinmans, Barretts, Rays and Tom Mclntyres. Mutt, of course, had a long walk from the Harvard Business School where he is taking a course in Management. Tom lost his wife at one point during the contest and undoubtedly found her since no ad appeared in the LOST column of the Boston papers during the following week.
Al also sends along with pardonable pride a list of our classmates holding office in Alumni Associations. Don McKinlay is Secretary of the Dartmouth Association of The Great Divide, and ditto for Pete McLane in the Dartmouth Club of the North Country; Al Reinman in the Dartmouth Club of Youngstown, Ohio; Carl Erdman in the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Eastern Pennsylvania; and Latta McCray in the Dartmouth Lawyers Association of New York. To prove '37 turned out a few non-scribes, Bob Crawford ranks as head man in the Dartmouth Alumni Club of Glens Falls, N. Y.
Al is also of the opinion that the time has come for the Class to hold a meeting of its executives. It was hoped that such a meeting could be held in Hanover during the grid season, but, alas, time passed too swiftly. If all good bodies involved will drop a postcard to the Secretary a fair and just decision on date and place will be selected on the basis of everybody's wishes and freedom.
Patricia Burke has been a nice gal and took a minute of her time to write a postcard to this effect:
"To keep Mack Burke's history up to date our second child, Paul Edmund, was born on June 28, 1948 and we trust he will enter Dartmouth. with the class of '70.
"Our daughter, Sheila Anne, was born August 15, 1946.
"Mack is still with Joshua B. Powers, Inc., International Publishers' Representatives."
Bibs Bankart, old faithful and reliable, covers the annual clam bake at Bill Brown's Gloucester hideout in his usual thorough manner:
"A report on the Clam Bake held on September 25.
"There were 17 people in attendance from the Boston area and the affair was highly successful.
"People began gathering early in the afternoon in time to see the Boston Braves game via television followed by an enthusiastic simulation on Bill's side lawn complete with two undermanned teams specializing in unbalanced lines to the right where the beer was—and later an allfemale team that stole the peep show.
"Hart Beards ley, who came the farthest distance, produced an outfielder in the form of his young five-year-old who caught just as many flies as his old man.
"Howie Longley subbed for Ted Williams as chief socker-outer, and Les Barrett did a juggling act with a catch at first base that proves he learned baseball from Arthur Murray.
"The 'special deal from the caterer' turned out to be Jane Brown and Katey Brooks, who served a wonderful lobster feed with salad, rolls, cakes, etc. Dinner was served on the side porch, after which every one adjourned to the drinking room and kept the one-arm bandit busy. Ginny Collis hit the only 'jack pot.'
"It was a swell gathering and nice to see Howie Longley, Wes Wallenius and Hart Beardsley who joined the bake for the first time this year.
"The attendance sheet: Monk Amon, Ernie April, Bib Bankart, Les Barrett, Hart Beardsley, Stan Berenson, Larry Brooks, Bill Brown, Al Bryant, Carlie Collis, Jack Devlin, Stan Lappin, Howie Longley, Jim Luttrell, Fred Mayo, George Roewr, Wes Wallenius, and wives to match for one and all.
"Special thanks go to Stan Lappin, Bill Brown and Larry Brooks, as committee, and more thanks to the bandit that has finally pushed '37 over the top financially so that a party actually came out paying for itself. (Indirect taxes? Sec.)
"Next year maybe we should go back and really clean up the place."
Being a fellow worker with Bib's cousin Betsy, we are in a position to note that he comes by his reportorial ability as a family heritage.
Don McKinlay rushes to the aid of all good men with short items on the western division of the class.
"Dr. George Andrews was married not too long ago, and after taking his medicine at Duke (degree i.e., Sec.) went to Seattle, where he is now in the Public Health Department of the U. S. Marine Hospital.
"Bill Geraghty has taken the bull by the horns, and although on excellent terms with his employers, Lord & Taylor, and one of their outstanding young buyers, he and wife Judith have decided to leave the metropolitan mess and move out here to the other half of God's Country (the first half is Hanoverl). (Are the angels divided equally, too, Don?)
"Bill's reputation and recommendations from his company were such that he secured one of the best jobs in the retail field here in Denver. We're all pleased that the Geraghty's are moving out and most especially his old roommate McKinlay.
"Jack Gray is the other member of '37 in Denver and, as you know, is the Manager of Brookridge Farms, one of the largest dairies serving Denver, He and his wife, Carol, had a fine new son last July 4."
Life is going along all too smoothly when it is possible to save a letter from Giles St.Clair until next month. But don't think its' all beer and pretzels. Your secretary recently received one of the goldarndest, funniest letters from a classmate's wife that was the highwater mark of this assignment to date. The P.S.: "Don't let on I sent you this as wouldn't like it."
All the information was such that only a wife could have sent it. Now my problem is, gentlemen, shall the letter be tossed in the wastebasket, or shall it be run at the expense of a few front teeth—not mine but my writing pal's.
Who's next in line for this job, anyhow?
It has been a memorable fall with the Big Green rolling on game after exciting game. Strange how much football Tuss and his staff have learned in the last year.
Secretary. Ski News, Norwich, Vt. Treasurer, 17 High St., Greenfield, Mass.
