1910
Clarke W. Tobin was, without doubt, one of the most-beloved men of our college generation—big of body and heart, ever considerate and with a warmth of personality, he was an enthusiastic and natural leader on and off the gridiron where he won All-American fame as a guard.
in a feature article of the January 26, NewYork City Knit Goods Weekly, Clarke receivesmerited recognition.
"The leading hosiery stylist in the United States in the opinion of a former Vogue editor (and of others)," says the feature, "is a six-foot-three, 250-pound one-time Ail-American football player named Clarke W. Tobin, who, at 60, looks as if he is fully capable of making plenty of trouble for the average college team lineman. After operating at all levels, from salesman to overall management for the last 35 years, Mr. Tobin, executive vice-president of Propper-McCallum Hosiery Cos., makes no secret of the fact that the biggest kick he gets out of the business comes from the styling of new numbers which appeal to the American public."
It is nice to see "Tobe" receive this recognition—we'd like to find a way of giving the entire article to the Class.
Ben Ames Williams is another Tenner who has been written up far and wide of late—pictured with his wife at Sea Island, Georgia, TheBoston Herald ran it double column—A Jackson, Miss., news columnist said on January 25:
"Ben Ames Williams, native Mississippian, topflight fiction writer, is visiting the scenes of his boyhood over in Noxubee county and getting in a bit of hunting as he visits around among relatives. Williams took a course in creative writing at Dartmouth College and scored a success almost at the beginning of his career. His latest novel, HouseDivided, is pronounced by many critics to be his best work."
At this writing, Ben's book still tops current best sellers—as it has for a considerable length of time.
Among recent Hanover visitors were FletchBurton of Providence, and Jack Bates and wife, Tulsa.
Eck Hiestand air-mailed us on Feb. 26, The Cocky OF Grandpappy that he is:
"Born Feb. 13, 1948—Lawrence Willard Watts II—Third son of Norma E. Watts and Janet Hiestand Watts—Tenth Grandchild of Bernice and Eck Hiestand."
Here's a vote for his bringing the complete three generations to our next reunion in 195° —only two years hence! Paul Albert, in a recent letter, closes with:
"Well, Hap, guess that about catches me up. The WORCESTERS and ALBERTS have already made plans to drive East in June, 1950, Come Hell or High Water!"
Paul's letter dealt in some detail with steamboating on the Ohio and Mississippi rivers, he and "Shorty" Worcester and families having done some of it awhile back—Marion and I are planning a river trip to New Orleans the latter part of April—on the same boat they used.
At BOSTON DINNER were Art Lord,Beezle Parker, Norton Cushman, Shing Sherwin, Bones Jones, Joe Graves, Ray Gorton, BillMurphy, Jim Everett, Art Allen, Else Jenness, and Hal Sprague.
Strangely enough, Pineo Jackson and MacKendall find themselves as two selected from some 140 million people in this country for membership on a nationally organized committee (studded with Big Wigs) for the purpose of studying local transportation problems such as traffic congestion, off-street parking, transit and taxicab service, freight delivery within municipalities, common carrier terminal questions, off-street truck loading and unern loading facilities, and traffic safety. Pineo, as president of Bankers Indemnity Insurance Cos., and Mac, assistant to vice-president in charge of Operations for the Chicago & North Western Railway Co., each tops in his field, are eminently qualified for the task.
Ed Shattuck has been laid up with high blood pressure but is improving—Ray Gorton sang in the "Old Timers Glee Club" at Boston Dinner—Babe Childs lives at 25 Highland St., Reading, Mass.—Andy and Bertha Scarlett are leaving shortly for two months in BermudaDutch Wagner's residence is at Essex Manor Hotel, 43 S. Walnut St., East Orange, N. J.Tom Steward's address is 317 Northrup Auditorium, Univ. of Minn., Minneapolis 14, Minn.
Guy Carpenter (at one time "Red" without traceable kinship to 1910's Old Friend, "Eric the Red") sends a very interesting article from The N. Y. Sun, in which Larry Bankart ranks with football's foremost coaches
apparently certain malcontents on the Crimson squad did not appreciate the genius of Harlow who ranks with the great strategists of all time—Warner, Zukkpe, Stagg, Yost, Haughton, Rockne, Dobie, BANKHART, Williams, Jones, Halas, Bierman, Leahy and Blaik."
Larry, by the way, follows his football quite closely—last fall he drove daily from his attractive Norwich-hillside home to spend some time at the Field House, attend practice, act as linesman at the games—doing quite all right for a retired gentleman.
Harold Robinson's address is Care American Board Mission, Tungchou, North China he is having a difficult time over there and it would be nice if his Dartmouth Men wrote him letters of encouragement and news-China needs good Americans over there, and Harold certainly qualifies after a lifetime of service to the Chinese.
Just had a letter from Fletch Burton, 1910's Money Bags, who extracts dollars painlessly from his Classmates—l 42 men have paid dues to date this year—he is waiting for more—"The cash in the Treasury now stands at $2083.00 with no known bills payable" is the concise conclusion of the message.
There's a lot of fun, satisfaction and comfort up here in these New Hampshire hills—even tho we returned from several weeks in Washington and New York to find that our oil burner had acted up and filled the house with oily soot—from which we have not yet completely emerged—taking advantage of the disrupted household, we have had masons, plasterers, carpenters, and now painters and paperers around for personal entertainmentought to be in the clear in another two weeks if our de-sooted carpets are brought back—anyway, it's nice living up here—we've had a regular 01' He Winter—what more could a man want for January or March!
Right now as I am pecking away at these typed items, my eyes lift to a sunset that's worth a day's pay any day of the week—with darkening shadows between our hilltop and the next one a few miles away, with a lowering sun on the clear-cut horizon, fanning its golden rays tinged with rose pink, you get a picture that strikes deep, strikes deep into your soul.
Secretary, Canaan St., Canaan, N. H. Treasurer, 1 Weybosset St., Providence, R. I. Class Agent, 14 No. Balch St., Hanover, N. H.
