1916
By the time this issue reaches your hall table, spring will be hanging over your front gate, even in cold New England, and when I say cold, I speak as one who knows what was going on up there because I was in New England the first week of March. Trying for a short vacation in California, via the Navy's overnight "Hotshot," non-stop from Washington to Moffett Field, Calif., I visioned a quick flight to San Diego to find out what it is all about, phone calls to Louie Bell, Shorty Hitchcock and any others I might find. But—I couldn't get on the plane, too many priorities ahead of me, who had none. So I tried for Cuba and Puerto Rico, got as far as Jacksonville and was bumped off to make way for three babies and their mothers. After a day of sitting in the sun, Tom Collins in hand, looking over the blue St. John's River, sniffing the southern breeze, and listening to the redbirds sing, I flew back home to make one more try for the "Hotshot." Again I couldn't make it, so accepted a seat for Bermuda, and missed that plane. Rejecting an offer to fly me to Anchorage, Alaska, to Greece and Turkey, I settled for Quonset Pt., R. 1., landing in the snow, taking the bus to Providence (wishing I had time to stop off and see Cap Carey) and Boston, where, after getting lost a couple of times in the maze of suburbs, I got to the Jardine mansion, for a quiet dinner and a long talk with Alec. Also talked by phone withTog Upham, Jack English and Sam Cutler. I found Tog and Jack are now enthusiastic barbershop quartetters, as I knew they would be.
From Boston, I travelled the next day by train through more snowstorms to Springfield, stopping en route for a luncheon with The McAuliffe and Helen, in their cozy apartment on Elm Street, overlooking a beautiful garden across the way. In Springfield I visited my mother, also sister and brother-in-law BobHarvey, and two days later took off in another snowstorm for an uneventful flight to Washington. Well, one way for a secretary to fill up space is to write about himself, and there is no subject nearer to my heart.
Seen in Hanover since you last heard from me were Mr. and Mrs. Bob Brown of Nashuway; Herbert C. Kimball of the American Optical Cos. at Southbridge, Mass.; Mr. andMrs. Art Conley of Brooklyn, N. Y., and Mr. and Mrs. Ralph George of Hopkinton, N. H. It seems as if every time someone takes a breath, Heinle is in Hanover, and so would I be if I lived so near.
Mason W. Huse of Burlington, Vt., has been elected treasurer of the Chittenden County Trust Cos. of Burlington. This certainly calls for a letter from Mason, who hasn't given the secretary any dope since he wrote me last about his interesting family.
Dan Dinsmoor, who recently rebelled against shovelling snow, writes:
"We are enjoying the California climate and feeling very sorry for our friends who are still wallowing in the snow in the East. For the present we are camping out in a one-room apartment but have a house in prospect. You will be interested to know that I attended a Dartmouth luncheon last Friday and by chance sat down opposite a distinguished-looking gentleman who turned out to be none other than Bones Joy."
We expect to hear more about the boys onthe West coast, now that Dan is on the jobthere with the American Potash and ChemicalCorporation.
Chan Green, Superintendent of the Rein-surance Division, Connecticut General LifeIns. Cos., recently cleaned out his desk andcoming across the Balmacaan Newsletter,wrote:
"I was once more amused at your transferring me to Buffalo. The best part of it was the news that Henry Anson Bates is still alive. He wasn't at the reunion in July 1946 and never seems to visit his ancestral estates on the Connecticut River as of yore."
(Note: Henry flits in and out of the Dartmouthscene in Washington like Banquo's ghost, butis a very busy man, it says here.)
"Of course I had noticed the surprising item classing me as a leading citizen of Buffalo and intended to write to the editor myself but never got around to it. Now that I have managed to get the flow of ink started I may as well include a brief report on the G. T. Green front. I never see any other 16-ers. In fact about all there is to report is some doings of the next generation. The oldest boy David was discharged from the U. S. Marine Corps as a second lieutenant two years ago and is getting his M.-A. at Chicago in International Relations. The daughter, Margaret, is following her mother's footsteps at Smith College. We drove up to Northampton a couple of weeks ago to see a skating carnival put on by the sophomore class and were treated like visiting celebrities, escorted to choice seats, etc., as parents of the Chairman of the Carnival Committee. The temperature was about zero but the girls who skated around seemed to keep warm although the costumes they wore were mostly about the size of bathing suits. Margaret hopes to spend next year in Paris on some kind of Junior Year in France arrangement. Our youngest, John, may yet be salvaged for Dartmouth, in fact that is his first choice now. If it works out, he will be entering in 1949."
Ed Sullivan, in his column "Little Old NewYork," said recently:
"Lieut. Gen. Willard S. Paul was top at the 26th Division, New York Chapter, installation of officers at the Hotel Diplomat."
Earl Cranston, Phillips Professor of Religionat Dartmouth, wrote me not long ago:
"In two weeks I go briefly to St. Louis to attend the annual meeting of the American Association of University Professors, and also sessions of its Council, of which I am a member. The retiring president of the Association, as you probably know, is Edward Kirkland. At the annual dinner he will give the presidential address on Recipe for Responsibility. Eddie has done a splendid job in his two years in office. Another member of the class who has taken an important part in the work of this Association in recent years is Eugene Parker Chase I do not see as much of the class as I should like to, particularly because I had to be in the West at the time of the last Reunion. The other day while proctoring someone else's _ final examination in the gym, I found myself in charge of the writing of JackEnglish Jr., whom I had not known before, but who manifested some of the cheerful and alert ways of our Jack, in spite of a marked difference in the color of the hair, a distinction inherited from his mother, as Jack Jr. told me when we talked together after the exam was ended."
It's a small world.
Hock Tutile, from whom we haven't had the pleasure of hearing since this secretary took over, has moved to Toccoa, Georgia, where, he says, he is leading a quiet and sedentary life. He manages to spend some time in Miami in the winter and along the Jersey shore in the summer. Hock's son graduated from West Point in 1944 and spent the rest of his service in the hottest areas of the ETO, before he was sent back to England for hospitalization. He is now on detached service at the University of Michigan, studying for his Master's in Automotive Engineering. His marriage to Miss Margaret Beckman of Pemberville, Ohio, is scheduled for April 3.
Bill Nagle was sick some time back but I am informed by Howdy Parker that he had recovered fast, had gone home and was expected to be as good as new in a brief time. No additional news on Bill is good news, I believe. Bill has been a conscientious and valued member of the College Admissions Committee in Belmont, Mass., for some years. (For further details consult the Newsletter.)
Secretary, 2721 Blaine Drive, Chevy Chase 15, Md. Treasurer, 11 Copeland Ave., Reading, Mass. Class Agent, 97 Mayfield Ave., Akron, Ohio
