1929
The other day at lunch in Boston, SqueekRedding gathered around him Herm Liss,Phil Mayher, Chris Born and Ollie Holmes and laid plans for a Class party the evening of May 19, starting with cocktails and dinner and then moving on to Symphony Hall for Dartmouth Night at the Pops. A block of tables has been tentatively reserved for the Concert, and as soon as Mine Host Holmes has completed arrangements for the dinner, notices will go out to the Boston brethren and their ladies. Should any travelers be in town, their presence even as stags, would be welcomed. Perhaps, with this advance publicity such itinerant vendors as Tal Babcock, who periodically calls on his trade in and around Boston, will plan his monthly trip to coincide. Just let us know, if possible, so we can have plenty of everything to go around.
After eighteen years away from Boston, Wendell Schuh is back again, living in Wollaston where he and his wife grew up. He has just become associated with the Howard Agency of The Fidelity Mutual Life Insurance Company, 80 Federal Street, Boston, and is very happy and enthusiastic over his new situation. In response to the suggestion that he might have seen some of the boys in the course of getting settled he writes:
"Jawn Garland, graying, paunching, and prospering, appears to be vice-president in charge of rejecting all applications for loans at the austere First National Bank. We have seen Allah Love joy, but not close enough to talk with. Time appears to have treated him very kindly. We were so fortunate as to have Squeek Redding buy us a lunch. He is as delightful as ever. Graying and prospering, but not paunching. Johnny Hubbard is in fine fettle. Wonderful home, lovely family, and a fine job. He peddles composition soles, which no doubt accounts for the low quality of that type of understanding. From him we learned that Red Kimball has abandoned the meat business in favor of selling insurance in Connecticut. Steve Balkam is back in California, in perfume, we know. We believe that the operation on Steve's spine done at the Bethesda, Maryland, Naval Hospital was successful. We had the distinct pleasure of seeing him several times about a year ago. We have talked to Tank Shores on the telephone, but have not yet been so fortunate as to see him. He seems to have abandoned the rat race for the almighty dollar, and retired to his acres in Acton to let the rest of the world worry itself to death. Jack Pills bury remained in the Navy, is living in Chevy Chase, Maryland, registered his affiliation with the Democratic Party thus revealing a distressing lack of discernment and judgment."
On the letterhead of the First National Bank of Minneapolis, Buff Buffington reports: "The most recent news here is the 'Hanover Holiday' program last week. We had a good crowd, including Dartmouth men from Minneapolis, St. Paul, Duluth, Rochester, and elsewhere in Minnesota. Wives, mothers, and dads were invited to the afternoon meeting. My wife joined me because we have a son who will be going to Dartmouth in a couple of years. We both enjoyed the movies of Hanover and it brought back fond memories of the holidays we spent up there together. We are seriously thinking of coming to the 20th Reunion, so I can show the place off to my sons. Minneapolis is a Dartmouth stronghold, but there are very few from the Class of 1929. Hope you are all supporting our Minnesotan, Harold Stassen."
Up from Winchester (that is Winchester, Virginia, suh!) comes this dispatch from young Marse Wendell Barney: "Your letter arrived in the same mail with the first of what has come to be an annual series from our Bourbon Derby impressario in the Nation's Capital—hence the letterhead. As usual, '29 news is far from plentiful in this bailiwick, being limited within the past year to several visits from PaulWoodbridge, who was scenario writing for the Virginia Department of Education and doing research for a documentary film on the apple business, and to a flying visit to the dinner in Washington when our Jawn made his first official appearance in the South. I believe I wrote you at the time of the '29ers seen on that occasion, so will not bother to repeat now. In May last year saw Bob Carr at our Virginia Club meeting in Richmond. He spoke to the Club and did a very good job of bringing us up to date on the Hanover situation. Also visited on that same occasion with the genial Duke, down from Washington for the affair with the usual delegation of Capitalites who are regular attenders. As usual, put the affair to bed in the wee small hours, and had a thoroughly swell time in the doing. Last month Charlie Starrett put in here for a couple of days on a personal appearance tour—Charlie Starrett 26, that is—and was in his usual 'Durango Kid' state of effervescence. He, his charming wife, Mary, and Johnny Allen '23, who is here temporarily putting on a fund-raising drive for the local hospital, dropped in on the Barneys for a couple of quick ones between shows one night, and _we all had a delightful, but much too brief visit. Of course, nine-year-old Bob was thrilled to death—the Durango Kid is his favorite flickerman—and has been bedeviling us to take him to California this summer so that he can take up Charlie's invitation to 'come out and help me exercise the hosses'. . . . Maybe we will, at that. I haven't had a vacation since before the war—and the idea is appealing. The annual meeting of the Virginia Club comes up June 5, and I'm planning to go as is my wont, so will report to you later if any of the wandering -red-shirt brothers put in an appearance. Duke should be there for sure—and maybe some of the others. We'll see. Wish I DID have some ideas about the reunion—l'd be glad to pass 'em on—and certainly will if they come. Meanwhile, if YOU have any ideas on how to get '29 out of the cellar in the current Alumni Fund effort, I wish you'd let ME know. We can sure use 'em Patsy and Bob seem to be in as good shape as ever—the rheumatic fever that's had Bob down for a couple of years seems to be on the wane—at last, and in general things seem to be about the same."
And speaking of our Bourbon Derby impressario, I have it by special messenger (thatwonderful honorary classmate of ours, GladysInscoe, of the Chesapeake & Potomac Telephone Company) that
"effective April 1, 1948, Mr. "Duke" Wellington F. Barto is being promoted to the General Staff, supervising the four C. & P. Telephone Companies Washington, Maryland, Virginia and West Virginia. So from now on, boys, you know where to go with any complaints—and reverse the charges! Mr. Barto reports direct to the assistant vice-president, which means he has a maroon rug on the floor, a chair trimmed with brass a private secretary—but the raise is a secret!
Morry Hartman is with the Central National Bank of Cleveland. He sees Walt Bergstrom quite regularly, he writes, but otherwise the '29 delegation in Cleveland doesn't seem to be very active:
"I see George Case occasionally since he is vicepresident and treasurer of one of our good customers and Red Flynn is an officer of another local bank. Bill Strang-ward is practicing law but our paths don't seem to cross too often. Bill Irwin is reputed still to be in Cleveland, but if so, he must be in hiding, for I never see him. I'm glad that our reunion will come at the normal time as I think this will aid in getting a big turnout. Certainly those of the class who were able to get back in '46 will want to make the next one, since we had such a swell time. If we start making plans very early and get a good publicity campaign going, we ought to have a large and enthusiastic crowd for our twentieth."
From Greenfield, Massachusetts, "this rural outpost of free enterprise," Chan Bete submits the following excellent report:
"Really, you haven't struck gold, Bill. I am ashamedly innocent of nuggets of news about my esteemed fellow-classmates. Except one, that is. A guy named Lockwood. Warren S. (alias Supe). And I can't even tell you all I know about him because he is a (paying) client of mine and I just cannot bring myself to sacrifice lush fees merely to entertain your readers. (Will you forgive me for such a perverted sense of values?) Supe quit as exec, v-pres. of The Rubber Manufacturers Association about a year and a half ago to open up his own own office in Washington as a foreign trade consultant. This has recently blossomed into W. S. Lockwood, Inc., a. full-blown organization thatserves international trade groups who are interested in developing the American market in order to get more dollars with which to buy more American goods, A laudable enterprise. Among other things, Supe is the author of Lockwood's Monthly RubberReport (subscription $300.00-adv.) which has become the most authoritative and widely quoted source of world news on the rubber situation (an excerpt from an article by Stu Palmer '21 in Supe's Report even was quoted in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE recently, which ought to prove the point. Q.E.D.) As for me, Bill, I continue to rusticate in one of the most beautiful towns in America as much as clients in London, Washington (Supe), New York and Boston will permit. I am a public relations consultant, whatever that is, as well as being the principal owner of the biggest, best, and only ad- vertising agency in Greenfield, Massachusetts. I have one enduring wife Ann and one son Joey (12 years)."
A Class Dinner was held March 10, at theDartmouth Club of New York. Attendingwere: Herb Ball, Dick Barrett, George Piret,Bud Foulks, Ray Hedger, Bill Morgan, CharlieGoldsmith, Ed Spetnagle, A l Fisher, LarryLougee, Harry Enders, Jack Hubbard, KarlPittelkow, Jim Hodge, Art Rydstrom, CliffPurse, Van Jamieson, Ed Walsh, CfiarlieMackay, Hal Hirsch, Lyt Johnston, RussGoudey and Dick Robin (who, as previouslyreported is about to leave California and takeup permanent residence in New Jersey).
Secretary, 75 Federal St., Boston, Mass. Treasurer, 1211 Shady Ave., Pittsburgh 10, Pa. Class Agent, 723 13th St., N. W., Washington 5, D. C.
