1918
A note from Red Hulbert, Warren, N. H., from the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge in Sept. indicated he was going into training for the outstanding efforts he always makes in behalf of his community—and in part he says, "Nancy and I just had to get away from everything .... so on impulse we just threw some old duds into the car and lit out for the back woods .... just sleep and read whodunits and loll around. Comfortable bunks, splendid amenities, marvelous food and plenty of it and an open fire, and the murmuring pines and babbling brooks to lull you to sleep" (cut it out, Red, you're cutting us city slickers to ribbons).
Stumpie Barfs financial report for '48-'49 in which the gain is reported from operations as $73.50 and a surplus of $1.89 from the Holy Cross game, and $4.34 from the Fathers and Sons dinner, shows that the dues payers of 211 are greater than any year in the past with the exception of three years, and says in part "most important item .... a check of $465.88 from Tom Shirley and Eddie Ferguson as coChairmen of the 30th Reunion Comm., after deducting advances of $167.92, leaves a net surplus of $297.96. Running reunions in the black seems to be a habitual practice of these gentlemen who turned in a surplus of $222.97 from the 25th reunion." What sterling men, these Boston fellows! And what a hangup job they'll do in the most fantastic of all fantastic '18 reunions of 1953, when 1917, 1918 and 1919 reune together—what a party!
Postcard marked Sept. 19 from grand old AlGustafson and addressed to the whole class, says "thanks to you and all '18ers for your swell and consoling messages. It's great to be a Dartmouth man—am getting along fine so tell everybody hello and have a good time." Postmarked Sept. 27 a card from Al's wife, Ruth, said Al again entered Nichols Hospital, Louisville, Ky. as an emergency and would be mighty happy hearing from all '18ers. Duke and others had written him wonderful letters last spring, and thoughtfully Al had sent to Duke a large clipping from a local newspaper on sports personalities with a heading "Al lost 40 lbs. but not his humor," and said in part, "All-American Swede Youngs tram and I both spoke Swedish and he was a fullback and I was at center—we baffled the opposition whenever we worked together by calling signals in Swedish and the guys we played against sure looked puzzled as hell." The article wound up by saying, "as for ol' man Al Gustafson he's busy now fighting his way back to health; he's got a grandstand full of fans rooting for him"; and believe me, 1918 and Dartmouth College are rooting for you too, Al.
" 'lB MUST LIVE RIGHT," so spoke one of the happy wives at '18's grand Pomonok fiesta and finale on Sept. 30, where Edith andDick Holton held forth as hosts superb to '18ers and their wives. '18ers lived right because in all the 6 years of this wonderful, enjoyable party, it has been "a brilliant sunshiny day, as was this one—with the woodlands full of wine and gold and the wives at their colorful best. The Pomonok Club, famed for many things in addition to its butter-like filet mignon and knockout Pres. (Dick Holton) is being sold. Nevertheless Pomonok may move to Cherry Valley Golf Club or the Waldorf Astoria, or somewhere for the party is a must and more enjoyable each year. When Evelyn Colwell in her lovely Harvard red, vying with Ruth Glover, happily and thoughtfully rose and expressed the gratitude of the whole class to Dick and Edith Holton for these won derful parties—all '18ers were behind her (please don't misunderstand this, Evelyn). Then voluntarily and thoughtfully, big hearted Bill Christgau added to the tribute to the Holtons and moved that Kay Benisch (Stumpie Barr's grand sister) and Henry (Cornell '20) officially be adopted as members of the class of '18. A roar of hearty approval went forth; for Henry has graciously come to these parties and played his violin for the enjoyment of all of us. Kay and daughter Barbara (a talented fashion designer) were in Paris last summer, and had the great pleasure of attending many of the openings.
Following are those who enjoyed themselves at Pomonok: Marcia and Fred Cassebeer (Fred had an article in House and Garden last summer and both Fred and Marcia had articles on flowers side by side, in the N. Y. Times); Bill Christgau who was really cutting capers with pretty Helen Rosenfeld on he dance floor (attended last summer's big Metropolitan Life Supervisors Convention at Atlantic City—reported son Bill was out of the Coffee Shoppe at Hanover and now has a successful business "We Fix 'Em and Clean 'Em Inc."); the smart looking Clahane couple, Marion and Francis John (addressograph in Ad Bldg. in Hanover mistakenly addressed him REV.—we weren't sure but we heard Marion Clahane putting a nice twist on Bill Christgau's name—Crisco); Judge Harry Collinsand Agnes (a body guard was along to protect Harry—now tha he'll have some assistance with the Children's Court, we hope Harry will no longer be carrying the load of 3 or 4 judges but will have more time for his gorgeous gardens of azealas and rhododendron).
Others at Pomonok: Evie and Pete Colwell (Pete carries the heavy job of representing Dartmouth as admissions head for Westchester—son Bob did a knockout job at Hanover as Pres. of his fraternity, on the Green Key and the Inter-Fraternity Council); Jim Carpenter from Syracuse (dropped from 190 to 150 lbs. last summer, is up again now and looks better—in 6 to 7 years has built the Kaylan Cu.lery Co. from scratch to about a 3 to 4 million dollar business and is working 3 shifts— put a handsome bet on the Big Green against Penn —looks forward with Mary Ellen to driving their powerful 160 series Packard to Florida this winter); smart-looking Carolyn Dockstader andGeorge, who enjoyed themselves tremendously, even though George wished all of his commission on shellac, burlap and whatnot sold out in India had been in his pocket before the pound was devalued, (daughter Nancy gave up retailing for secretarial work; sister Carol still in school).
More '18ers at Pomonok: Famed EddieEarle, '17, and Marge (have been mighty welcome guests indeed and Eddie, personnel mgr. of Bankers Trust Co., just makes thai old piano rock with Dartmouth songs and dance tunes), yogi Gerry Geran (at this writing looking around now that WAA has ceased —will be a fortunate find as a salesman for any good organization—believes that those '18ers with farms, such as Dusty Sykes Duke.Em Morse, Dave Garratt, Dwight Sargent and George Stoddard should make ample room in their barns and homes for indigent '18ers in their old age). Ruth and Curt Glover (they all went up to the Holy Cross game and champ swimmer, son Johnnie, still in high school, was watched over hopefully by members of Dartmouth's swimming team). Edithand Dick Holton (no one has done more for Dartmouth than has Dick—daughter Man Louise is now a freshman at Wellesley); '18's No. 1 thespian Johnny Johnston and lovely Ann (few top executives, of which Johnny is one, can carry the load he has so successfully done, and yet cut gracious capers and whirl the girls so beautifully as does Johnny): lovely Mary Olive Jones, beautifully tanned and Stanley (rocked along at 120 miles per hr. in Packard 160 series at Parkard's proving ground in Mich, at the time he was writing their copy—Stanley's ever devoted attentiveuess as a husband does not go unnoticed by other wives, thus bringing their husbands back another year with added charms and devotions, —2 nights before Stan had been out sipping tea with Fat Hardie, who as V.P. of Carnegie Steel will now be in Indianapolisand mark, you well, if he doesn't get about a quarter of the steel order from Chevrolet, then Fat will eat your shirt).
And still other distinguished '15ers at Pomonok: Pres. N. Y. Section, Am. Assn. Newspaper Reps., Steve Maboney, who with Dorothy last summer went down the St. Lawrence and Saginaw Rivers and stayed at the swanky Imperial Hotel in Murray Bay, then took the pilgrimage to Ste. Anne du Beaupre (all reported by Gerry Geran), Dorothy, big Steve and young Steve flew down to Key West this summer to visit daughter and new baby. Steve referred to Dorothy as grandmother-happy, and reported that young Steve did a fine job during the summer on an Orlando newspaper. Rear Admiral Paul Mather (and you can bet your life Mary would have been along had she been feeling tops), genial Leicester McElwain, who bubbled over and jelloed about with jolly mirth (would have been tons happier if pals Dusty Rhodes and Janetand Spud Richmond had been there); Helen andPaul Miner, who never fail and who are in their lovely new home at Glen Rock (as a prodder, Paul's happy, genial voice is always greeted by the proddees), lovely Minetta and successful adv. man Syl Morey with a big office in the Empire State Bldg. (Tobey looked simply beaming; sparkling bow-tie and matching posy, in his lapel, the feud on the golf course between him and Andy Ross had not disturbed his placidity, and even son Clayton, changing from Columbia School of Architecture and looking for a job, didn't ruffle him a bit—Clayton is interested in industrial design and had interview with famed Loewey, crack designer of Studebaker).
And what a treat to have these lovely folks at Pomonok: Miriam Morrison, always a good sport to come to these parties and everyone looks forward to seeing her (light as a feather and wafted about gracefully by '18's many Arthur Murrays, she was still being twirled and spindled by JohnnyJohnson, as we left). Newcomer and a wonderful addition was pretty Helen Rosenfeld and Bill (Helen had topflight position at Macy's, now a big buyer for Saks-5th Ave.), Virginia and banker Andy Ross, watches the Air Lines Chase loans in the west (you should have seen the lovely watch Andy received from Chase Bank for his 25 th year of service with them!—'tis a beaut). Dan Shea (on the dance floor the stock and blondes man can embrace figures (well, not exactly that) as gracefully and understandingly as he does those Moody's Manuals-Shamus believes from the class notes that the readers will surely feel that all N. Y. '18ers were at one time or another dancing partners of Fred Astaire and their wives all gorgeous Myrna Loys, with a Bergman-Rossellini romance in the offing).
Still they come—others at Pomonok: Patand George Stoddard, scarcely a week awayfrom the gangplank of the Qiieen Mary, havepurchased themselves a 140-acre farm upnear Millbrook, with swimming pool, skiingslopes, etc. (the night after Pomonok, Patand George celebrated their anniversary atthe Silver Horn—went up to their countryplace over the week-end. George recommendsseeing the rodeo and said ".... mighty cutethings were riding around standing up onhorse back, and just as they passed our box.she burst a zipper....", then the line wentdead as we were cut off.) Janet and Van VanRaalte (Janet mighty smart in a Parismodel) "a Jacques Fath, or Patou," said SteveMahoney, observingly. Daughter Joan is insecretarial school and Johnnie, through Dartmouth, is all set to work. During the hot summer Janet found a new apartment at 30 E.55th and so Johnnie was put to work gettingit in shape. Thoughtfully, Janet arrangednotes to be written by various members ofthe class to Germaine and Hort Kennedy, andsaid, Janet—"why you'd think all these '18erswere practically losing their eyesight—nobodycould write a note without putting on heavylensed glasses, and most everyone, readingthe messages of others, had to hold them off3 or 4 feet." Emily and Art Stout '17, andArt has never missed a party, and they tooare mighty welcome every year (the Stoutshold forth in a lovely old farm behind Poughkeepsie and their happy way of making peopleenjoy themselves results in a housefull ofguests most of the time).
Missed this year were many: Rose and Eric Ball who always gave so generously the oysters for this party; Alberta and Amos Blandin who had hoped that they could make it; Pixie and Tommy Bryant, from Philly, who attended last year (had hoped to get the marvelous hostess and host, delightful Marjorie and Lymie Poole away from their farm, with pigs, chickens and Springer Spaniels; and have a party together). Betty and Hort Chandler (Hort was here the same week of the party, Frank Clahane (was delighted to see him—he was here on business but just couldn't stay for the party); Edithand Dick Cooley had hoped to be down but found business had picked up a great deal and couldn't get away; Bill Coulson, who has finally sold his place in Garden City and moved to Washington, D. C. and will now be there permanently (present address, The Pentagon, Washington, D. C); Dottie and George Davis who never miss but had to go to a Convention (Pete Col-well said Grandpa and Grandma Davis say the grandchild is the most wonderful ever to be seen in the New Rochelle Hospital); Hazel and Walt Nelson we thought sure were coming but something happened; Marionand Lewis Lee (Lewis has just left on a 2 weeks' refresher course with the Navy); Nina and HalEastman (who is not doing any audits in Colorado—goes down to Atlantic City occasionally, and promises to come out to more '18 parties in the coming years); Clara and Eddit Felt (lovely daughter Elizabeth was married on Sept. 10— Clara was in San Francisco as a Delegate to the Auxiliary Meeting of the Episcopal Triennial Convention and Eddie flew to Seattle to make the return trip with her by way of Puget Sound and Yellowstone Park).
Also hoped to be present were: Marion andDave Garratt, from their swanky home on Gibson Island, Md.; Edythe and Cap Hanley (believe me, Cap has had a tough time of it since his ankle was crushed in an auto accident last March; he admittedly crossed a road diagonally and was hit by a car cruising at 70 miles an hour, and if he hadn't swerved, it would have been too bad for Cap. Cap hopes in another year to be back trimming other '18ers at golf at Pomonok or elsewhere). Postcard from Cap earlier, said "had the pleasure of meeting Pups Colie, a very dignified Chief Justice. He was on his way to N. Y. to close title to a fishing lodge in upper N. Y. State. Also informed me that he and Mrs. Colie are planning an extensive trout fishing vacation in Montana next summer." Mouseand Johnny O'Gara (after John was spread all over the N. Y. newspapers and the clipping of same was sent in by Howie Park, Paul Miner, PeteCol-well and others; John had been transferred to the position of V.P. and Administrative Assistant to the Pres.) took off for a change in scenery to the Maryland shores or somewhere, for a bit of a rest. Dusty Rhodes never missed a Pomonok party and hated to miss this one, but his 83-year-old father was passing through on his way to Florida and naturally Dusty had to be with him; Al Rice was away on a business trip, but had sent in a postcard saying, "Son Roger back at Colgate, Junior year; Rosemary in TV play Mama, with Peggy Wood, Friday night at 8 on Chanel 2, she take's the part of Katrin. All hands spent the summer at Cape Cod and had a swell time." Lang Robinson was in N. Y. all the way from Springfield, Ill. to put his daughter Sally on the lie de France, for England, where she will spend her Junior year away from Wellesley at the U. of Edinburgh in Scotland. (Mighty sorry you missed Pomonok, Lang.) Em Salisbury said it was a long way from Minneapolis but hopes to make it another year; Peggy Sargent flew to California, where she met daughter Betsy, and with Peg away, Dwight wasn't keen to come to Pomonok alone.
Mildred and Jay Le Fevre, who have been around most of the summer, gave a delightful cocktail party which Kay and EvYoung attended. We had the pleasure last summer of a nice visit with young Jay and attractive Elaine. Mildred and Jay took a nice trip to Nassau in Oct Lewis Pounds, son of Lena and our own dear, deceased MikePounds, had a lovely wedding in Greenwich, Conn. Stanley and Mary Olive Jones attended and drove home afterwards, top down, rolling along under the moon and the stars, mellow with champagne.
WILLIAM C. (RED) HULBERT '18 is this year's Chairman of the Rye, N. Y., Community Fund.
Secretary, 74 Trinity Place, New York 6, N. Y
Treasurer, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H.
Memorial Fund Chairman, Gibson Island, Md.
