1909

Back to the mines after a respite of a couple of months. Did I say respite? That applies only to '09 activities. I've been plenty active evenings and weekends fixing up the old barn into a place habitable for the family jalopie. The guy that put on the new roof said he worked on the roof as a boy 28 years ago, the last time it was put on. No wonder the damn thing leaked, boards were rotted, and purple grackles had built their nests in the eaves. All the windows had to be refitted, the panes reputtied; the sides scraped, nailed, patched, and holes and cracks puttied; the foundation pointed up; an overhead door hung, and two coats of white paint. Cleaning out all the corruption that had been storing up for nigh on to 100 years was no mean job either. No wonder writing and other activities, except the business of making a living, have lagged. But that old barn has a happy look on its face, now that it's reclaimed and good maybe for another 100 years.

Through Art Sporborg came word of the passing on March 7 of Barney Dreyfus, the third member of our class to die this year. He was buried in Santa Barbara, Calif. His obituary, no doubt, will appear in this issue. The other two to pass on were Roswell Pearl and Charles Cartland. Barney was one of the brightest members of our class, being one of three who were graduated Summa CumLaude. Although Barney was a brilliant student, particularly in French and German, and rated as a Rufus Choate scholar in his sophomore year, he indulged in other college activities: he was out for football for four years and was awarded his "D" senior year (competing against Schildmiller and Kennedy for an end position was tough going). He played in the Freshman Mandolin club, was a member of the Dramatic club, the Dartmouth Board and local editor of The Dartmouth, served as president of Deutscher Verein, and belonged to Le Cercle Frangais. Barney had not been active in class affairs since we left Hanover that June day in 1909, although Art Sporborg recalls being invited with Jack Dowdell to Barney's New York apartment for feed bags and enjoyable bull sessions during the early years.

MAMA, HERE'S THAT MAN AGAIN

Mention has been made of N>orm Catharin being president of the Boston Sales Managers Club of the Boston Chamber of Commerce, a position he has filled with honor and distinction. So well did he do the job last year, he was selected to serve a second term, despite the fact that a president's tenure of office for a number of years back has been limited to one term. Congratulations to a great guy.

Anent Norm and his bald pate, Hal Pratt writes: "Maybe his dignity is hurt by being called Baldy; maybe he is overly conspicuous by being Baldy; maybe we shouldn't call him Baldy; maybe we should do something about it because he is Baldy."

So Hal enclosed a silver contribution which he hoped "would be the beginning of a fund that would grow and grow until it got big enough to purchase a cranium adornment (toupee) for our good friend Baldy, Hairless Catharin."

Hal, incidentally, retired from business after 36 years with Socony Vacuum he's living the life of Riley, as he puts it. He was told that he should take up some hobby, but golf may be out because of intermittent attacks of gout. He and his little woman, Gladys, will have time to do what they want. His two grandchildren give him a pretty good workout when he's home.

You men who live outside the Boston area may not have heard about the honor that was piled on the head of AI Neivton, a testimonial dinner in his honor, sponsored by the Luncheon Club of Boston and his many friends. The occasion was his 65th birthday, the 100 th anniversary of Shattuck and Jones, the fish firm of which he is president, and his 15th year as secretary of the Luncheon Club. BobBurns, Herb Hawes and Hal Pratt represented '09 at the dinner.

In an outline of Al's career, which appeared in the souvenir menu, it mentioned one of his proudest moments when, as a freshman at Dartmouth, he was found at the bottom of the heap in the freshman-sophomore football rush, with the prized football clutched firmly in his arms. What wasn't mentioned was Al's fame as a raconteur extraordinary and his exalted position as Clam Bake King. He was awarded a scroll suitably inscribed and a big easy chair upholstered in Dartmouth green leather which should comfortably accommodate his 250 lbs. of avoirdupois.

THE CLASS OF '10 HEARD FROM

Remember Guy Carpenter '10, the redheaded guy who was thought destined to be a news hawk? Apparently, he went into business in New York instead, and a good potential newspaperman was lost to the world. He wrote, expressing interest in further news about young Jess Hawley who was paralyzed in a water skiing accident. From the last word I received, there isn't much hope of recovery, but, despite the discouraging outlook, he was keeping up his spirits—a psychology that sometimes results in unforeseen curative powers. That's what every one hopes for. "With most," wrote Carp, "the longer they knew Jess ('09) the more they enjoyed him. He was a man's man and yet he insisted on retaining the enthusiasm of youth; what the experts in education call 'conserving the youth in the man.' "

DEPARTMENT or MISCELLANY

From Charlie Fay '10: "The last time I saw Ben Lang he was bigger than a house and was starting a settlement down in Plymouth where he and his wife and nine daughters are the prime movers in the project of repopulating the Cape and they have come quite a ways.""

Classmates who've been in Hanover this last spring and summer include Bertie French and his little woman; Walt Brown; Judge HalMurchie and the Mrs. (he was in Hanover to have conferred on him the honorary degree of Doctor of Laws. As Norm Catharin remarked,

"Hal is probably the first man in our class to receive an honorary degree from Dartmouth, or any other college). Inge (Don't Call me Fat) Fearing and his better half stopped at the Inn in August. Then that famous trio, Benand Rita Burpee and Mickey McLane, hit Hanover in June. The Burpees were trying to keep Mick in bounds, but with not much success.

Frank Solomon wanted to have lunch with Ced Wellsted and me a while back, we being the only '09 guys in Cleveland, but in checking on Ced I found he had gone to the hospital for an operation. When I called him the following week he was coming along O. K.

Our sympathy to Elbert Moffatt whose wife died last June in the Brooklyn (N. Y.) Methodist Hospital after a long illness.

The society columns in Boston papers well' covered the engagement of Chester Snow Brett Jr., Dartmouth '40, to Miss Nancy Warren Sewell of Bath, Me. No wedding date was mentioned. In Chicago, the Tribune had a piece that announced the engagement of Jeanne, youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs.Joe Graff, to Lorenz Garcia, foster son of Mr. and Mrs. Averill Tilden, Glencoe, Ill. It'll be a January wedding. Irving Bull's son William, who was graduated from Dartmouth in 1949, will be married this fall to Barbara Knapp of Dedham, Mass.

HUB BUSINESS LEADER: Norman R. Catharin 'O9 (center), president of the Boston Sales Managers Club, shown with E. C. Johnson (left), head of the Boston Chamber of Commerce, and William A. Patterson, president of United Airlines. Catharin is with Stone and Forsyth, paper merchants.

Class Notes Editor, Pioneer Trail, Aurora, Ohio

Secretary and Treasurer, Sandwich, Mass.