1918
With '18s social tempo working into high and the haute monde getting the nod, please let us know if you see any '18ers or their wives at the Yale, Columbia, Cornell or Princeton games. Thanks for letting others see what you see. 1918 dinner, N. Y. City, D Club, Thurs., Nov. 2 (Yale game Nov. 4), also Thurs., Dec. 7 and Jan. 11. Wouldn't it be a treat to see Fish, Fat Hardy,Eddie Butts or Ed Healey at one of these gatherings! Visitors at the Hanover Inn a while back were Eloise and AI Street, Doris, Bill Kurtz and daughter Virginia, also PhilTusting from Asbury Park, N. J. (pianos, radios, etc.) Stumpie Barr reports a deficit in the '18 Treasury last year of $8.98. Class dues of $5 for '50 now past due and gratefully received (D. L. Barr, Hanover, N.H.).
The Holy Cross football week-end at Hanover •was a knockout for '18 a dilley; with cocktails, lunches, dinners and beautiful foliage. The first to arrive at the Lord Jeffrey Inn luncheon at Amherst day before the game were Dorothy and Steve Mahoney, (son grad. Hanover June now studying at the Sorbonne in Paris). Then LarryWallace (Infantry World War I, ex-roomey of Ed Shaiv, Geo. Daniels, Kay Barrett and LesBrown) and Louise dropped in. (Larry's Prof, of English Lit. at Mt. Holyoke; Louise heads up the Drama Dept.her technician was running a summer theatre on the Cape; Louise not only trained the cast but took one of the principal parts.) Later came Helen Hazen (Mt. Holyoke) and Ted, with fine retail clothing merchant (Holyoke) EddieO'Connor, then the Earleys appeared. Cocktails; an enjoyable luncheon in fine surroundings with fine folks and good food—so you better plan to make it next year. We missed many other 'lBers and their wives: Rose and Eric Ball and especially Helen and Robbie Robinson from Westfield, Mass. (son John Hanover grad. last June), who had been most helpful (with Goosey Hazen and Ed O'Connor') in arranging this pleasurable luncheon spot 'lBs good times and social whirls give the wives good fun. "Makes sense paying class dues with parties like this," commented genial Judge (poet and grand story teller) Amos Blandin tossing down another poultice. (Dues only $5 send today to D. L. Barr, Hanover, N. H.a steal, just to be with fine fellas.)
Most fortunate is '18 in having at Hanover such wonderful people as Jean and Ed Booth, Margaret and Rolf Syvertsen and Ethel and Stumpie Barr. For a long time many will remember the loveliness of that Holy Cross cocktail party before the luncheon at the Outing Club beside Faculty pond and overlooking the sun-drenched valley of the golf course. And then that delightful luncheon, all arranged so beautifully by Stumpie andEthel Barr; and then, "kick-off in 12 minutes," was shouted and off streamed everyone to watch the football game, and the gorgeous tapestry of yellows and reds along Balch Hill. Nearly 70 people enjoyed this '18 party. There were Doris and Phil Sanderson (minus poundage) and I believe two daughters (Phil looks forward, as do we all, to Bill Bemis's swanky Flamingo Hotel party at Miami in March), Marjorie and Phil Boynton, Irene and Don Davis and Chaunce Hood, (with son Bill ran several paper routes last summerand a ha rdware store a fine worker), Mary and Dwight Edson, with son Davis (touch 'em they stayed at the Inn a couple of weeks; has his own oil co. in Houston, Tex.; wore one of those jaunty light tan Texas sombreros). Seen with the Edsons, was his old New Hampshire Hall roomie, Stan Bates and Milly (if only the other roommate had been along, Ivan Prowattain, and Carolyn).
Others present were Margaret and Rolf Syvertsen, (Sy is in there; always working and helping); Betty and Herrn Smith, from Exeter, with the two boys Leonard and Peter and Helen and Paul Aiiner, (enjoyed dinner with the gang Saturday nightspent the weekend with his distinguished doctor brother Babe '23, who has a farm in Vermont). Then there were Hazel and Doc Ed McDowell, from Plattsburgh, with his total family of six; Dorothy and Steve Maboney, with a freshman son they watched over (Lennie Beller); Anne and Johnny Johnston, who had come over from Sugar Hill after resting up, (Anne looks fine after her operation last spring, Johnny was excellent after a big moving job in N. Y. City for his company); and most delightful, the class had the pleasure of meeting Jack Hurlbuf s charming wife Rosamond, (Jack looked mighty fit delightful they had lived on the Mediterranean until World War II love it now in E. Longmeadow, Mass.) and they had two guests. Barbara and Harvey Hood and son Charles were also there (Harvey reelected for a 2nd 5-yr. term last June as Alumni Trustee). Edith and Dick Holton(Saturday night Edith laid down the law to Dick that they were headed for Wellesley early the next morning to see sophomore daughter Mary Louise, with no stops permitted in Hanover on the way from Etna); Helen and Ted Hazen; Ruth Glover, (when Dartmouth gets fine swimmer son Johnny next year you can thank Ruth as much as anyone); genial Curt and Johnny; the Earleys; Ellen Duke, former Editor of McCall's Magazine, and handsome Jo-FloDuke, Squire of a lovely home on Huntington Hill, dominating the skies for miles around (with their two guests, Mr. and Mrs. Bryant (Amherst '23and Smith); then there was Helen and Lou Cousens (spent the night at their Keene N. H. farm going to and from Boston).
Bill Christgau, (operated on at Mary Hitchcock day after Holy Cross—swell now) with his guests the Campbells of Boston; Jean and Ed Booth with their son Phil '47, now working next to A1 Dickerson, and he'll make a fine man in that spot; Alberta and delightful Amos Blandin, (fished last summer, mowed lawns, split wood, did some work in the garden, read books and wrote opinions, then with New England thrift stored some butternuts up in the butternut room); and the Barrs had their son and his wife. At the '18 football weekend next year there may well be 100 or more present, for the 70 there this year enjoyed themselves plenty. Plan now never again to miss this social whiri of the haute monde at '18s fall weekend safari. Seen at the game thru alert Bill Christgau's periscope were Stew Burns, Bill Pepin, and Mary Stoddard, (toting along the cutest youngster, son Skippy s baby. Sk'p now is handling the publicity for the Mary Hitchcock Hospital). Others who would have been there if their sons had not graduated last June were Cath and Eddie Ferguson; Helen and George Carpenter, Cathy and MayoMagoon, Mary and Paul Erwin and Helen and Robbie Robinson. Three high tax years, '51, '52 and '53 (before '18's big 35th reunion June '53) will mean our gifts to '18's Memorial Fund will be paid, 1/4 ,1/2 or maybe more, by Uncle Sam.
Paul Miner had the greatest tribute paid him in the house organ of the nationwide Underwood Corp. On the cover is a fine picture of Paul, under the caption "From 9 to 5 With A Bigtime Salesman"following are 12 different pictures of Paul making hisdaily round some excerpts: "Paul S. Miner represents the driving force that is an integral part in the backbone of any industrythe salesman .... throughout his career which began in 1935, he has had a good sales record; in recent years, exceptional." To properly celebrate his record, Helen and Paul took a few weeks and toured the battlefields of France, where Paul served in a Dartmouth ambulance unit in World War I. Helen wasa good sport and visited with Paul one (not all) of his old girls in Soissons a pretty baker's daughter, called by the Section "Hollowhead"Helen said it was a scream to watch Paul desperately carrying on an hour's conversation with the husband, before his old girl finally appeared, and it was "oui, oui, oui,. oui, oui" ad infinitum Harvey Hood did a grand job testifying before the Comm. of Agriculture in Mass., when he protected the public by strongly defending brand names of high quality dairy products Dave Skinner made an 8000-mile trip a few months back as V.P. of Wall St. investment firm Harriman Ripley covered Washington, California and Texas. Speaking of mileage, Marion and Frank Clahane lopped off nearly 2000 miles a few months back in the Virginias, seeing Williamsburg and Fredericksburg. Frank's old side kick Tomie O'Connell was at Holy Cross game son Tomie, in Caracas, just cut short the college career of a pretty 18 yr. old prospective Wellesleyanmarried the daughter of an Am. Embassy man.
Missed at Hanover were Carol and Em Morse, (N. Y. City papers flashed his picture last April; was appointed Director of Purchases for the huge Lever Bros. Co.have a lovely museum piece summer place in Orford, N. H., temporarily living in Riverside, Conn.) .... Tom Sturgess to DickHolton: "Last June I sat on the old Yale campus and watched my oldest son take his B.S.—the setting took me back many years. This morning your nice letter arrived and all took me back; Dick, you certainly have done a wonderful job for the Alumni Fund and I hasten to enclose my check." (268 loyal 'lBers gave an average of $43.47 each) .... about the time newspapers were saying it was all off with Myrna Loy and Gene Mar key, columnist John McClane, in N. Y. City remarked, "One of the most engaging men I have ever known is Gene Mar key. It is an injustice to recall that he has been the husband of Joan Bennett, Hedy LaMarr and Myrna Loy, because this suggests that his singular claim to fame was merely his ability to marry a celebrity; actually, he is a remarkable man among men. He entered the Navy in the last war with the rank of Lt. Comdr. and performed an arduous tour of duty on a dreary island off the Pacific side of the Panama Canal. From there he was sent to a post as intelligence officer in the Far East, and then, toward the end of the war, he emerged suddenly in Washington with the in- credible rank of Commodore, in charge of Navy and Photographic Services. As such, he was for many months my Commanding Officer and I have never had a more stimulating experience."
It was a pretty wedding in New Rochelle, June 12 when Bob Col well (Pete and Evie's son) married Virginia Sidley. (Did Evie have the jitters at Ann Johnson's party—lost her bag with her son's wedding ring in it, and a diamond pin for the bride; found it—much relieved). A postcard recently received, and unsigned: "Why! GeorgeMoulton Davis, the most respected citizen of New Rochelle! And Pete Colwell, his best friend! And aren't Evie Colwell and Dottie Davis good friends too? What a shame!" This refers no doubt to a mix-up by the_ typesetter of wives' names in the last issue of this MAG.—sorry. Gerry Geran, refers in a note, to the old buddy of Peanuts Poole, DocMcßride. Supt. of Schools, Dawson, N. M., or used to be, and his letter to Gerry June 9 said, . Dawson, once a well known mining midwest town, has closed—it has become a so-called Ghost Town. I have seen many of them, such as Central City, Colo., Goldfield, Nev., and others but did not expect to be in one when it became a Ghost Town."—Gerry had sent Doc a picture of 1918 at their last reunion, and Doc was having the time of his life visiting, with many friends he hasn't seen for years
It's interesting to talk to George Dockstader who has 400 ft. of wonderful colored film of his 30,000 trip around the world through India last spring..... Jo Florimond DusossoitDuke, the Squire of Huntington Hill, dominating the western view over Hanover, is a mighty happy retired classmate. They've done all over this lovely old home with fine lines, Ellen showing the same skill and taste as a decorator as she did as editor of McCall's magazine. Frequently son Bill, a very sweet guy, senior at Hanover, comes up and visits them, and also son Win, who's at Tufts with his old pal Brian (Tommy O'Connell's other star son). Whether it's putting together an old Grandfather's clock, building bins for the root cellar, antiquing the panelling of the walls, Duke is ingenious and interested in anything he undertakes, including hunting over his 200 acres, and we've heard it said that two charming oils painted by Duke himself, one of their New Hampshire place and one of Washington Sq. where they had an apartment, are perhaps finer paintings than even Duke realizes. When the occasion presents itself, and Ellen has the time, she has been approached by publishers to write a book on the subject—"Women of Our Day.' Ruth and Curt Glover's son, Bill, Yale '50 and the pride of Yale's famed swimming coach (followed the pattern strictly of no liquor, no smokes and daily exercises in the gym) finally bid farewell to his friends, and went to Ohio where he's with the subsidiary of Pittsburgh Plateglass Cos. (Bennie Mugridge handles Labor Relations for this company)—they had accepted only 4 graduates, Bill was one.
The great Dane, Al Sibbernsen, and wife Grace landed again in N. Y. on the Caronia after 3 months' gadding about Ireland, Scotland, England, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Switzerland, Italy—then doing Paris. It was a late, wet spring in Bennington, Neb., and the corn crops were all in, but Grace and Sib headed on this great trek they had planned 2 years ago, come hell or high water, Korea or whatnot. Ensconced in the swanky Plaza Hotel in N. Y. City before leaving, the most enjoyable time was shared by the writer, Mary Olive and Stanley Jones. A note from Sib as he left on the Mauretania ". ... I dropped aboard minus one stomach that couldn't stand N. Y. liquor—a couple of days of bunk fatigue fixed me up, and now I'm thirsting for spas and watering places of Europe." And, later—".... Sweden has the goodlooking women, Danes not quite so good. You're too old—wouldn't do you any good."
AN INDISPENSABLE PART of the backbone of any industry is the salesman, and to illustrate it the Underwood Corporation recently gave a spread in its house organ to Paul Miner '10 (right), sales supervisor of the company. In the above reunion picture Miner is chatting with classmates Curt Tripp (center) and A! Gottschaldf, with the smooth hair-do.
Secretary, 74 Trinity Place, New York 6, N. Y. Treasurer, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H. Memorial Fund Chairman, Gibson Island, Md.
