1924
An event of "man bites dog" rarity took place about a month ago; an occurrence which will gladden the heart of your Secretary through many a long winter night to come. In the days ahead, when we are wondering just what one has to do to dig up news of the Class, we will think back to that blessed day when the news actually came to us—in person.
The annual meeting of the Executive Committee, held as in former years at Moose Mountain Lodge, just happened to fit in with the plans of Bevo Beers, the Banana Baron from Santa Marta, Colombia, South America, who was in the country on an extended vacation trip. Bevo was with us over the weekend together with his wife, the charming Senora Lucrecia (pronounced Quecha for short), and they did much to add to the gaiety ■of the party. Bevo was full of tales concerning life among the banana trees, but none seemed more amusing than that regarding his entanglement with the Boston gendarmes.
It seems that Bevo brought a set of license plates from home and immediately attached them to a brand new Chewy which was waiting for him in Boston. These strange and unusual plates caused a great deal of curiosity, and naturally so, for they looked something like this:
When you try to pronounce that word it sounds for all the world like a High School football cheer, and you begin to wonder where the "rah, rah, rah" went to. In any event, Bevo was quite accustomed to having people looking at the plates, so he paid little attention to two men in civilian clothes who were gazing, with puzzled frowns, at the car which happened to be parked in front of a police station. As Bevo got in the car, the larger of the two characters advanced, and, in the cultured and well-modulated tones of South Boston, said, "Wadaminit, buddy! Where didja get them plates?"
Not to be outdone in the realm of courtesy, the sly Senor replied, "I made 'em myself, and what's it to you?" That did it! In the twinkling of an eye, the old badge was flashed and friend Bevo found himself inside, trying his best to convince the Sergeant that it was all in the spirit of good, clean fun, and that the plates were indeed genuine. Fortyfive minutes later our vacationer was free again, but only after several calls to the Motor Vehicle Bureau to confirm the fact that Aracataca was not a cheer, but a municipality duly authorized to issue license plates that could be recognized even within the sacred boundaries of metropolitan Boston.
It was a great treat to have Bevo and Quecha with us, and we can only hope that their next visit will also coincide with some Class gettogether.
From Boston it is but a hop, skip, and a jump over to Wellesley Hills, the home of Jeff and Beatie Adams. Beatie is deserving of, and is hereby awarded, the Secretary's Medal, complete with orchids, for being the first and only 1924 gal to send in news of her own free will and accord, and good news it was, too. First, and best of all, is the word that Jeff, who has been very seriously ill for a long time, is on the mend. Beatie writes that "Jeff is improving steadily and is full of fight to get well again, although it is still a long pull." That is really good news to all of Jeff's many friends throughout the Class, and he may be sure that we are all rooting for him, and hoping for his speedy and complete recovery.
Beatie also announced that she and Jeff were grandparents as of September 6, when Jeannie gave birth to a baby girl. As far as we can ascertain, Jeannie is our Class Baby, and certainly holds an unbroken record of attendance at our Class Reunions. Even after she had married and moved to Detroit, Jeannie left her home and husband to come East for the 25th. We are happy to report that both Jeannie and her daughter are doing well. We can think of nothing that would cheer Jeff up more than to hear from some of his classmates. Why not write to Grandpa Adams today? His address is 45 Chestnut Street, Wellesley Hills, Mass.
A letter came in from Brad Hersey not too long ago, reporting on the summer activities of his family. Lois, who has long been an outstanding leader in Girl Scout work, took a party of girls on a bicycle trip through England and Scotland. Althea was with her on this trip, while the other three children were farmed out at various camps. Elliott is now at Kimball Union Academy, where he is preparing for admission to Dartmouth with the Class of 1955.
Lest we be accused of doing purely a New England edition, we turn to Pacific coast news. At a party engineered by the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Southern California, 1924 was well represented by Earle Hamm,Sam Stickney, Ed Jones and Leon Rothschild.John Fleming had also made a reservation for the party, but had been called away on business. We made reference in this column some months ago to the fact that our delegation in California was growing and this seems to be pretty well borne out. Jim Moore has recently been advanced from the Personnel Department of Firestone, and is now in charge of their Labor Relations. Sam Stickney has also made a recent change, and is now connected with the Bridgeman Safe and Equipment Company of 31304 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles 4, California. It's nice to hear from, these fellows who are so far away, and we hope that they will keep us posted on the news from, that sector.
Going even farther afield, we understand that Buff Miller is still out in the South Pacific where he went on a scientific expedition to dosome medical research on parasites. Ralph left last May on what was to have been a fourmonths' trip to the Truk and Micronesia area. The expedition was under the leadership of Ken Emory '20, Curator of the BishopMuseum in Honolulu, and was sponsored we the National Research Council. We are told that the expedition set up their base of operations on some remote atoll where a freighter stopped only once every two months. The trip which was to pick them up had to be abandoned because of hurricanes, with the result that the party was marooned for another 60days. Such an enforced vacation might have appeal under certain circumstances, but we have an idea that the ship looked pretty good to the men when it finally arrived. No doubt by the time this is published Ralph will be back in Hanover with some valuable information resulting from his studies.
A letter from Spud Spaulding, which hasbeen reposing in our files too long, reports that he had the opportunity of talking with EdMorati and Gibby Gibson on the campus at Andover. Ed Moran's son graduated from Andover last June and, sad to relate, is now a Freshman at Yale. Ed, or more properly, His Honor, Edward G. Moran, is serving his sixth term as Judge of Probate, and makes his home at 28 Shetucket Street, Norwich, Conn. Gibby is teaching French at Andover, and is apparently very happy in his work. Anyone who knows the Andover campus can readily believe this, for it is truly a beautiful place. He may be reached at his home at 49 Highland Road, Andover, Mass.
That seems to take care of things pretty well for the present. Don't forget to send us some news. We can always use it. See you later.
ON THE BOARDWALK at Atlantic City during a business convention are Ted Nilson '24 (left) and "Spud" Spaulding '24 (right), who with a friend are escaping speeches for a breath of fresh sea air.
Secretary, 328 Orchard PL, Ridgewood, N.J. Treasurer, 1312 Greenleaf Blvd., Elkhart, Ind. Memorial Fund Chairman, 151 Ridgedale Ave., Madison, N. J.
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