1936

Lads of '36 (and lasses), hark, ye best of Dartmouth classes, listen while we chase the blues, hear our torch song, catch your cues. 'Tis a rollcall, long not thrifty, occasioned by the new year—so, occasioned by too few a letter to fill this column any better Let's get going with the "A's"; it's been longer than days and days since this department's heard from Aaron. And Gage Aborn just isn't darin' to put his name in writing either. Or any of the Aliens—neither Norman, Dick, Tom, George or Walter in any way their silence alter. What's with Andrew, Andrus, Anspach? We've been suffering from a lack of information on you guys that is appalling. Put us wise. Appleton, Arnold, and Atkinson, too, how about manuscripts coming from you? Same thing goes for most of the "B's"— you could be on the very high seas for all we know. Come, Babcock, give! And you, Gil Balkam. How can we live with nary a solitary line from Barden, Barker or Ballantyne? You two Barrs and Bayles and Barnish, give us a break, Pop Beckel, garnish our mail with a welcome twist. (Enough on that subject? On with the list.) Beinhart, Benezet, Bennett, Beetle, obviously we'd like a leetle help. And Bergengren, do keep in touch- that isn't asking very much. Berman, Beskind, Bettison, Beyer, raise our hopes a little higher. Henry Billings, Robert Bikle, your correspondence record's sickly. Much the same for Blade and Birchall. Every day we frankly search all mail for news of Joseph Bishop. It's time for Boeckel, Blake to dish up dope. John Bouker fill that void. Ditto, pronto, Mike C. Boyd.Brenner, Brierley, Lindsey Brigham, you've the facts; don't make us dig 'em. Richard Brister, Robert Bright, by this reporter please do right. Charles C. Brooks and Edwin 8., disturb your equanimity. Our monthly chatter would nicely thrive with a blurb from the Browns (from one or five). You men from our most western shore, Bruckner, Bullock, Burrows—more! Butler, Buyoucos and Butler,El Camp, Campbell, Gilbert Cutler,Robert Burr and Robert Button, in us you have a keyhole glutton. For Doctors Carson and Cartwright: taffy, to open up the tight-lipped Chaffee.Walter Chase, and Hugh and Brad, you made more noise as an undergrad. Carter, brothers Capelle and Catron, we're seeking you as a needed patron. Chamberlain, Chisholm, Cole and Coffin, please expostulate more often. We'd like a bite—or even a bark— from Jim, John, Phil and Myron Clark.Cleaves and Cleaveland, Copp and Coppedge, how come you've had verbal stoppage? Curtis Comstock, George E. Cole could take us out of this bottomless hole. We'd give the wealth of Kubla Khan for a two-page letter from Coutrakon.Crosby, Conklin, Conkling, Coronis, drop us a line—don't bother to phone us. Corwin, Coughlin, Crawford and Creigh, anything wrong with your pens today? No kick on Cunningham, Tithe's fine scribe- he dishes it out, minus pressure or bribe. Ernest M., Frank, also William S. Curtis, the shock of your penmanship never will hurt us. We can't remember when last we heard from Warren, Bill or Joe Davis (the third). Daniels, Dailey, Davidson, Dean, it's time that all you guys came clean! Dearborns (Henry as well as Ted), tired of reading? Don't blame the Ed. Densmore, Delbridge, Dingwall, Dietz, rise and shine—you're not glued to your seats. DiFabio, Donovan, Doctor Dick Dodge, can it be true you are just a mirage? Drechsel, Eaton, Dittmar, Dorrance, flood us with mail—we thrive on torrents. The silence of Dorsey, Doolittle and Doan and Eisberg, to boot, leaves us chilled to the bone. England, Erdmann, Erion, Doyle, don't hang on to your scoops—they'll spoil. Important aside to Fitzherbert, the Pete, keep covering fully your rich Boston beat. Ervin, Fox, Essex, Fernald, Florsheim, Flouton,Fitzpatrick and Fortune and Fager, start shoutin'. The same to you, Frank, Foster, Fraser and Frick— won't you give us a hint as to what makes you tick? Professor Art Funk, Ferris, Fullerton (Bax), hasn't your coverage been woefully lax? Frigard and Garlick and Gibney and Gait, you've all been so quiet—indeed, to a fault! The two Gidney brothers—you know, Jim and Dink, confide in us, boys, and just say what you think. That goes for the Goldthwait(e)s, both Larry and Dana, a message from you would be welcomed like manna. And Gonnerman, Gilbert and Leo F. Glynn, beware, vacillation is truly a sin. Gordon, and Goodman, Bill Gray and ArtGreene, where've you been? And just whom have you seen?Guerrieri, and Guibord, Greene, Hackett and Hair, all Scotchmen among you with no word to spare? We'd say, Monroe Greenbaum, Hardham,Haddad and Groh, your combined circulation would rate pretty low. Ham.bleton, Hancock, and Arnold S. Hatch, a letter from any of you'd be a catch. Are Hannaford, Harrington, Harding around? Both of our ears are glued to the ground. For Harrises, Hall, and for Tom and BillHart, one would think letter-writing'd become a lost art. Reece Hatchitt, Dick Hefler, Norm Henshaw,Paul Hessler— to get you to squawk, we could do with a wrestler. We never, never will get our fill of dirt from Hillyer, Hoefler, Hill. There still exists a mighty thirst for bulletins from Hesty HirstHigbee, Hoffmans, both the Higgins give us pretty meagre diggins'. Hokanson, Holmquist, Holland and Holt, give out, fine friends 'twould be a jolt to hear from Houlihan, Howland or Horn,Howard or Hasbrouck, some fine morn. Huffman, Jacobsen, Jenkin and Hughes, let's get together, exchange some views. Ingersoll, Jackson, Johnson and Hurd, we're hanging on each and every word. Jayne and Jewell, Johnsons, Hyde, open up your hearts real wide. Jump and Kable, Kadlec, Kane— get your names in print, be vain. Kappler, Keegan, Keeler, Keller,Kendall, be loquacious, feller. Kenny, Kern, Kiarsis, King,Kirk, Kittell, begin to sing. Klauer, Klingaman, Kneip and Knight, let us know if you're all right. Knowlton, Lagorio, Lambert, Ladd,Lancaster, Lando, it's mighty sad to open up the MAG and see no mention of you, Lane, Langler, Lee.Langlois, Latham, Leinbach, Lehman, notes from you would be like cream in coffee. Levitt, Lewises, Levin, you might as well be Ernest Bevin. Lieber, Liggett, Lord and Ley,Lowd and Lucas, whadda you say? Luey, Lynch and Lynch, McCleary,McDaniel, McEvoy, we're getting weary (as you.) Mclnnis, Messieurs McGrath, come travel the unbeaten path. McGonagle, McKallagat, McKernan, McLellan and both McLaughlins, we'll bet a melon you've lots to say. Come on MacMackin,McNulty, MacNeary, there's so much lackin'. MacPherson, Macurda, Malby, Marks,Mallory, Marsh, where are those sparks? Martens, Martin, Ross Martindale, tell us all your personal tale. Marvin, Marx and Mascarello, say, what's cookin' with you, fellow? Buster and William May, Doc Mayo, relax, let go, it'll be a kayo. Mechlin, Mellor, Mead and Mertz (sounds like a legal firm). Give till it hurts. You Miller lads— Vance, Hal, Doug J., what's buzzin', cousin, out your way? Momenee, Monagan, Mintz and Minsch, how about postals? You'll see it's a cinch for both of you Morses (Roger and Sam) to open up wide—not shut up like a clam. Moore and Morris, Morrison, Moyer, you've the red carpet to our foyer if you'll only give us a little break. You too, Morton and Mosenthal. Shake on it, Muello and Munson,Murphy, Murray and Newell. Once in your lifetime—how can you miss this chance to be famous, Nielsen, Niss?Nichols, Nicholson, Nilsson, Oare, better that you risk being a bore than a mouse—and Oehmig, O'Connell,O'Hare, perish forbid you should turn down the dare! Ogush, Olson, Osgood, Ostrom, o-ladly would we forsake the rostrum. Pactovis, Page, Paterson, Paine— we ask you, frankly, now ain't it a shame for us to assume the role of barker? You Palmers, Parish, Patrick, Parker,Patterson, Peabody, Pearson, Peck, another Peck, Pedley, oh what the heck. You can spare the time. Life won't be shorter by much. Bob Prentice, Red Pounder, a Porter or two, Pumphrey, Proctor, Boyce P. Price,Dan Poor, Bert Pike, it would be nice to see John Hancocks from each of you, and Putnam, Reardon and Rainey, too. Redington, Reitman, Richards, Reed, won't you respond to our current need. Riley, Robbins, Roberts, Roe, here and now, quit laying low! Robertson, Rogers, Ruggles, Rowell, give us due cause to set up a howl. Ruby, Sabary, Sanderson, Sawyer, it's safe to speak without a lawyer. Sherman, Schorer, Schulberg, Schmidt, you nearly drive a man to knit! Sevigny, Sherry, Schwartz and Scott, we'll settle for any news you've got. Stephens, William Shaw and Shertz,Simon, Shurtz, Spring, Sims—it hurts. Sorensen, Sornberger, Smiths (all four) make the most of our open door. Southwick, Spencer, Soule and Spong, it sez here postmen ring ding, dong. Stewart, Stiles, Bob Stokes, Steve Stotzer, two bits each of you has lotza headlines that are fit to print. Stowell, Stroud, Steins, Sullmans (two), we likewise do mean you and you. Sutherlands, Sykes, Tamburi, Taylor, has any of you become a sailor? Teulon, Tillinghast, Thompsons, Thomas and Thomas, Titcomb, Tindle, promise to spill the beans .... Toan, Tracy, Towne, get your vital statistics down. Treadway, Tuckers, Underbill, Vail, getting tired of this here wail? At your desks, then— Varney and Vass,Turner and Tyler, inform your class. Venrick, Wakefield, Wanstall, Walkers— would that any or all were talkers. Wardell, Warren, Wasserman, Warne, picture a sheep that has been shorn— pity this columnist with no meat; fill up your pipe and pull up a seat. Set the ball rolling, Watsons, Welt, send us an envelope that's not svelte. Wentworth, Weston Whipkey and Weiss, anything new in old shoes or in rice? Whipple and Whitmore and Whitlock and White, don't say your prayers nor turn off the light until you have stated, no matter how shyly, the facts of your life—Wickham, Wiesman,Nev Wiley.Wiggins, three Williams and Wilsons and Wood, have any of you come across as you could? A second Wood, Woodbridge, Wolfe, Worcester and Wright, the least you can do to be barely polite is scribble a line or two (needn't be more)— we're enduring such famine, the wolf's at our door! And (speaking of wolf), Wolff, Woods, Wool,Wort hen, Wyman, we'd welcome 'most anything, even Simple Simon. Yelverton, Young, Ziegler, Zuber and Zens, please put down your glasses and take up your pens There are many more names that belong on this list: our loyal non-grads who have likewise been missed. But management says we must end this epistle (and what's more important, we hear the wife's whistle!) So, lads of '36 (and lasses), ye very best of Dartmouth classes, pitch in and help us change our tune before Reunion time—in June!

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