1920
Steady there, Silver, the Lone Ranger is back from the West. He reined up in Chicago for a spring roundup of Twenties and found eight of the bold buckaroos swapping yarns in the University Club corral. With Fred Mayer and Hank Spero out of town, this provided a 100% turnout of the remaining locals.
Hersh Chandler was just barely back in town from the far Pacific islands. Laddie Myers, as trim as ever, reported his golf game down where it ought to be—which means in the 70's, on occasion. Nate Whiteside gave up his regular Tuesday night bowling to be with us briefly; then was off to the airport to meet one or the other member of his younger generation, flying in from the east on a college holiday. Don McKay, too, was taking a night off from his usual activity. As precinct captain, he should have been out pushing doorbells and delivering his forthright message: "No matter what, vote the straight Republican ticket." Fred Hamm, shopping for nylon garments of all kinds, was lightening up his wardrobe. He will fill up his car with the family and tour the eastern highlands, come summer.
There was reminiscence of 30 years and more ago; of the days when Snake Corbin, "Mayor of College Hall," could always deliver the vote in a class election; and of Wally Schinz's winter-day adventure, when he was literally blown three miles up the Connecticut on Fat Hardy's skates and had to put his mittens on his feet to keep the latter from freezing when he walked the three miles back. Len Davis kicked in with the most up-to-the-minute anecdote. After fattening his family up on eggs and turkeys through a long succession of summers at York Beach, Me., he only now discovers, with the partial aid of this column, that it's Tom Davidson's pockets he has been lining with his patronage of Orchard Farm.
En route to Chicago the itinerary went something like this: March 28, Cleveland—Put in a flying phone call in the again-frustrated hope of reaching Art Stockdale; verified the report that he's on the advertising staff of AmericanWeekly, with local offices in the Hanna Building and a home address in nearby Lakewood. March 29, Columbus—Gerry Baron reported that his daughter, married last November, is now Mrs. Allen Johnson, living happily in Newton Highlands, Mass. His son, still in the merchant marine, has been interestingly busy, bringing war brides across the Atlantic to join their mates.
March 30, also in Columbus—Paid a State House call on Attorney General Hub Duffy, who looks fine and fit and whose more than life-size photograph, hanging as is customary in the outer office, does him ample justice. Hub has an office also on the grand scale, big enough to hold him and his desk, plus leather chairs for five guests, a sofa and a fireplace. He and his staff of 40 lawyers serve 88 state departments and 88 county prosecutors. "We expect to run again," commented his capable receptionist. And run "they" did, sweeping the only opponent out of the May 2 Democratic primary by a vote of 259,000 to 90,000.
April 1, Champaign, 111.—Good lunch-time session with Art Pierce, who is chief instructor at nearby Chanute Field. Art watches over the program of technical training in airplane maintenance, with more than 5000 students under his wing at a time. The courses, more than 40 in number, range from trade school to the graduate research level, from basic mechanics to high altitude weather forecasting.
In attendance at the annual New York Alumni Dinner, April 12: Charlie McGoughran,Fred Hamm, Paul Canada, Fred Beardsley,"Kid" Foster, Carl Lenz, Tinker Lombard,Hal Bidwell, Eddie Bowen, Tom Davidson,Bung Roland, Neict Nash, honorary classmate Dr. Baketel and Dick Pearson. Jack Mayer,Pete Potter, Dan Bender and Gerry Morse couldn't make the dinner, but came around to the Dartmouth Club to shake hands and bend elbows in preliminary warming-up exercises.
Gleanings from the dinner and the correspondence attendant thereon: Newt Nash's older daughter Elizabeth will be married. June 24 to Leander Gleynn Yeaton Jr., graduate of Williston, Williams and the Army Air Corps. Elizabeth went to Masters and Bennett, and took her degree last year from the University of North Carolina. The wedding day set for Bun Harvey's daughter Jane is June 30, just a matter of weeks after her graduation from Smith. Nancy Lombard, daughter of Tinker, will be married on September 9 to Thomas Hodgeson of Bronxville, N. Y., a fellow member of the junior class at Duke University. He is a Beta, a member of the Duke wrestling team, and a marine veteran of World War II.
New members of the Grandfathers' Club: Tom Glines, who carted a broken arm to the N. Y. dinner to report the arrival of his first grandchild, Nancy Virginia Glines, on February 27; and Jim Chilcott, whose grandson, James Chilcott Esten, was a March newcomer to the scene. Jim went to Florida to celebrate at about the time Bing Whitaker was finishing his holiday there.
Paul Canada was married in East Orange, N. J., on April 6 to Helen Parr Lutz. Back in the fall Paul made his first real sight-seeing tour of the Pacific Coast, taking in the Cascade Mountains, which he found to be old stuff to John Beranek, who skis among them at seven to ten thousand foot levels. Paul's daughter has just started as a freshman at Duke while his son lines up for his Dartmouth degree.
Stan Netocomer saw Ed Maling in Honolulu. Reports Ed still unmarried, doing a full-time job at the Navy Yard and well enough satisfied with it to stay on for quite some time. Stan cabled greetings to the assembled New Yorkers, with a hello from Pike Emory. The Newcomers and the Ted Carts missed each other by a narrow margin, going and coming, but both hooked up with the Emorys and Ted reports: "We ran into the HershChandlers on our homecoming trip on the Lurline, where we both were delighted as well as surprised to see each other.'' Ted's son Theodore W., who grew up under the shadow of Princeton and hankered for something smaller, is safely installed as a freshman at Williams, and both father and son remain happy in the colleges of their choice.
Connecticut items: Bill Tracy is running the drive for a big new addition to the Bristol hos- pital. Lowell Holway, in Hanover for Freshman Father's Day, "enjoyed sitting through a class in calculus, when Prof. Mathewson made time stand still for 30 years." Lowell Jr., a numerals winner in cross country, will be seeking other athletic laurels and heeling for The Dartmouth in what's left of his spare time. Coming up in next year's freshman class is Rog Pope's son John, who has been officially advised of his admission from that dependable training ground, Kimball Union Academy.
Here's news for East-West travelers. DickKimball, whose wife Margaret became Mrs. K. as recently as last November 5, is the manager of the new University Club of Long Beach, Calif. It occupies the entire top floor of the Hotel Lafayette and offers its members a million-dollar view of a 20-mile shore line and the oil derricks of Signal Hill. Drop in when you're in town.
Leo Ungar, who ran into Gerry Stone on the Queen Elizabeth as the Ungar family made its first "crossing," later reported the tragic news of Wilbur Fullaway's sudden death. A full notice appears in the back pages of this issue of the MAGAZINE.
Our own Al Foley is the new faculty adviser of Dragon Senior Society. Al is not what would precisely be called underworked, even by Dartmouth 1920 standards. He spoke for Dartmouth at the Portland, Me., gathering on April 28. He will be featured with President John Dickey when all of Dartmouth PowWows in Detroit before next fall's Michigan game. No class ever had a better class agent, or one who struggled more valiantly to make his Alumni Fund quota. All of you—and that means you—can give him a big hand between now and June 30. In the closing words of his own best speech—the immortal reincarnation of the revered Craven Laycock—"Can ye do ut? Will ye do ut?"
Secretary, Blind Brook Lodge, Rye 17, N. Y. Treasurer, 1 Windmill Lane, Arlington 74, Mass. Class Agent, Box 315, Hanover, N. H.
