1918

Doris and Bill Kurtz (W. F. Kurtz & Cos., Cleveland, investments,—buys $20 million worth of Gov'ts at a clip) were in Hanover just a week before the big '18 party—Alice and Louis Huntoon also, depositing son Schuyler '55. Too bad we missed 'em.... Class dinners in N. Y. City at the D. Club Fri., Nov. 2, night before Yale game; Thurs., Dec. 6, and Fri. Jan. 11.... Chaunce Hood is the whole sales force of Teiner Eng. Corp. in Maiden, Mass. Chaunce's rugged mother at 85 lives alone in the old colonial homestead in Beverly, Mass., built 50 years ago; alert and agile, she shoves off daily to do voluntary work at a local hos- pital. You should see Steve Mahoney's fine new house at 6 Taunton Rd., E. Scarsdale, N. Y. Everyone's copying Steve's office decor: Dartmouth green walls and white trim.

From Quick-Lunch-Prof. Bob Fish: "Here we are this summer, with Connie in the near vicinity between teaching stints at San Carlos, Cal.; with Joan and Bud just north of San Francisco, where Bud has a job for the summer before both of them return to Stanford for their senior year, and reoccupy their house which we're holding down for them; and with young Bob working as head busboy at the Broadmoor Hotel, Colorado Springs, and caddying and socializing in addition. So it isn't a traveling summer, except to get up here out of one of the worst heat spells Tucson has ever encountered." . . .

Carolyn and George Dockstader are in the pink again after a severe auto crash last spring, in which another car was demolished. Doc had a fractured rib, 11 stitches over his eye, then pleurisy set inbut they're all fine now. . . . When Al Rice's son Roger finished Colgate last June, with many honors on the campus, he was showered by friends to the tune of $4OO and Al gave him his place on the Cape for two weeks for his bride and himself to enjoy on their honeymoon.

Seeing us pass the fancy Curb restaurant the other day Frank Clahane tossed our way, "Now you've smelled some good food in a tony placego back and eat your hamburger at Nedick's". . . . We've all missed seeing Janet and Jules VanRaalte, but are glad to report Van's feeling tops, and why shouldn't he, with big construction jobs for American Cyanamid and with a backlog of orders of nearly $20 million? Jim Salisbury is Asst. Sales Mgr. of Ethicon Suture Lab. Inc., New Brunswick, N. J. . . . Reed Montgomery, whose son Bob works for the Eagle Brewing Cos. in Pa., was delighted to see Bob Ritter from Allentown, who is one of the town's most prominent citizens. Reed reports seeing a good deal of Ed Stanley, the rock- ribbed, holdout bachelor of the class, who likes his freedom too much to give it up. Said Reed, "I play several games of golf with him during the course of a year,—and he plays a damned good game—and he also spends a couple of weeks with us at the Cape. I first met him in Rochester, N. H., and I always feel I'm lucky when I take a dime or two away from him playing golf." . . .

Sig Judd was elected a Director of Applied Arts Corp., Grand Rapids, Mich. (We looked for you, Sig, at Pompano Beach, Fla., last March—were you there?) From Dick White, "Did my usual one-week teaching job at Northwestern U at the Natl. Inst, for Coml. and Trade Assn. Executives, remodelled house, ran Natl. Convention in New Orleans, so I've had a busy summer." Dick's Am. Assn. of Nurserymen were presented by a jury (Charles Sawyer, Sec. Commerce Chrm.) with the Grand Award for 1951; "outstanding service to the industry and the public." Stew Teaze —"The big news about us is that we left Wash., D. C., for Jamestown, R. I., where we bought 8 Whittier Rd., and became a member of the so-called Admiral's Row." ... Georgevon Kapff reports a nice visit in Waterloo, la., with the town's leading eye, ear and nose specialist, our own Doc Harold Reuling—later when visiting upstate New York he met Myron Savage, now a boasting grandfather.

A new address for Al Gustajson, 3109 Plover Rd., Louisville 13, Ky., brought this message, "Was sorry to hear about good old Zuck's passing away (Al Zulick 9/6/51). He was a swell chap. Best to all the gang." Yes; our much beloved Al Zulick passed away Sept. 6 and Francis C. Heaney was killed when his plane crashed Sept. 25—See In Memoriam. From the 01' wrangler Johnny Cunningham, "Had a great visit with Ethel and Stumpie Barr. They agreed that guys like Jones,Earley, Wilson should crawl out of their dens, take a bath, powder up and come out. Chuck Hilliker married his lovely, pretty, capable secretary Sept. 14—got a wife, lost his best assistant in the office. I caught a 3 lb. rainbow in Wyo.—tell Wilson—he'll faint."

Jake Bingham reported seeing Hal Kendall at Keene, N. H., Rotary. . . . Delighted was our Harold Glendening to meet our classmate frank A.Harrington at the Bar Assn. in N. Y. City. . . . AlSi bb ems en and Grace, who junketed all over Scandinavian countries and Europe in the summer of '50, and not at the expense of the taxpayers (ah, J ays us LeFevre!) and who, coming back on the swanky Caronia, found our Charlie I sab ell from North Adams, the most respected citizen in Mass., is pointing toward '18's big reunion in June '53, and swears that this time he'll never stand grinning in Chicago and let the plajie fly away with all his baggage as he did coming back from the last reunion.

Marcia and Fred Cassebeer, handicapped without sales help, launched a trial balloon of their bulb business last summer, but lacking sales help, will try it another year. .. . CharlieKozminski and Imogene made a trip to Washington not long ago. . .. Supreme Court Justice of N. J., Frederick R. Colie (Pups to us) had been working five nights a week and oftentimes Sat. and Sun. and on his two months' vacation a year ago, fishing out west, he had a marvelous time but his fatigue finally caught up with him. Asked by his superior if he would do some Appellate work, Pups agreed, and found it more congenial, and now instead of "sitting and grumbling ' at his wife, he relaxes and gets a lot of fun out of life.

From becKy and Al C,ottschaldt, in their tropical vegetation and lovely Coral Gables home, ''Up in Stewart, Fla., talking to a client, the Chamber of Commerce, I noticed a big sign reading 'OttoKubin, Real Estate'—couldn't be, but it was! Old Otto looked in fine shape as well as when he played tackle for our frosh team. Met his wife and the two of them look most contented in their home on the St. Lucie River; a beautiful spot."

Stanley, Mary Olive and Nancy Jones enjoyed a couple of months in Garden City last summer, and Ned Ross reported Stanley driving around with the top down and baseball cap at a jaunty angle. AndyRoss managed to take Stanley and Syl Morey in many .a round of golf and they missed Syl when he and Minetta drove to Pensacola, Fla., to see Clayton in the Air Corps. .. . Says Hal Doty, "So Bennett is the guy who elected Taft! You would think he would put what talent he has to better use than that. We've enough trouble in Ohio without someone actually working for guys_ 1 ike Taft and Bricker. Imagine Swede Bennett using his influence to help that—-Taft. I know you are a Republican, but honestly, you could do better than that."

Thank you, Hal Doty, for your foresight in owning the only bound volumes of '14, '15, '16 and '17 Daily Dartmouths—and for loaning them to us. Excerpts from Oct., 1914—"Coach Snow is non-committal as to prospects for freshman team. Ist yr. men now reporting are Aishton, Alden, Belding, Benisch, Bliss, Booth, Burns, Butts, Carpenter, Case, Cleveland, Cousens, Eadie, Glover, Gottschaldt, Holbrook, Holton, Hood, Kennedy, Knowles, LeFevre, Mahoney, Muther, Nelson, Proctor, Rowell, Scully, Storrs, Strauss, Thayer, Tripp, Tyrrel, Valentine, Van Raalte, Wales. Sophomores won the annual fall baseball series. Stars of the day were Ed Parsons, HerbDuffill, Swede Youngstrom and Elder andClem Mcßride. As Coach Snow approached the Cushing Academy game, he was quite sure that those in the backfield would be HortKennedy and Hubie McDonough, with EddieButts and Bill Montgomery sure to be ends; and as tackles, Whitmore, Al Gottschaldt and Lufkin; Chaunce Hood and Otto Kubin as guards, with Gus or Jimmy McMahon as center."

Dave Skinner's boy Dave finished Dartmouth last fall, went into the banking business on the West Coast.. . . From the Bawl Street Journal, came this clipping: "The Federal Council of Women's Garden Clubs was thrilled today when David L. Skinner addressed its 18th annual meeting. Introduced by Mrs. Skinner, who had prevailed upon him to say a few words, he waxed loquacious about the homey aspects of flower and shrub cultivation. Praising the gardening enthusiasts ... he noted the satisfaction to be gained from cultivation of the ground and emphasized, the need for enrichment of the soil." When Mr. Skinner left, Mrs. Podsnap, newly elected head of the Council, expressed thanks to Mrs. Skinner for urging her husband to give the talk. "But, Mrs. Skinner," she said, "could you not get him to say 'fertilizer' instead of 'manure'?" "Mrs. Podsnap," replied the lady, "it took me 25 years just to get him to say 'manure'." Is that our David?

Helen and Paul Miner had a wonderful trip last summer out at Banff and the Canadian Rockies. After visiting with Evelyn and MonkCameron, who were on the point of closing a big real estate deal, Helen and Paul, in their new, streamlined DeSoto, visited the Earleys at Woodstock, N. Y. Their traveling companions will never forget the Miners. A "D" man on Ed Riley's track team, his then-birdlike appetite had waxed considerably through World War X, where a musette of oatmeal was often quickly devoured by Paul. On this trip, Paul found himself eating all the rolls the other guests didn't care for, and any extra unused chops, lying about. Paul and Helen looked fine but Paul went on a restrained diet and cut himself down to two pats of butter and no more than six rolls a meal.... Now that daughter Thelma Slabaugh has a baby, Jack and Thelma are proud grandparents. Thanks to the eagle-eye of Jake Bingham, we got the cover of the May 20 rotogravure section of the Boston Herald and on it was a mighty, mighty pretty nurse—Jack Slabaugh's daughter. Remember her at Reunion? Lovely!

1918 HANOVER REUNION AT FORDHAM GAME SEPT. 29. Ah, this was a grand weekend. It touched a new high in attendance with 63, counting wives and children. Thanks to Stumpie Barr, '18 has anchored on to the finest weekends of the year for the annual reunion of 1918 at the opening football game each fall when the freshmen are the greenest. The night-before bonfire in the middle of the campus: the pep-up rally at College Hall; and the eyeing of the pea green freshmen—brother, that's living—nothing like it to telescope 37 years in a flash. You missed it this year. Never miss it again. On the way up from N. Y„ at the Lord Jeffrey in Amherst, were 14—five more than last year. This too will grow to a lusty affair. A nice breather in the grind up the Connecticut—at Amherst cocktails and lunch were Helen and Robbie Robinson, Roseand Eric Ball, Bill Christgau, Eddie O'Connor, Dot and Steve Mahoney, Louise and Larry Wallis, Helen and Ted Hazen and the Earleys.

Those at the delightful cocktail party and grand luncheon overlooking Faculty Pond in the DOC House were Margaret and Rolf Syvertsen (they're always pitching in and helping); Pat and GeorgeStoddard (graciously they gave their phone, Stanfordville 2851, near Millbrook, N. Y., about 100 mi. up the Hudson, and want any 'lBers to visit them, where they're retired on a farm of about 100 acres); Priscilla and Tom Shirley. (That day son Bob, 6'2" and 230 lbs., was playing his first game with Newton High. Patsy was in Europe studying French and becoming truly continental, flying from London to Paris to Switzerland—Betty and Bob were summer camp counsellors. Don't be surprised to see the Shirleys in Florida this winter. Tom has a big coast to coast account and figures he can work it in.)

Also at the party were Betty, Herm Smith and son Peter, Dan Shea, the old hurdler who keeps himself in better shape and more changeless even than Occum Ridge; Doris and Phil Sanderson (we heard Phil say he'd be at Key West Thanksgiving time—really, Phil? Can't we hope to see you and Doris checking in at '18's dependable info center: Al Gottschaldf s in Miami and Coral Gables?); Bill Reilly (seen at the game and hope to see him at the party another year); Amy and Bill Pepin (we were at the party; yes, we were high, too. We didn't see Bill and he was the one that took such wonderful pictures of the last reunion and made them available to the class); and Hitty and ReedMontgomery, with the great Dartmouth hurdler Monty Wells and wife. (Missed were Dot and Steven Mahoney, for Steve had a violent upset stomach after eating some fish—drove down before the game to Northampton, and felt better after a good night's rest.)

Always there was Stan Jones (missed were Mary Olive and daughter Nancy who were held in N. Y. by Stan's sick aunt, who passed away after Stan got back, after driving from Dukes' from 3:30 a.m. Monday); Edith and Dick Holton (they tore off after the game to see their daughter Mary Louise at Wellesley, one of the top students there with the pet subject of chemistry, at which she worked in N. Y. last summer). Also there were Ken Jones (one of our most qualified bachelors still, who looked around for some tea but seemed to gulp the cocktails okay); Anne and JohnnyJohnston (Anne with a new, chic Parisienne hairdo—they'd been romping around through the White Mts. for about a week, playing golf and having fun); Dick Hull '44 (George's son —damned smart too, even at age 16 or 17 they had to take him in. We missed you, George); and Chaunce Hood, with whom we hope to see Caroline another time—son is over at New Hampton getting ready for Dartmouth.

There also were Helen and Ted Hazen (they've got lovely stationery, ask them to write you) maybe they'll throw us a cocktail party going through the Berkshires another year—who knows? Son Edward was there, fine-looking man—in Marine uniform and mighty proud of it too); Ruth and Curt Glover (up there entertaining son Johnny who is a greater swimmer than son Bill, Kiputh's Yale star, nOw graduated—and all had a grand time at Charlotte Ford's house at Hanover, which she so graciously gave them that weekend while she was out of town); Kathy. and Eddie Ferguson (guest for the weekend of the Barrs—Eddie sure keeps himself in fine shape and healthy complexion. No middle at all—flat as a bed slat); Bill Christgau (with his mighty welcome friend Johnny Campbell and son Paul. Bill was up for a checkup on that operation he had a year ago—findings? O.K.—but they cautioned him to watch those stomach ulcers. Bill drove up with Dot and Steve Mahoney and is a welcome guest in any car.)

Other distinguished guests present were Ellen and Duke DuSossoit. They came down from Huntington Hill, six miles to the dot from Rollins Chapel up the Lyme Road. Ellen, former editor of McCall's Magazine, now writes articles for Business Week and every three or four weeks is down in New York attending some conference or other. We think the students of Dartmouth are indeed fortunate to have a man like Colonel Duke with his great record to instruct in air science and technique, for after all Duke was in two wars, a prisoner in the last one, has his Wings and Parachute emblem and an array of medals of which he well might be proud. Between times, with his cows, pigs and chickens, he's putting his 200-acre farm on a self sustaining basis. Stan Jones and Dan Shea were his fortunate weekend guests, and if you go up there, keep your car doors closed until you're oriented. Something resembling a goodsized black bear is the Belgian poodle benignly named Lilly. Unfortunately we swung open our car door, and Liily plastered our face with mud, drove us cowering into the back, trampled the wife nearly to death, and the Chevvie was fairly bulging with a brood of Lilly's pups.

Helen and Lew Cousens were there, and, traveling behind Eric Ball to Keene, we looked for the customary roadside sign of the Lewis Hobart Cousens estate and planned to invite ourselves in. We so remarked to Lew at Hanover—said Lew, "We merely reversed it so not to be bothered." Lew graciously invited us down Saturday night just the same, and another time we'll take him up —the Shirleys were his guests that evening. You should have seen Evie and Pete Colwell. Ah, what a good time they have each year at Ken Huntington's place in Orford. And weren't Evie and Pete rightly proud of five pages in the Oct. 1 Life, showing page after page of the new grandson, on his first day home—and a grand picture of Evie. They simplified life and moved into an apartment. Pixie and Tom Bryant wanted to make the party in Amherst and will another year, and fortunately for Pixie with her camera and films galore, Saturday was a brilliant day, even if the ice-cold north breeze did cut through you, so we hope she got a lot of fine pictures; but the ridge to the east over the athletic field was solid green, no other colors.

A wonderful addition to Hanover, and for the 'lB class also, was the appearance of Alberta and Amos Blandin. living at 10 Woodrow Road. They're there for the winter, on the southern tip of Amos's territory, whereas before they lived on the north tip. Alberta loves the town— "just dump the kids outdoors and they have a grand time—the schools are a whole lot better too." Rose Ball stripped the Judge (he acquiesced graciously, too) of his topcoat on the 28-degrte a.m. before the game and saved the writer from pneumonia. To Ethel and Stumpie Barr, we're all indebted, for they really headed up this wonderful weekend party and arranged the cocktails and the luncheon. After driving West last summer and seeing Tom Campbell and Johnny Cuningham, and being guests of the gracious Thelma and Jack Slabaugh, they look well rested indeed.

And what a treat it was to see Rose and EricBall (their license plate has a distinguished appearance—no numbers at all, just RVBB; and that's Rose's initials if you're interested). Eric's on the New Haven Library Board and Draft Board. Rose has her own company again —making stabilizers for bombers, and it's up to Eric to dig up the business—and brother, he does. Eric has his own business—built from scratch two years ago. You know, he used to take over the Norwich Inn sometime in February after shipping up a barrel of oysters and a nod at "Doc" Griggs, Herb West, Dean Bill and the Faculty would be over there, having the time of their lives at a dinner that Eric cooked from top to bottom. It was at one of these parties that Doc Griggs accused Eric of throwing a frog in a Bug 1 class that splattered all over his neck. The below-freezing temperatures at the football game didn't disturb this old Eskimo. Thumping his chest and with nostrils distended, he remarked time and' again how he loved that snappy air.

37 YEARS AGO THIS FALL the 1918 freshman football team struck this pose in front of Alumni Gym, and a lot of good Dartmouth alumni are there. Left to right, front row: Hubie McDonough, Captain Hal Eadie, Wilbur Woleben. Second row: Chauncey Hood, Eddie Butts, Hort Kennedy, Steve Lehman, Krotch Whitmore, Lou Cousens. Back row: Leighton Rogers 'l6, assistant manager. Bill Montgomery, Tom Proctor, Sailor Storrs, Bill Christgau, Duke Dusossoit, and Charlie Taplin 'l5, Manager. George Hull'lB sent in the picture.

NUGGET NOSTALGIA: Returning to Hanover for the opening on September 24 of the new Nugget, Bill Cunningham 'l9 followed the moods and drama of the screen, ad libbing on the piano as he used to do in the days of the silent films. As an undergraduate he helped play his way through college.

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