1934
In the course of what has been laughingly described as a day's work, ye sec manages to hit Hanover considerably more often than the Don Cossack Chorus and just recently it so happened that in the interests of recruiting for a student training course we found ourselves with brief case clutched under a tensed elbow, timidly knocking at the portals of the mighty.
If it wouldn't spoil your day to recall the dull grey cast of the economic skies under which the Class of 1934 was belched forth from its warm but tremulous scholastic haven early in the reign of Franklin I, you might enjoy a comparison with the boys of '51. Peace could hardly be more wonderful!
At Hanover, for instance, before a recruiter can speak to Harry Wellman, he has to qualify by walking on his hands up the stairs of Tuck School, opening the door with his bare feet. And that's only if you offer more than $350 a month to start—if you offer less, you're handicapped to Baker Library and you roll a can of Pickwick Ale with your nose down the drive before you qualify for the stair test. It would have been interesting to meet Don Crowther again this year to see how he made out for his Aetna Life program. They tell me all the stout fellows got two tries.
While we're on the subject, it seems that a few more '34's got to Hanover recently. Reported at the Inn at various times are Dr.and Mrs. Edwin B. Thomas of Brighton, Mass., and Dr. and Mrs. Robert M. Smith of Winchester, Mass. Just to prove that the medical profession is not the only one to provide this sort of affluence, it is also reported that Mr. W. Langdon Powers, respected member of the firm of Sherburne, Powers and Needham of Boston, was also in temporary residence at that hostelry, and anybody who mentions that the loud clang of ambulance bells is interwoven throughout this labored plot will be drummed out of the class. According to our records, Ed is at the U.S. Marine Hospital doing EENT work, which must mean the see no, hear no, smell no, etc., department, and Smitty is at Children's Hospital in Boston as director of that stuff that doesn't let you feel anything and is so hard to spell.
Anent the medical profession, this class is loaded with psychiatrists and they, in whole or in part, might point out that too much of this nostalgia is not good for the framisoid, but in the hopes that you'd like to know, just—
20 YEARS AGO this time The Dartmouth and Mayor Curley of Boston were all wound up in a death struggle over the site of the Dartmouth-Stanford game. After reaching a climax of a head which read "Curley bird gets the worm?", the parties resolved their differences and Jim was allowed to go his merry way unfettered by the scorn of TheDartmouth .. . the 136-year-old Old White Church burned down in the most spectacular blaze seen in years .. . the sets for The Mikado were being prepared with the able assistance of W. A. Craig and W. W. Winchester, both of '34 ... the DOC summer crew for Moosilauke included Banfield and Hill of 1934....
Officer Ferguson and the "feds," on a tip, captured a car with 360 quarts of beer and ale. The car was smashed .. . and an indestructible member of the class of 1931 fell to the ground from the fourth floor of Toplifl: while trying to get into his room. The resulting slight headache might have been due to any of several things, including overstudy.
MEN OF DISTINCTION DEPT William S. Carr, Portland, has been named a Maytag regional sales manager for sixteen counties in Maine and two in New Hampshire, it was announced recently by the Maytag Company. Before assuming his new position with Maytag, Carr was a sales supervisor for Canada Dry. During World War II, he served 3½ years with the infantry and was discharged as a first lieutenant. He is married to the former Rebecca Fox of Portland, and they have two sons, Douglas, 4½ and William, 1. Mr. Carr is a native of Cleveland, Ohio. He is a member of the Dartmouth Club, Blue Lodge and Toastmasters.... In this department we might also include this month a young fellow who appeared in Life this week in a picture of a press conference held at Key West by President Truman. In the front row, practically in Harry's lap and sporting a shirt to rival any there, was our respected classmate and journalist, Ernie Barcella, of UP.
From the press also, our VITAL STATISTICS.... Mr. and Mrs. Frank C. Hertler, Belmar, N. J., announced the engagement of their daughter, Miss Shirley M. Hertler to Amos E. Kraybill Jr. Mr. Kraybill, a graduate of the University of Newark, school of law, is a practising attorney with offices in Asbury Park, N. J.... and from far-off Tulsa, Oklahoma! we are informed that Tulsa's fast-talking book reviewer, author, composer and radio commentator, Lewis Meyer, has taken himse f a bride, the former Natalie Rapaport, the wedding having taken place on April 1 in New York City. The bride, who was born in Germany, is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Alexander J. Rapaport of New York. For years (sic) folks have listened to Lewis's pro- gram, Values We Live By, over KVOO and he has a disc jockey show on KAKC. He's also an attorney and serves, at times, as rabbi at the Sapulpa synagogue (and in your spare time, Lew?).
In borrowing these items over the past few months from news clippings, we seem to have acquired a habit which might at first be taken for a flattering change of pace. But, like the chameleon, we adopt the protective coloration of the background from which the info springs and thus hope to put on other shoulders the necessary checking for accuracy. However, there is another very helpful aid to the secretary which in the case of our class at least, works beautifully. Anything addressed "Dear John," "Dear Jack," or "Dear Stinky" received by Gilbert or Foley we, rightfully, assume could apply to either or both, and the material is adapted to the work at hand.
For instance... from Reno, Nev., MartyJohnson says, "You probably won't remember me 'from Adam' inasmuch as I left school in 1933 for the South. However, Dartmouth seems more like my Alma Mater than the two colleges I did graduate from (U. of Wyo. —1934; U. of Colo.—1937, LLB)" ... and likewise from the wide open spaces where, etc., Bill Gilmore says,
"I arrived out here (Scottsdale, Ariz.) September 7 after stopping for a couple of very fine days with the Houck's at Lookout Mountain. They sure spread out the old southern hospitality. On the Bth Norma got on an airplane with the four kids and came out.
"We have a wonderful house out here—large enough to hold square dances in. It is made of mud, glass, and a little cement but if the Indians can live in them I guess we can also. Hadn't been here but a couple of weeks when I went to a cocktail party and left owning a pigeon ranch where I raised the finest squabs in the southwest. I did all the work which wasn't too bad except that I was usually covered with blood and (my, my: Ed) which was too messy. I am now in the real estate business and only the good Lord knows what I will get into next."
Bill is enthusiastic about the weather, the country, and the improvement in the physical condition of both himself and young Bill. He offers sanctuary to anyone passing through Phoenix and will meet any plane, train or bus upon notification sent to Route 1, Box 436, Scottsdale, Ariz. He adds "Have done a little flying, but just for fun. I go out with the local mortician who has an ambulance plane and we bring patients in from all over the country."
By the time this particular jumble of scrambled notes, uneasy quotes and Gaelic gaucheries has, through the unerring touch of Widmayer and his staff, reached the stage of deathless prose, the first magazine-year of yesec will be practically wrapped up. In the same bandana will be wrapped also an old pair of pajamas and a reasonable quantity of Kentucky Tavern against the chills and vapours of Hanover on the annual college strawberry festival weekend for sees., treas., etc. Wish you could all be there, but rest assured that we shall at all times have your best interests in mind. Hah!
NEW ASSIGNMENT: As Regional Sales Manager, William S. Carr '34 is now responsible for sales in 16 counties in Maine and two in New Hampshire, for Maytag Co. He makes his home with his wife and two sons in Portland.
Secretary, 12 Berwick St., Worcester 2, Mass.
Treasurer, 107 Riverview St., Waltham, Mass.
Class Agent, 370 Central Ave., Orange, N. J.
