1916
Bill McKenzie wrote me about the "arrival of Jack and Kay English at our house last night." I had heard from Jack that they were on their way to Mishawaka, Ind., to visit friends and would drive back through Canada. Bill was planning to get Cap Palmer and his wife and some other Dartmouth friends, so when we hear from Jack about this impromptu reunion, I know it will make good reading. Bill had just returned from a New England trip and so didn't expect to get to any of the football games. The McKenzies spent Labor Day weekend with the BobBroums and Ralph Parkers at Bob's summer place at Wolfeboro, N. H., visited Gran andRuth Fuller at Little Boar's Head, and "on the first evening five '16 couples got together for a dinner and evening—Beans, Fullers,Haywards, Georges and McKenzies. From there they went to Cape Cod and were joined by Bill Jr. and his wife, having a get-together with the Jardines at their Sagamore Beach home, and another with them at South Yarmouth for a lobster dinner. Alec's daughter Marion and husband and kids were along too. They ended up meeting Jean, the daughter who attended our class reunion, in New York on her way home from Europe. Well, that item about the McKenzies rang in a lot of classmates. He adds that he talked to JohnniePelletier in Ashtabula and John was planning on taking in the Harvard and Yale games.
A winter wedding, so the papers say, will unite Samuel E. Cutler Jr. and Gertrude Ford of Grosse Pointe Shores, Mich. These kids met on a tour of Europe this summer, and were part of a group which toured the continent for two months. Sounds like a pleasant way to find a wife.
I was saddened to learn of the death of "Desperate" Desmond, sometimes known as "Pinky." He was a right friendly classmate with a sound sense of humor, and I am sorry his business life kept him too far away to return for reunions. His obituary appears in this issue.
Betty and your secretary have just returned from a quickie 5-day vacation trip to the Great Smokies in Western North Carolina, and it was one of the most pleasant experiences I have ever had. I'll write it up in an early newsletter. Meantime, if my address changes to Hendersonville, N. C., don't be surprised. My quartet has been using a song which has a line, "Carolina is the place for me." And after looking it over, I believe it is.
Fletch Andrews has won still more recognition in his field of law and public service. He has been named impartial chairman of the Board of Administration of the Thompson Products Cleveland Pension Plan, an agreement between the company and the Aircraft Workers Alliance covering more than 15,000 hourly-rated workers in Greater Cleveland area factories. Stick around and Fletch will open a wage negotiation.
Guests at the Inn in late summer included Mr. and Mrs. Ken Tucker, Mr. and Mrs. BillBiel and Mr. and Mrs. Tony Garcia. Lucky people.
An interesting letter came from DutchDoenecke, vacationing at East Chop (what- ever that is), Oak Bluff, Mass. Dutch was all steamed up about the political situation, one way or another, but he wrote about Bill Costello, who showed up in New York for a while and who has now disappeared again; "Husky" Hearin, the Washington, D. C.-Alabama boy who stayed with us only one year, and who now passed on to his final exams, a likeable guy and a natural story- teller; Phil Nordell and Lary Ayer, who died in 1917. Dutch closes this nostalgic passage with the sage remark: "Our class certainly had and has a splendid group of men. We are indeed fortunate to be Sixteeners." And I can vouch for it that Dutch himself belongs in any group of "splendid men."
Jack English, who with Kay had dinner at the Newmarks' home in Salem, describes it as "functional, 1952-ish, comfy, cozy, and homey as any place I've seen or read about."
I can hardly wait to tell you Cap Carey's story of our late classmate AI Gluek, but it is too long for this space and must wait for a newsletter. Cap opened a letter to Jack, who is a student of the Russian language, with: "Have you fallen down the steppes?"
Lennie Joy, Bones' son, is working with an oil firm in Lubbock, Tex., as a geophysicist. Bones drove him down to his new assignment, through all the hot weather in the South- west, and going through Dallas, had a long phone talk with Holmes Green.
Good news comes from Shorty Shaw, via Kay. While in the hospital as a "gout" patient, believe it or not, he was invited to assist the surgical staff, and when the cool weather comes along, Shorty hopes to go back and do some more of this work. Due to his illness, Shorty has been unable to practice for a long time, and all of his friends will rejoice to hear that possibly his great skill as a surgeon (he was one of the best in New England) may sometime be available to the world again. That would be everybody's gain.
Abe Lincoln's son Richard is a senior at Harvard, David a freshman at Colby, and Donald a senior at Friends Academy.
Verda (Mrs. Phil) Davis checks in with a gaudily colored card from Bangkok, a stop on a world tour. Her party were to be received by the Governor of Calcutta and later by Nehru. She will have an interesting story when she returns.
By the time you read this Daylight Saving will be over, the Dodgers will have won the first game of the Series, Don Fuller will have celebrated a birthday amid good wishes of the Class, and I hope you will have received a Balmacaan Newsletter. If you don't, sue me.
A HELPING HAND: Bob Boyntcn '17 assists his grandson in some precocious labor.
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