1916
George Dock, advertising man, magazine writer, bird watcher and expert on bird species, life, migrations and whatnot, wrote me a very interesting letter, closing with the admonition, all too common among our classmates, that the letter is for my personal perusal and not for publication. The more interesting the letter the more reluctant they seem to have me share it with the rest of the Class. (Yes, I am pointing my finger right at you, Judge Phillips). Maybe by the time I get around to writing another newsletter, George will relent and let me inform you of some of his activities aside from writing advertising. Imagine an advertising man hiding his light in this manner!
Ev Parker, that peerless, perambulating purveyor of property, writes the following potent line, "It's about time I checked in with the Secretary, etc." which is a thought I heartily recommend to the whole Class, especially the boys who haven't checked in recently or for even a longer time than that. Ev tells me that Ros Magill was in Denver to address the Colorado Public Expenditures Council at a luncheon. Ros came to bat third, after the governors of Colorado and Wyo- ming had led off with a few thousand well- chosen words, but acquitted himself extremely well, with what Ev describes as "the most casual and charming manner." Ev lined up a nice cocktail party for Ros, with all the Big Green locals invited, but ended up with no guest of honor, since Ros got a sudden wire to be in Toledo, 0., in the morning to give a hand to a big industrial firm there who were in some kind of jam that Ros is skilled in getting loosened up.
Rog Evans, who flits around the globe on earth-shaking errands the nature of which are a mystery to me, also stopped over in Denver, was met at the plane by Ev, fed on Colorado steak and then related some of his experiences in the well known Evansian manner. Ev apparently felt remorse at not letting Rog get to bed instead of keeping him talking, but whoever thought of such a thing in connection with a Dartmouth bullfest? They put Roger on the plane next day after driving him around the foothills for a look at the scenery.
Another Denver visitor at the Parker home is Bob English, Jack's oldest son, who is at Lowry Field learning to be an aerial photographer. Being an accomplished musician, piano player and singer, and a chip off the old block in the art of being a good mixer, Bob is a welcome guest.
Finally, Ev enclosed a clipping from the Denver Post, with an article on the drive of the Denver University Ski Team, national collegiate champions, to raise money for a trip to the Dartmouth Winter Carnival. A picture shows Ev, with Norris Williamson and Hart Gilchrist, Dartmouth grads, presenting a check from the Denver Dartmouth Alumni to help the Denver University team, a gesture which called for some very nice comments from Jack Carberry, sports editor, who included in his column these very graceful words: "We are all Colorado citizens," Mr. Parker said, "and we do want Colorado represented in the great Carnival. Should Dartmouth win we want them to win from the best; if they lose we want them to lose to the best." Since the editor had previously put the Carnival in Hanover, Mass., he accepted the check in order to move the Denver ski team from Massachusetts to New Hampshire.
By now you know that Bill McKenzie, Mr. Energy of 1951, has agreed to remain on the job as Class Agent for one more year, in spite of the fact that he has put in five years on that job and is also Class President. Only those who have worked with Bill on this an- nual project know how much work and thought he has put into it, at great sacrifice of his time and other activities. I hope the Class appreciates this fact, and that all will do what they can to make his terrific burden a bit lighter this year.
Charlie Cressey sent me a note with a veiled boast about his three grandchildren, who will undoubtedy be in Dartmouth in the future, according to Charlie.
"Mabel and I," writes Gil Tapley, "Drove out to see Gran and Ruth Fuller in their new home yesterday. They and it are as attractive and hospitable as you would expect. Apparently, Gran is still vigorous enough for a 50- year-old (can this be true, Gran?— Ed.) but it was possible to persuade him to stop cleaning windows preparatory to installing storm windows. Now they'll probably have to waste fuel for another week, but it was good to see them again. Dick Parkhurst and I meet every now and then at an old timers' male garden club in Winchester. It's a very congenial group."
Gardner Morey writes to Jim Coffin: "This has been a happy year for the Moreys. Both son an daughter bought homes, the latter a century-old farmhouse that they are modernizing. My daughter's three boys are growing handsomely, and my daughter-in-law will present us with another grandchild. Stirling's mention of Leo Rosen reminded me of the time, freshman year, when we stacked his and Johnny Monahan's room with statues, pictures (you remember the kind) and hard cider just before John's parent arrived to visit him. Perc Burnham and I roomed next to Leo and John that year."
Also Jimmy tells me that Class dues havebeen slow coming in. Nuffsed!
Sam and Lou Cutler, vacationing in Bermuda, sent a, picture of their ship OceanMonarch. Lou, who signed the card, said, "Sam hopes to get in some deep sea fishing tomorrow. Our grandchild is a most unusual child." I am still pondering that one and perhaps it has some deep significance.
Who do you think was the M.C. at the Annual Banquet of the Dartmouth Club of Cleveland, at the meeting of the College Alumni Council? You are correct, it was the old master of M.C's—Fletch Andrews. Wish I could have heard him.
Ernie Earley, Secretary-Chairman of the Class of 1918, a very good class, by the way, was good enough to tell me about Ed Riley being appointed to the Executive Committee of the U. S. Council of the International Chamber of Commerce. The appointment was announced by George A. Sloan, chairman of the council. Ed, as you know, is vice president of General Motors.
Your Secretary was re-elected to the same office in the Aztec Club of 1847 at its recent annual meeting, held in Washington on February 2, 1952, the anniversary of the signing of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. This election possibly indicates a lack of sales resistance on my part rather than any great achievements as Secretary of the Aztecs during 1951. but it has been a pleasure to work with such men as our Past President, Gen. U. S. Grant 3rd. And speaking of that, I should be pleased to be notified when members of the Class are elected to chairs in various organizations to which they belong.
Sorry I have no photo to go with this issue, but the Jar dine is on the West Coast with his candid camera and I should get a windfall soon.
Secretary, Dartmouth House 8606 Broad Brook Dr., Bethesda 14, Md. Treasurer, 27 Concord St., Nashua, N. H. Bequest Chairman, Hampton, N. H.
