1918

Pauline and Paul Sperry (vice president textile finishers, The Pond Lily Cos., New Haven) were in Hanover a while back. Paul (exroomy of good old George Murphy whom the writer and Dan Shea would enjoy seeing) is a yacht man at Corinthian, Essex, and Pine Orchard Yacht Clubs; the latter of which our Tom Sturgess was or is Commodore and where wife Alice and sons Mac and Charlie have lived on and in the water.

'18's Sulphur-and-Molasses spring party, N. Y. City, Fri., April 18th. Out of towners attending these occasions in the past, who we hope will be here this year, are George Arnold, Eric Ball, George Carpenter, HortChandler, Ducky Drake, Duke DuSossoit,Eddie Felt, Dave Garrett, Grizzy Griswold,Tommy Groves, Ed Ilea ley, George Hull, DonJdacaulay, Clarence Opper, Jack O'Donnell,Bob Ritter, Fat Sheldon, Tom Shirley, JackStorrs, Al Street, Phil Tusting and Henry (Henri; sorry) van Zelm. How we wish JimCarpenter and Al Zulick could be with us atrain! We recall Ed Healey telling of a noontime challenging Bill Cunningham '19 (who often played the organ at chapel) to go on over and "get the organ rocking." Bill took the challenge, and having a key to the chapel they went over. "Strange thing," Eddie said, "we never were kicked out of College, because I can still hear roaring through the nave the tune of 'Come Dance with Me, Minnie McGhee.' " Ed's greatest stimulus in life was Craven Laycock, who placed his hands on Ed's shoulders and said, "Ed, you'll carry high the banner of Dartmouth College throughout your life, we know you will." The way folks speak of Ed and Luke, you know they both have more than met Craven's faith in them.

"I know from my own student days, and from more recent experience in this job, that the average undergraduate is not greatly interested in where the College gets its income, except as it gets it from him in the form of tuition charges. This is natural enough, and I'm not one who thinks that a college student can be expected to worry about all the problems of the College as well as the world, but I do think that you might be interested in knowing that last year more than 15,000 individual alumni raised and presented to each of you about $200, for the purpose of putting you through Dartmouth, regardless of whether you are receiving scholarship aid or not." Those were the fine words of Pres. John Dickey, in one of .his talks to the student body. No contributor to the Alumni Fund need feel bad that his gifts to the Alumni Fund are going direct to the student who is getting on the average $200 a year help from us—the alumni.

A cheery hello came from good old Gus Gustafson wishing us strength to carry on this job which is most rewarding. Sometime back before we lost Al Zulick, Gus had said, "the old Pride and Sage of Orwigsburg, Pa., was the funniest man ever did see. I used to laugh myself in convulsions when we used to rehearse our act for class shows. ... Nebaska farmer Al Sibbernsen, who threatens to eat his own crops and let the city slickers scram," scribbled on a card sometime back ". . . the Madam is very busy presently teaching her oldest grandson to skate, and my aim is to be able to stay on my feet, let alone a pair or skates" . . . and referring to Duke duSossott J announcement that he's entered thes breeding field ot short horns and had named the bull StanleyJ ones, Sib continues, "... I have not the least doupt that this Jones bull is brave and illustrious with the potency of his namesake, but business of settling the above mentioned two steers in calr by such a brave and illustrious bull as Jones must be explained in greater detail. No cheating please. ... A welcome shaft of light from John O Gara says, "in spite of the Caudles and other strange characters around this town (Wash., D. C.) our business goes along very well and I like it."

Kid Lucier's A 1 Jr., lost to Dartmouth, is a soph at Yale. The happy violinist, whosehost or Dartmouth friends always enjoyed his genial good fellowship (was Pres. of the College Club and former Mayor of Nashua, N. H.) was about to move to his new home at the north end of the town after stalling of the builders made constant delay. The minute Al moved to his new house, another couple was going to move into his old house, and still another couple was going to move into the house of those who were moving into Al s old house—get it? Well, at the zero hour, when pivot man Kid Lucier got to moving, the moving vans were thick around the town and first thing you knew some of the kid's furniture to go in the new house had wound up in the house of those going into Al's old house—. ... Our deepest heartfelt sympathy to Walt Willand (Asst. Div. Head of Int Rev. office in Portsmouth, N. H.) who lost his Dad in Nov., the former Mayor of that outstanding town Dover, N. H. (Thanks, Jake Bingham. for the news.) A good looking husky, Dartmouth basketball player is Douglas Dodge,.son or Leon, who is on the Alton High basketball team.

Visitors at the Hanover Inn not many months back were Edith and Dick Holton, Barbara and Harvey Hood, and daughters Helen, Barbara Churchill and Olivia Churchill Hood. S'pose Winston splices in some Hood's homogenized with his champagne and stogies? Chaunce Hood might know-he came from one .son of John Hood who came over in 1648. Harvey came from the other. They (the Hoods) stayed at a smart little Inn in Switzerland which friends had raved about, only a few hours from St. Moritz. Also in Switzerland, figure skating and teaing, was Prise ilia Shirley, who had gone over to share some of the thrills daughter Patsy was having. Dirt farmer Tom cracked,

"This cuts me out of a trip to Florida." 'Twas this same rugged hog feeder from Shirley Hill, Manchester, who once expressed the philosophy that he would like to leave his children enough cash so they could be independent—at least a bit. (Are you listening, Bobby and Betty.) Once in his early business career Tom thought his job was threatened from a stand he had taken. He knew he was right. Over that weekend, awaiting a decision he alternately fainted and fought, but he stood his ground and he was right and he won out. The Seaford, L. 1., jurist Judge Henry J. A. Collins, whose arm was painfully injured weeks back when the garage door slammed on it, was pitching since then as Chairman of the $167,000 Nassau Boy Scout Campaign, and missed the last class dinner attending the Testimonial Dinner to the Lieut. Governor. . . .

Dotty and George M. Davis are happy over the arrival of granddaughter Laurie Sunderman Jan. 27. Laconic George wrote, .. All surviving the birth of the new baby in great style. Mother fine, baby grand, father survived, grandma bearing up well." You should see grandma and grandpa after basking two weeks in the Bermuda sunshine! ... 'Twas the 85-yr.-young father of Curt Glover, still presiding over the soda fountain in the drugstore at Lawrence, Mass., who instilled into his grandchildren (no small part belonged to Ruth Glover) the fibre that Curt's two boys have shown.

Sure, Curt is VP of Write, Inc., big mfgrs. of carbon paper and typewriter ribbons and he was an MCS at Tuck School, 2nd Lt World War I Capt. of Soccer Team, Circulation Mgr. of Jack- O and roommate of Louie Hobbs and Hort Chandler, but it was son Bill's treat to serve under the famous Yale swimming coach, Kiphuth, where Bill aid an outstanding job and kept himself fit and sharp as a razor blade. Yale would have liked to have son John, now freshman at Dartmouth and just elected Capt. of freshman swimming team. Johnnie was schoolboy All-American, having won the 50 and 100 yd. free style events in the Natl. School Boy Meet last.year

Hubie McDonough never told you; he kidded along; he was such delightful company and you knew when he spoke seriously he was on the target. On the subject of over-emphasis in Manchester, N. H., football, the newspapers last fall said .. . Manchester's Hubert B. McDonough is a distinguished scholar, a genial gentleman and one ot the great scholastic athletic leaders of all time We have great respect for his opinions, on and off the playing field. Nevertheless, in his interview today with Sports Editor Leo Cloutier we feel that Hubie goes some distance toward disproving his own thesis on the question of football over-emphasis in our high schools. It is the contention ot Former Coach McDonough that there has not been, and is not, any over-emphasis in the local high school picture. Yet in almost the same breath Mr. McDonough is moved to complain that the load carried by football is out of all proportions to what it ought to bear."—then the article goes on to intimate that what Hubie calls "the load is what the writer called "over-emphasis."

Doc George Daniels is optimistic about getting out of Summit Park Sanatorium at Pomona, N. Y., this fall. Let's hope the wonder drugs have helped him. He told of being home at Christmas time and what a treat it was with his two boys, one of whom is in his 2nd yr. at Columbia. .. . Doc Joe Quincy, whom Eddie Ferguson sees frequently and who got a setback with virus sometime in Jan., told about one of his young nieces married to an outstanding West Pointer last May, a Jet pilot on his 39th mission out of Tokyo leading a squadron of 10 planes, who was blown to bits. Last we knew Joe was seeing patients of his and was coming along nicely....

Class Dinner N. Y. City March 1. BillChristgau was first on the scene but had to leave quickly. Gerry Geran, the vital vegetable eater (no meats but 6 to 8 cups of coffee a day) was there and reported, "Yesterday evening I was having my dinner quietly in a fine restaurant in the Chrysler Bldg. when I was unceremoniously belted on the back of my neck so hard I thought I was in two pieces. I managed to look around in time to see SteveMahoney beating a hasty retreat in the direction of the door. He seemed much pleased at my annoyance or recovery, I couldn't say which. Before I could commence my part of the conversation, Steve led right off with the information that he had returned that very day in Feb. from an extended trip to the hinterlands bordering the Gulf of Mexico and the weather in N. Y. was too severe for him." Slipped to us by Gerry was a fine treatise on the merits of cremation, and, said Gerry, "You can even stand by and see yourself go up in smoke."

Howie Park, who has sold his house in Jersey and moved up to Conn., was there, and firmly entrenched in his role of that " '2Bish 'lBers." Howie who has bought and sold more real estate for the huge Socony Vacuum Cos. than probably any dozen men, wasn't exactly prodding us to give our landlord a voluntary additional 15% increase in rent, but, said he, "Regulations and rent ceilings are one of the first ways of going to Socialism or Communism because ever since regulations and low rent controls beginning in 1918 or earlier in France, they haven't built a single thing." Also there and looking like a rosy Delicious apple was the fashion model Pete. Colwell, with a sharp tie and carnation in his buttonhole, and said he, "The other afternoon Evelyn and I went up to see Johnny and.Ann (Johnston) and you might be interested to know that we stayed for supper and Johnny himself prepared some simply delicious crepes suzettes for us on some special equipment that Ann gave him for Christmas for this purpose. If you like this sort of stuff, you had better make up to Johnny."

The genial host Johnny had his bar bill packed with drinks for others (always the most gracious host) and told of his busy days at Hanover when he was typing and taking shorthand for four professors and occasionally writing themes for Marty Straus and others. Perhaps because recommended to Hanover by the then Gov. of Massachusetts, he lived in Hitchcock Hall—"the Gold Coast." Said Johnny, "The birds running Delta Alpha decided I would be Jack Johnson and BotsYoung would be Sy Young and that we should stage a bout but not until after they stripped us to our shorts and carefully laid flypaper all over our bodies. I started gently and did not want to hurt Bots. First thing I know he slapped my nose and it gushed out like a fountain. That made me mad. In due time I had Bots' nose the chopper and after a bit of struggle we wound up good friends."

The great Rhinelander Estates maintenance man for real estate investments in Manhattan, Bob Knotules, thought this was the top of the market, and presenting us with two of his cards, said, "When you're down in Florida, give one to Johnny Thayer and one to Otto Kubin in Stuart, Fla., and ask them if they have a small house down there for about $7OOO, 3 or 4 rooms where we can rent out one and where we want to go for a few weeks in the winter from now on without being exhausted trying to find a berth at night." Ethel and Bob were planning to go to Cuba or Florida this winter but decided against it.

Also at the class dinner was Ned Ross who relaxed and enjoyed himself. Gerry Geran seemed irritated that the boy from Lebanon gave him such a high-level hand shake but passed it off as bursitis of the elbow. There also was cher Paul Miner, who keeps great warmth in his ties with la belleFrance and would like very much to bring here Henrietta, whose grandmere in Soissons (in World War I) always used to tote her around. Paul was eternally indebted to grandmere for le Sucre she managed to get for Paul's oatmeal. Paul being an early riser, there was little oatmeal or little sucre left for conducteurs Gill, Earley, Pounds and Jones.

Walter Ross was at the dinner and looked relaxed and very well indeed even though he works under tension in that magic laboratory of inventions, namely Bell Tel. Labs. Back from an extensive trip in Texas and the West, was Syl Morey and the "Fruit" was much downcast as were we all that Jack Storrs had called "the Blimp" and Tobey had called him back. Jack hadn't stayed by the phone so we all lost the pleasure of seeing Sailor Storrs. Also there was prodder par excellence RogerHo-wland whose booming bass voice was soon recognized by the Dartmouth Glee Club, and WartMcElwain was delighted as were we all to see Howie Park. Missed was Prank Clahane, who had recently made a safari to Wilkes Barre, Pa., for Moody's and we can't imagine a tougher assignment than one which Frank would handle better than anyone we know; this job which means calling on commercial and mutual savings banks, sitting down with the Board of Directors and advising them on their entire portfolio,—a tough spot to be in.

Missed at the dinner was Jules Van Raalte, Pres. of the huge Thompson, Starrett Cos., whose efficient organization was awarded the $35 million hydroelectric project financed by ECA in Turkey—and which helps tremendously to strengthen Turkey's position in the defense organization. Van has heavy responsibilities and we missed him. His wife Janet, once our admirer who kept us posted on Jacques Fath's latest in hemlines, sent us a postcard in Jan., "Dear Ernie. It was younot Red Hulbert—l spoke to—it was N. Y. not the Bronx—it's St. Louis and not Cleveland—otherwise you are a great reporter."

Missed also at the 'lB party was 'lB's North Pole Stefansson Eric Ball, the man who really made more 'lB parties by his generous gifts of oysters. He's so hardy he slips out in the wintertime to check his boat in his slippers, trousers and shirt. These hardy Eskimos still might enjoy warmer climates of St. Petersburg, Fla., where it is hoped that 'lBers will see "the man of distinction" good old Pat Case, whose very pleasant and very industrious Louise takes good care of him. He is at 785-19 th Ave., St. Petersburg.

Missed by a hair was Hort Chandler who had been in N. Y. the night before. After his 33 years of service with the military, he received an honorary award from his many friends in Manchester. Hort frequently dines with Dick Cooley and sees the hardworking Edith ever alert in Cooley's famed gift shop. "Yes," said Hort, "I'll be down for the party on April 18th for it's Patriot's Day in Mass., and fast day in N. H. Now that a large part of the Alumni Fund goes direct to scholarships, each one has an opportunity to enjoy funding a substantial part of an annual scholarship which is about $l5OO a year. Let's welcome any encouragement Dick gives us to raise our sights in our gifts to the College. Yes, '18 is always well represented, but take out the Harvey Hoods and the Marty Strauses, the Bill Arnolds and some of the others, and where would '18 be?"

A 1918 BACKGROUND in this picture of President Truman at Key West, Fla., is provided by Phil Sander son '18 (center, behind the photographers), editor of "The Portsmouth (N. H.) Periscope.

JAMES C. BINGHAM '18 briefly leaves his duties as public relations representative for the Boston & Maine, to enjoy the country north of Concord. With him is daughter Jane, Colby Jr. College freshman.

Secretary, 74 Trinity Place, New York 6, N. Y. Treasurer, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H. Class Agent, East N. Y. Savings Bank, 2644 Atlantic Ave., Brooklyn 7, N. Y.