1914
Nothing is deader than yesterday's news and Sno-bird is dead and melted, but one or two aftermaths insist on publicity. For instance, the following letter from a well-known Hanoverian is typical.
"February 25. Dear Ducky:—Ruth and I want to thank you and the Famous Class of 1914 for inviting us again to the Sno-bird. It has always been a wonderful party, but from the outsiders' view this was perhaps the best. We certainly enjoyed it tremendously.
"I have gotten the impression that it may sometimes be a little hard to know just which Hanoverians to invite, and consequently some diplomatic problems involved. I should just like you to know that much as we enjoy Sno-bird, we would understand if you decided that you wanted to pass it around a little! Hope to see you in May if not before."
Fred Davidson arrived in Hanover with a silver-plated shovel for emergency use in case he was snowbound. We understand that it was used at the dedication ceremony of one of the New Rochelle schools, Fred being a member of the committee. .. . The HamBarnes were showing fascinating pictures of Korea, sent by young Ham, who is at the front in the infantry. Pennel and Mrs. Aborn reported to be in the list of box holders for the Boston Opera season... . Ernie Kimball is being watched closely by Louise, now that he has taken on the added burden of a real estate business. Recently moving from Horace Street to 116 Beatrice Circle at Belmont, Ernie now has three parcels of land, two winter homes and a summer home. One of our really affluent members.... I can't for the life of me remember who it was in our group who recently visited Mt. Holyoke. Yes I can. It was Marjorie Nichols—who was thrilled to find that her charming guide was none other than Connie, daughter of Dean Emerson.
George and Margaret Wheatley had a delightful mid-winter vacation in Florida. Other temporary southerns include the Abe Newmarks and Ellsworth Bucks, Dutch and LenaBurnham, Mary Flanders, the Ted Mains and Gordon Sleeper. In this connection, a clipping from the New Hampshire Sunday News shows a picture of Mary Flanders registering with her father Col. William Parker Straw, president of the Amoskeag Savings Bank of Manchester, and her son Charles F. Flanders officiating as room clerk.
On January 31, in the Parish House, the Presbyterian Men's Club, of Rye, N. Y., continuing their series of programs featuring world famous personalities, were greatly impressed by Lester K. Little, advisor to the Minister of Finance for the Chinese Nationalist government. Lay spoke on the aims and objectives of the Committee for a Free Asia of which he is New York representative.
Early in January Hal Castle had the misfortune to break his hip and is facing five or six months on crutches. Incidentally his address is c/o Chicago Flag and Decorating Co., 823 South Wabash Ave., Chicago 5. That is truly bad news.
Have you paid your Class dues? This is the last shot before the Alumni Fund is in full swing and from now on the Fund should be and is the big Dartmouth objective. Incidentally. if you send yours along now, you can always send a second installment late in June.
Things are picking up in the secretary's correspondence. On March 5, 1952, came a letter from Bill Breslyn in reply to one written to him on November 9, 1946. Will some of the rest of you fellows get busy and answer some of my letters from '46 through '49? We won't ask you to start on this decade yet awhile.
From Marion Warren, "We have a new grand-daughter, born December 21, and John let me have a beautiful seven weeks' trip out to La Jolla, Calif., to take care of the mother and her three beautiful children. They have a boy and two girls now and it was a great joy to me to have that trip and care for those dear ones. John and the two boys were keeping bachelors' hall for Christmas."
Our busy parson, pastor of The Church in the Highlands at White Plains, N. Y„ appears to be completely jammed up with a high pressure schedule. Regretted missing Sno-bird and can't even find time for the movies. Lite also regrets that Sno-bird has to come just before Lent. "But of course you have to have them in the snow season."
The following address, changes are of in terest:
Harold L. Dunbar, c/o Jo-Ann Footwear, 2200 Centineld, Los Angeles, Calif., at 45351/2 W 18th Street Bob is a shoe designer and a model maker. Harold A. Stiles, 6721 N. Washington Blvd., Arlington 13, Va. Col. George R. Jones, 2801 Quebec St., N. W., Washington, D. C.
For the first time in years, your secretary missed the annual dinner of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Boston on February 26, and hasn't the slightest idea who of the '14ers were present. It was a real disappointment not to attend. Reason,—a previous engagement to show Dartmouth movies in the old home town.
We have, from time to time, referred to Fletch Colby as one of the leading Urologists in the Boston area, and the MAGAZINE has made him everything from an Urologist to a Neurologist. To clear the atmosphere, we have every reason to believe that Dr. Colby s nerves are under perfect control and we were pleased to receive recently several reprints of papers by Dr. Colby from the New EnglandJournal of Medicine, Radiological Society of North America, and the Journal of Urology, on subjects that are probably not included in your dictionary.
The life of a secretary is hard. He tries to make everyone happy and all in reply is insults, slaps and kicks. It has recently been reported that Jack Field wrote the following: to Vinal Haven, Me.
"Dear John: The notes in the MAGAZINE this time remind me that I have not said a word to you since 1949. Do you know, I don't believe I'd call Ducky a plain damned liar like you did, even though as you and I both remember, he did the same thing back about '49, when he said you were in the lobster business. (Incidentally, my father was a '49er by birth, and I could not possibly have written letters at that time). I guess I'd say that he is just misguided, misinformed and otherwise liking in many attributes that any man who spends his summers in Maine should have. Personally, I doubt if the so-and-so could catch a flounder, let alone a trout. The insinuation in his editorial note sort of burns me, because he evidently means that your back and mine are as limp as his. True, I don't dig clams, now, but you can, I am sure, and if he wants to do a little bowling, and I mean ten pins with a 16 pound ball—not that ladies' game of candles with a three pound ball—I'll take him on. If he can beat 235 out of a possible 300 that I did the other night, I'll take back all the bad things you and I both think about him. Besides, I am damned sure he couldn't take the burden of bowling that heavy stuff every Monday and Wednesday night. Added to all that, I don't like and I don't think you do, his dirty crack about your being in moth-balls. If luck holds, Nan and I will be in Maine the first two weeks in June, and I sure hope we '14ers in that area can get together, meaning the Potters, the Files and you folks. We might even go fishing for clams. ... By the way, I attended the annual luncheon before Christmas at Toledo, along with Frank Dennen '15, whom you may remember. He is with Gulf Refining (a thoroughly Dartmouth outfit, thanks to Ducky Drake, not our misguided classmate). . . . May your clams get larger and the lobsters more plentiful, and I hope you still get them without working for them, and that's for Drake."
The above came to the office in a poorly spelled, unpunctuated epistle, illegibly written on dirty paper. After giving up Peppard as hopeless, we now have a gopher burrowing under our foundations. Ah me!
Secretary, DR. 88 Sea Street, North Weymouth 91, Mass. Treasurer, 165 Marlboro St., Wollaston, Mass. Class Agent,152 Stuyvesant PL, Staten Island, N. Y.
