1916
A very delightful surprise came to me in a phone call from Austin Jennison, who was with us for only part of the course at Hanover. Austin was on a trip to Washington with friends from his home in Lansing, Mich., with Mrs. Jennison, and they dropped by Dartmouth House to see me. It is always a pleasure to see an old Sixteener, especially one I haven't seen for a long time. Mrs. Jennison informed me of what I already knew, that the Green still stands high with Austin. As so often happens in such cases we found we had some mutual friends dating back to the days of World War I.
Dick Parkhurst delivered an address on March 28 at the Third Annual Session of the Institute on Foreign Transportation and Port Operations, at the College of Business Administration, Tulane University.
Luckily for this column, in view of the shortage of news, I found a letter Rod Soule wrote me some time ago giving me the details of the Boston Alumni Dinner, and which I had filed in the wrong folder and overlooked. In his letter Rod said, "I just finished my weekly game of billiards with Duff Lewis. Duff and I have played billiards each week during the winter since about 1919. Strange as it may seem, we seem to get worse, not better. Maybe it's like my golf." At the time he wrote, Audrey had driven down to Key West which apparently is a yearly pilgrimage with her. Audrey had had an operation on her foot, but as soon as she was able to step on an accelerator she was bound to be off. Bill, their son, was flying down to drive back with her during his Easter vacation. Rod has in mind a summer home on Casco Bay, Me. (which he states may also turn out to be a winter home as well). He has the land and has drilled a well, so it looks like a sure thing. From what I have heard of the Casco Bay country, it must be a wonderful spot in summer. I had better omit comment on what I have heard of Maine winters, but with a good radio, some books, plenty to eat, ample firewood and a case or two of what Pegler refers to as Old Stepfather, it might not be too bad to be snowed in for a winter. However, having read Ethan Frome in the Dartmouth Library it might be better to make that three cases of Old Stepfather.
Paul H. ("Kike") Davis, from Belgium and all over is now listed as living at East Jaffrey, N. H. Alec Jardine, as already announced, will he at Sagamore, Mass., all summer and maybe innser Kenneth Ross, who has been in Washington for some years with the Federal Power Commission, is living at 56 Mackay Ave., Port Washington, N. Y„ but since Ken always commuted to New York every weekend I am without information as to whether this is an indication he is leaving Washington permanently or not.
I had occasion to write Ed Knight recently when our topnotch Washington quartet were scheduled to sing in Charleston. Unfortunately, Ed left town for his farm at Lewisburg before my letter got there, so he missed some good singing.
"I keep thinking," remarks Ed, that things will ease up as far as I am personally concerned and give me the opportunity to devote a little time to matters other than my present interests, but it does appear that with the diversity of present day problems only get busier. I do not know whether or not. my mod wife, who takes care of such matters, advised you of the arrival of a grandson on January 20 who has been named Edward Dana Knight III, 11 pounds 5 ounces, and already a fine Dartmouth prospect. Interestingly enough, the youngster appears to resemble my father more than either Ed or myself, which naturally is pleasing to both of (Ed's father was a Dartmouth trustee and a very jovial and interesting old gentleman, as I remember him at a Dartmouth, meeting in Richmond some years back.—Ed.)
"I had ten days' fishing in Florida off the St. Lucie Inlet, and just to cause a little mouth-watering on the part of Brother Cutler and others would advise that I caught 19 sailfish 17 of which were released, but did not spend half my time trolling taking plenty of opportunity to fish the reef and pick up, among other things a number of red snapper which we think is the champion of all eating fish. I also caught several barracuda on three-thread line the largest being 26 pounds which would have been comfortably over the record a couple of years ag , but now is about four pounds under. I also tried to get back my three-thread amberjack record, which was beaten about a year ago without any results, except for having my line broken on reefs so many times that probably all of the fashionable amberjacks in that part of the country are now wearing leaders with my compliments."
To all you fishermen that fishing jargon will make sense. Although I don't know much about fishing, I can see how it would be a pleasure to .sit back in a comfortable chair, with a glass in my hand and the warm sun overhead, and watch Ed struggling with ambercuddas and barrassnappers and such.
Alec Jardine was threatening to show up at the big show in Hanover this coming weekend, May 3, when the class secretaries, treasurers, and agents convene. Unfortunately I couldn't make it, not without doing an injustice to certain other people.
Mrs. Arthur G. ("Easty") Eastman has moved from "Windswept," the farm to which Easty had retired not very long before his death, at Whitingham, Vt., to Fair Haven. Understandably, the farm was too lonely after Easty left. She has been spending some time in St. Petersburg, Fla., but expected to go home about May 1.
I have been getting literature (probably other class secretaries have too) from the good old Lake Morey Inn. The Inn comes to mind whenever I think of reunions or Jack Curtin and the original Balmacaan A.C. outing. It would be nice to spend a summer in that idyllic spot.
Some time ago the supply of birthday cards which Alec Jardine contributed gave out. With them I seem to have lost some of my sources of news. It was something of a task to get them mailed so as to reach their destination on the right date, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, but so many guys came back with notes of thanks, into which they slipped a bit of news here and there, that I feel a loss. Maybe someone has a suggestion. I would willingly revive this pleasant means of communication, if so many of you didn't insist on being born in March and a few other congested months.
General Motors Annual Report features the photos of the big wheels in the Corporation, including Ed Riley, General Manager, General Motors Overseas Operations Division, and Vice President of General Motors, who has had 29 years' service with the corporation.
A note from Phil Nordell is full of his and Julia's activities in the big outdoors and I do mean big. One paragraph:
"But even after the little we've done, but much more what Mother Nature has done, the place has been transformed by the thousands of daffodil, cherry, crabapple, tulip and other blossoms and now the iris by the hundreds are ready to open and there are buds on many huge bunches of peonies—those white ones flecked with red, with lots of odor.
George Dock says he hush-hushes his bird- watching activities for fear people may get a picture of a weathered hag in dungarees and festooned with binoculars. However, George would be surprised to find that about every third person (outside New York City) is interested in birds. We watch them from our windows, put up nests, feed and water them. In return, they let us watch them.
Secretary, Dartmouth House 8606 Broad Brook Dr., Bethesda 14, Md.
Treasurer, 27 Concord St., Nashua, N. H.
Class Agent, 97 Mayfield Ave., Akron 3, O.
