1931
A somewhat ancient-vintage Greek character once found his peace of mind disrupted by the necessity for steering a course between Scylla and Charybdis. I don't recall exactly how he made out, but I do remember that it was pretty tough going for a while ... and I know exactly how he felt. The course of this column is going to steer between two threatening bromides: "Silence is golden" and "No news is good news." Judging from the mail, each of you is a disciple to one or the other of those platitudes. There must always be an exception ... and so I say, blessings on you, Ernie Moorel not for one letter, not for two letters, but for three letters! Just to show how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness, I'm going to rush right out and stock up on some of those Jantzen foundations, even if I have to convert them into hammocks for the neighborhood playground. One of the items in the Moore missives was a vital statistic: Ernie and Angie adopted a daughter, Cathie, on August 12. I wish I were at liberty to quote more of Ernie's letter, but just take my word for it, when it comes to selecting the real nice people in this world, those two have to be high on the list of nominations.
Apparently the beautiful summer weather inspired some of our confreres to outdo themselves in shillelaghing that little pellet around the fairway. Ed Langenbach was holing the long ones in the Summer Twi Tournament in Weston, Mass., and our personable purveyor of palatable provender, the red-headed Gristede, copped the gonfalon in the memberguest medal tournament at Silver Springs, Conn. Seems that the aforementioned Mr. G. is currently reviving his Tuesday night forays with Charlie Schneider and Bob Frederick at the New York Athletic Club. He further reports that Red Rolfe is doing as well with the steel shafts as he used to do with the willow. (For the information of the New York gang, Gristede is starting plans for a couple of class dinners at the Dartmouth Club, one tentatively scheduled for the middle of November and the second sometime in April. You will be hearing about these.)
The things one sees when one watches TV! The other night (Tuesday, October 6) I flipped the set on to watch the Fred Allen show and who was sitting there in the seats of the mighty? ol'barnacle-hull himself, Peanuts Winslow. I called the studio and checked all over town but could not get in touch. To say the least and let's start there anyway the Skipper did a great job. From his relaxed air and studio presence, you'd have thought he had spent his life in front of the lights and lenses instead of wiping the salt water out of his eyes.
An item out of Hartford, Conn., announces that at the September meeting of the New England Associated Press News Executives Association, Rex Fall, the Berkshire Eagle, sat as a member of the executive committee.
Unless one of your local papers has adopted the current craze for lucky bucks, bonanza bills, magic money, etc., etc., you may not understand the following item. But for those in the know, an article in October 4 BostonHerald is pretty exciting: Paul Crehan's boy, Paul Jr. and his sister Anne located one of the bonanza bucks and turned it in for a thousand dollars. The account continues,
"Paul will save his share of the windfall to help put him through Dartmouth College". The Hanover Inn reports that CharlieWarne, Sam Groves, and Mr. and Mrs. CharlieNims have been casing the campus recently. Two other couples were listed among the returnees, but I'm not going to name them because they've already been mentioned in this column and I'm giving them no more free plugs until they write me some news.
Maybe you would be interested in knowing how many sons of '31 are at Hanover now: Wes Dingman's Anthony, Blaine Miller's Blaine III, Charlie Schneider's Charlie Jr. and Johnny Weisert's Conrad are in the freshman class. Len Clark's Len Jr. is the only one listed in the sophomore class. Johnny Cogswell's John, Sam Doty's (deceased) Pete, CliffWalker's Allan and Shep Wolff's Shep are juniors. Wes Dingman's Wes II and HenryReed's Francis are lofty seniors. I guess the nod goes to Wes Dingman as the '31 Dartmouth father.
A fast note from Sam Taylor out of Taylorville, III., sums up the passage of years very succinctly. He says, "Every year the Class of '31 column gets shoved farther from the back of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. See if you can put a stop to this." Sam, no matter what you and I might want to do about it, tempus is going to keep on fugiting.
How is that Memorial Fund piggy bank coming along? It might be a good idea every now and then to slip a couple of bucks into it when you wouldn't particularly miss them, so that when the time comes for Charlie McAllister to put the finger on your exchequer, you will be in shape to do it without slapping a mortgage on your wife. There's no sense in my telling you that the Memorial Fund is a vitally important part of Dartmouth's future; so we will just leave it as a gentle urge to make plans now for what you will want to do later. And remember ... no matter what the calendar says, you're always '31. Be seein' ya next month.
MOUNTAIN MIRTH: President Dickey's quip atop Mt. Washington tickles Hank Embree '30 (center), Alumni Council member and class memorial fund chairman, while Al Dickerson '30, director of admissions, misses the fun because of some diversion to his left—maybe the scenery.
Secretary, Lambert & Feasley, Inc. 60 E. 42nd St., New York 17, N. Y. Treasurer, 1512 Spruce St., Philadelphia 2, Pa. Memorial Fund Chairman, 224 Beverley Rd., Scarsdale, N. Y.
