Chicago

When I was in the Windy City (that's Chicago to the uninformed) the latter part of September, I drifted over to the Stevens Bldg. on a Monday noon and took in the Dartmouth lunch. There had been contact with some of the old timers, and so there was a fair turnout of guys, most of whom hadn't been to a Dartmouth lunch in years. It wasn't like the old days when it wasn't unusual to have a gang of sixty or more.

In those days when Nat Leverone '06, his brother, Louie '04, Hardy Walt Dakin '06, Russ Palmer '10, Heinie Urion '12, Secretary Warren Bruner '12, and a bunch of other standbys were active, there was a lot of planning and programming for the weekly lunches, plus weekly publicity, and the work hit pay dirt. In the year of 1925-'26 the weekly average for the entire year, including the summer months, was 65. Even during the depression years, an average of thirty to forty was maintained.

Al Lower '26 is sitting up in the president's seat this year. He had called a meeting of the executive committee that included among others Kentucky Henderson '16, who's made merry with the Alumni Fund these past two years, and Hank Embree '30, one of the intellectual lads during his college years, who's serving on the Alumni Council.

I counted ten ex-presidents at this lunch, including myself: Louie Leverone '04, a guy of boundless energy, even today; Genial Nat Leverone '06, who's mixed up in more activities than any bird I know and who travels the country over making speeches. His oratorial well never runs dry. There was Brainy BillWilliams '10, an advertising wheel; Tracy(Hot) Kohl '19, managing director of the Oak Park Arms Hotel; Don McKay '20, a legal luminosity in Chi; Nifty Ken Thomas '21, who's matured in appearance so as to qualify as a man of distinction, if you put a glass of Lord Calvert in his hand; Diamond Bill Juergens '23, who's never trod the boards as a benedict; and Bert Hallin '24, who was president last year. I almost overlooked ParkWashburn Stickney 'OB, a guy who's got Dartmouth printed on his brain and who's always doing something for the College, his Class, and his brothers in S.A.E.

A few other of the old bucks, as we used to call them, were there: Bub Coombs 'O7, an astute investment banker who hangs out at Paine-Webber, etc.; Mortie Grover 'll, a prac- ticing lawyer, who had the distinction during his college days of copping the prize for im- provejment in his studies between freshman and senior year; Pari Pfau 'l3, the thrush, whose golden tenor stood out over all other voices in Dartmouth hums he's changed less than most; and Cortland Bliss Horr '18, whose chest has slipped" down about a foot and. a half. He's, made plenty progress in the office supply game.

Present, also, were five or six of the younger guys whose names escape me. It's up to them, however, to build a fire under the Chicago Association and turn it into something alive and kicking. The old bucks are getting too tired to do an adequate job.

Secretary,3018 N. Sheridan Rd., Chicago 14, 111.