1918
Occasionally we enjoy lunching with HomerHill at the H&H club. Homer intimated that whereas everybody complained about the Democrats' inflation (by pegging bonds) Republicans are doing the same thing, only by a different route Gene Markey has always kept Cort Horr au courant; Cort has pictures of Gene and his wife - all except his last marriage - so Gene, you've got to keep Cort's collection up to date. 'Twas Al Rice who really got Judy Horr into the modeling business. Al's Rosemary used to do it before she got into TV and show business. Cort envied the pleasure Bennie Mugridge got in Miami of having a nice visit with Chet Conlon.
How true, as John Dickey says: "The liberating experience of four undergraduate years at Dartmouth gives warm fellowship without even the use of words." "Place loyalty - where you can identify yourself as having been a part" - he continued, "is so very important." How true! When Tommy Groves remarked at Reunion last June that five years from now one reunion would be held for wives, the other for the men it was violently protested by Reed Montgomery and Tommy Bryant.... When Harry Hillman saw Dan Shea practising in the outfield with Bob Reese (freshman year), he told Shamus he was wasting his time. Before long Harry had needled Timber Top into the low hurdles, and for a long time around there, Dan held an unbeaten record. One of the great experiences at Hanover of Dick Woolworth and Dan Shea was Dan's first feel of a golf club when he and Dick began chopping some golf balls behind the Phi Doodle house. Suddenly Shamus lifted one out of the bullrushes and it sizzled madly through the air and through those colored church windows, on the landing of the Phi Doodle house. Dick and Dan flopped in the high grass until dusk, then sneaked into the Phi Doodle house and buried the golf clubs in the coal bin.
Dusty Rhodes' son, now 20, is in college in California, and was also in a movie. Accustomed to lying abed Sunday morning, Dusty was goaded to arise earlier than was his wont, because he had promised to have breakfast with a friend sailing for Europe. He felt it was hardly polite or cricket to yawn and say that he never got up before noon on Sunday; said his Saturday night habits were pretty well established long past curfew hours. For years Dusty has made us aware of the creative and cultural interests in NY City through his popular newspaper columns. He could have lied but he didn't, and so, he continues in his famed column, "Make Mine Manhattan" (Insurance Advocate) as follows: "Our destination was the Harvard Club where our friend had extolled the ? 'quite good breakfast' they served there until 9 o'clock. When we arrived, the lobby was empty. Eventually a uniformed servitor conveyed us into the spacious dining room whose oak panels are hung with oil portraits of Harvard greats, past and present. Sure enough there, miles (it seemed) away, sat our friend finishing his breakfast. The only other human being in the room. It seemed we were a bit late and that he'd gone on with his order, thinking we might not be coming after all.
"We mumbled apology, never letting on that this business nearly finished us, for after all the Bloke was sailing for France to loaf around his villa at Monte Carlo until spring. The least thing he could have done, under the circumstances, we thought, was to have laughed heartily and said, "You know, old boy, I do hope you've packed your things, because, you know, ha-ha, I've booked passage for you to come along and be my guest.' "Well, everything comes to an end, and he had to get ready for church and other appointments. We vaguely recollect discussing whether Shakespeare or Bacon really wrote those plays and the difference, in cost of living here and abroad. He promised to send us a postcard as we parted. We could hardly wait to get back to bed. Nearly three hours later, we got up for brunch, wondering what the hell sort of a nightmare we'd been through. Anyway, the thin slice of bacon and solitary egg that mark the Harvard's Club best breakfast didn't cause it."
Marjorie and Phil Boynton must be back from Florida by now. Marjorie was the detective par excellence in recognizing the "voice" that went beserk Saturday night at Reunion in the corridor of Streeter dorm and in the wee hours of Sunday A.M. went banging on the doors and whEEEeeing, and whEEeeing. The milkman's son, Charles Hood, received his degree at Harvard Business School and immediately thereafter was commissioned in the Navy. Daughter Helen was in Europe last summer, attending Salzburg Music Festival. Barbara and Harvey Hood have their delightful retreat at Manchester, Mass., where the lawns run down to the water, and where Harvey spends his weekends on hot summer days on the float where no telephone can reach him. ... It isn't because Red Hulbert is often taken in New York for Andrei Vishinsky, but because he is a mental giant and in Hanover played chess with Woody and Al Strout, representing Dartmouth in Chess matches with Harvard and MIT in our undergraduate days.
Ever and anon we realize how indebted we are to Hal Doty for his bound Daily Dartmouths of undergraduate days. It was Hal, you know, who was Managing Editor of The Dartmouth, on the editorial board of the Aegis, and Pres. of the Interfraternity Council and had the privilege of being the roommate of Steve Lehman and Dave Skinner. Also a Wah Hoo Wah to Howie Park, old roomy of George Chaffee Stoddard and Dusty Rhodes, for supplying much material helpful in writing notes.
It was about this time of the year that the Christian Assn. had a deputation of three men on a trip to the interior of N. H. and among them was Sumner Emerson '17, Ed Booth '18 and Chief Walkingstick '18. Also about this time of the year, a big musical club party was held in Newton, Mass., which couldn't have been a success without Jay LeFevre, Gene Markey, Rog Howl and, Ducky Drake,Ed Noyes, Parker Poole and Charlie Weston . . . and if you want to know who argued the literacy test the distinguished '18ers were Bill Bemis, Bill Colby,George Daniels, Dick Holt on, John McDonough,Irv Rand, Lyn Seiler, Mel Weston and Dick White.
The late Freddie Samuels' towering son Freddie dropped us a note, said he was going to Europe in the service and hoped to see many of the Paris trenches seen in the Ambulance Service in France by soldats Miner, Jones, Pounds, Garratt, Gill, Ned Ross, Pups Colie and T. P. Campbell.
If you received Carleton Potter's Christmas card, you were fortunate for it had considerable to think about with a powerful punch. ... Wouldn't it be a lot of fun to spend New Year's Eve at the Hanover Inn? That's probably what Hazel and Doc Ed McDowell did when they came down from Plattsburg on last December 30 and reported in at the Hanover Inn. .. . Stanley Jones was guest of Ellen and Florimond duSossoit Duke (now on the Advisory Board of this magazine and giving of themselves to everything that helps to make Dartmouth College) and Stanley flew up from New York in a couple of hours, was whisked off to Duke's for dinner, then back to the gym for a hockey game, then off to Huntington Hill for some sleep, then up and off and away they went to Woodstock for skiing, then back to Hanover to the big ski jump, then down to the gym for the Princeton-Dartmouth basketball game; — later, the Harvard-Dartmouth hockey game, and finally Yale took over Dartmouth in swimming, but Johnny Glover again racked up another record, as he forges a name for himself that will long go down in Dartmouth's swimming team records. Returning by plane on Sunday night, Stanley, the next morning at his office, was meditating over all he saw and enjoyed, more determined than ever to go back to Hanover in his retirement days.
Those born under the Zodiac signs of Taurus, April 20 to May 21, are fearless, kind, gentle, strong of mind and body, pessimistic, emotional and dangerous. Believe it or not, the mellow Stew Teaze on 4/18, Em Morse on 4/19, Don Macauley on 4/20, Hal Ellis and Syl Morey on 4/22, Phil Everett on 4/24 and Johnny Johnston on 4/26, Herm Smith on 4/27, or New Rochell's No. 1 citizen, GeorgeM. Davis (April 28) certainly are not dangerous men.
And certainly coming under "kind and gentle" would be Don Gray 5/1, Pups Colie 5/4, Charlie Weston 5/9, Wart McElwain 5/10, Tommy Tarrant 5/12, George Daniels 5/17>Charlie Isbell on 5/19 and Hal Day and FrankGriswold 5/20. ... Hockey Goalie FreddieMorse used to tussle with George Currier '17 and Bunny Holder '17, remember? We've missed Freddie at our New York gatherings, but he's literally giving his life to the U.S. Public Health Service, and travels all over. After Freddie's name are the degrees B.S., M.D., and MPH, and most of the time he's been a surgeon at the U.S. Public Health Service For many years, he was Asst. Prof, at Harvard alld lived in Wellesley, Mass., for about ten years; then had a grand location overlooking Alcatraz, in a snooty part of old San Franciso. In World War II, he carried the brass of Maior, assigned to the Farm Security Administration, to promote better medical care for the migratory farm laborers (the Joads of Trapes of Wrath). Freddie spent a million dollars in the care of Mexican National Farm Workers, imported to save our crops, and often Freddie would be travelling 5000 miles a month. We New Yorkers wished we could see more of Freddie, whose son-in-law is searching for experience and is an engineer some 60 miles out of Stockholm.
In recent years, we've had the pleasuie of seeing more of Millie and Stan Bates. Stan's the Office Mgr. of Pillsbury Mills, Springfield, Mass and you folks that are dieting, wasting away without Gerry Geran's minerals should eat more flour and help Stan's business.... So many Dekes have said, "wish we could see something of old Ralph Bickford!" Ralph had the distinction of having some of the most notable roommates, namely Jim Carpenter,Gene Markey, Sig Judd, Herm Whitmore, and Duke Shoup and if he wants any of our "small loan" business in Batavia, NY, he ought to sound off. A lot of fellows like myself, CortHorr, and many others, would like to see more of Ralph. ...The same goes for Don Bliss, the old roomy of Red Hulbert who has been in the diplomatic service for years. Ever so many ask about you, Don. And speaking about all those Dekes, Cort Horr and all the others would like to see - what a joy it would be to get a peep out of Ted Booth - the Packard Man in Grand Rapids, and Pat Case, whom everybody missed at Reunion.
Just as the National Cash Register Co. came out announcing the investment of $135,000,000 in a special chemical paper that does away with carbon paper, Curt Glover, instead of reaching for the gas pipe (for carbon paper is his business - officer of very successful Write, Inc.) intensified his Hammond organ lessons, that he takes every week with the famed Jessie Crawford of the Wurlitzer Co., and as an additional hedge on possible ruination has begun a search for a possible stray monkey, which, if things really get tough, Curt can team up with his organ as a complete hedge against recession or even deflation or depression. Has anybody in the class a stray monkey? Authorities for this piece are George Mortimer, really an honorary '18er and old crony of Johnny Martinez, and Gerry Geran, the mineral dynamo.
SKIER'S REST: Stan Jones '18, visiting the Dukes farm in Hanover at Carnival time, catches up on city doings between gelandesprungs.
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