1935
Here we are well into spring, according to the MAGAZINE. Actually, at the time of this writing, our three first robins arrived this morning in the midst of a cold bitter blast from the West. They were sitting on our lawn when we woke up, kind of scrunched-up like and staring at each other, not moving. We could picture the female delivering a silent lecture to her mate via a dirty look - "and you talked me into leaving that beautiful spot in Florida for this." Perhaps by now she's become adjusted, and perhaps by now we should get on with the column.
Major Bob Sellmer, who was recently reported in Spain with a U.S. Military group, has taken an important part in negotiations which culminated in acquisition of air bases advantageous to Western interests. For an old humorist, his activities sound mighty serious.
Bob Smith, Chicago advertising manager for Time International since 1951, has been appointed western advertising manager for the four overseas editions of Time. Bob has served as promotion manager for the International editions of both Time and Life and held a number of advertising posts within the company.
Our former Tearbag editor, Lt. Cmdr.Frank Corlett, has just been released to inactive duty by the Navy. He had been special projects officer at the Naval Station in Newport, R. I., and, before that, administrative officer at the Central Torpedo Office. Aside from finding time to be active in the Newport Players' Guild productions he also recently qualified as an organization and methods examiner under Civil Service. However, he expects to go his own way with a management consultant firm in New York City. Please get in touch with us, Frank, as soon as you are located.
The Manchester Union Leader recently carried a photograph of several faculty members of the Holderness School (female members) who have been busily knitting fancy snowflake sweaters for the school ski team, among them, Mrs. Donald (Ibba) Hagerman, the wife, of course, of the headmaster.
Carl Spengeman recently received a nice pat on the back from Provident Mutual Life Insurance Company, a company he represents through the George Gulick organization in Newark. Don't know whether he was awarded a pin or a Cadillac but an engraved notice from Provident said he was being honored "not only for achieving leadership in the amount of new business, but for bringing to the organization, policy holders of a high standard. We send you this message because we believe that his clients and friends should be informed of the place he has earned among his company's leading underwriters." Sounds good, Carl, and congratulations. How do you ever find time to act and sing on the side?
You should be pleased to hear that EdOffutt's plea for a Tearbag editor finally found a willing listener. Art Bamford, who is already conducting a half-dozen or more outside activities, has found time to edit our class news-letter. You'll be hearing from him shortly. Art will also appreciate anything you can send him after you have written your reams of correspondence to me! You can reach him c/o Bakers Weekly, 45 West 45th St., New York 36, N. Y. (You know damn well where you can reach me!)
Sid Diamond has passed along a very interesting letter from an old friend of ours, LenShortell, whose present address is 1007 Hornet Circle, Newport News, Va. Len writes:
"During the past few months my interest in Dartmouth, which may have flagged somewhat but never died during the many years since 1935, has, for some reason, been aroused to the point where I finally want to take an active part in college affairs and would like very much to renew old friendships.
"Like many others, I have experienced several turbulent years since 1935, and one fairly calm - the last. This has given me an opportunity to take inventory and count my blessings - one of which is a love for Dartmouth which means more to me than I ever realized in the past.
"A few vital statistics: Married to Rose Quinn of Goltry, Okla.; two sons - Fred, 11 (Christmas Day), Brian, 6; and one lovely daughter - Lois Jean, 10. Am employed by Tactical Air Command USAF as chief of the Forms Management Division. I finally got a degree in 1937 'as of' the Class of 1935. Had to make up three hours of geology! My ambition is to attend the 20th reunion in '55 and bring the whole darn family with me."
Awfully good to hear from you Len, glad to welcome you back, and please keep in touch with us.
Back in January we mentioned the "Who's Who" status of George Hoke, which we had picked up in a clipping from somebody's mail bag. This hit old George right between the eyes and brought forth a burst of correspondence which I have enjoyed very much. Hope you will, too. Here it is:
"Last year was a Hooligan for me, Reg. No fooling, I'm certain I've not had as much fun since Dartmouth - if I did then. In late February Betsy flew East to do a round of plays in New York with her mother, at which time I flew West for a month's skiing in Colorado. From February 23 to March 19 I basecamped at Georgetown and daily skiied at Winter Park, Berthoud, Arapahoe, Loveland, Aspen, Steamboat, Cooper Hill, etc. It was fabu- lous. Thence back here for a week at the office and on to Sun Valley for a week in early April with Peavey Heffelfinger, National Finance Chairman for the Republican Party. This was a therapeutic trip with me, going along to see that my hard- working, dollar-collecting neighbor and good friend of many years did not injure himself by getting some relaxation. Thence in late May to Wash- ington for the American Law Institute meetings, in the course of which I spent several days with Sandy MacLeod ('38) out at his home in Upperville, Va. Sandy raises race horses, drinks Bourbon, schools ponies and fly-fishes his man-made pond - not a bad existence. We steered the annual meeting of the Virginia Horsebreeders Association (of which MacLeod is president) to a successful conclusion.
"In August I flew out to Vancouver, B. C., on a wharfing problem and did some clam-digging whilst meeting a young lady from Auckland, New Zealand, up on an exchange fellowship to spend a year with us. Then in December, an aged client begged me, despite the festivities of the holiday season, and my obvious desire to be with the wife and kiddies, to fly to Las Vegas and try to straighten out his wayward daughter. Oh so reluctantly I did this, Reg, and after the work was done observed Dietrich, the Gabors, Pearl Bailey and several other distinguished judges of equal prominence. In summary, it has not been a bad year."
It sure hasn't, George, and all we want to know is how did you make out with the wayward daughter in Las Vegas? Somewhere on these pages you should find a picture of the old wanderer from Minneapolis all dolled up in his Austrian ski-togs.
George also enclosed a clipping on a fellow-townsman, Bobb Ghaney, who was recently elected president of the Greater Minneapolis Council of Churches.
Well, gentlemen, that's it for another month. Thanks to all of you for taking care of my mail. And let's keep the Fund in mind between now and June. We set ourselves some pretty good goals to shoot at last year. Now let's make 'em. See you in May.
Secretary, Compton Advertising, Inc. 630 Fifth Ave., New York 20, N. Y.
Class Agent, 4515 Roxbury Dr., Bethesda 14, Md.
