1936
Brethren, just a gentle reminder to you unsuspecting members in good standing - your 20th reunion will take place one year from this month! The Robinson Plan accounts for its being a year ahead by the calendar. Nonetheless, start plannin' and start savin'. Bring ma and the kids and plan on a sure-fire whing ding!
Your Class officers ran through a dry run the first of last month and found everything in working order and much to their liking on the Hanover plain. Barry Sullivan, secretary of the Washington Club, together with PeteFitzherbert, Frank Weston, Al Gibney, and the old scribbler were joined by Stoney Jackson and Eddie Chamberlain, fratres in urbe. The final session ran a mite late and was concerned mostly with fibbing about goings-on, 1932 to 1936, for the amusement and astonishment of our beautiful but sleep-starved wives! Really didn't seem like twenty years had fled since we cut our last class. Sid Hayward let the air out, though, when he reminded us that next year we would be the median class in the alumni body. Be my guest as we cross over the bridge!
Pete turned over a letter to us from DaveWilson up in Linden, Alberta. Without Dave's permission, we're quoting therefrom, regardless, as it contains as fine a story as we've ever read:
"After the war and a stint with UNRRA in Schleswig Holstein, I couldn't live comfortably on our farm (teaching as well) until I gave at least a few D.P.'s a chance to start things over again. As a result, from 1947 to '52, I sponsored a total of 127 of them, 22 families; gave them temporary housing, started them on jobs, or helped set them up in their own affairs. It was gratifying as hell, and something I'll never in the least regret doing, but it tied me up in the damndest mess of loans, endorsed notes, farm recommendations for credit, and the like, that one can imagine. By now every last one of them has come through and met his obligations, and is now on his own, if not already a citizen. After two more years here I hope to be returning to Hopewell with enough shekels ahead so the kids' educational program will go through without a hitch. Offspring now include three: Gay, 14, who hopes to tackle Smith without stirring up too many of her father's ghosts; David, 7 (what class does that make him ?); and Betty, 2. I'm still teaching, principal of a small rural school out in the middle of the bald-headed prairie, and hope to be able" to finish up a Master's degree I started before the war. Lord, how we all miss the salt water and trees and hills of the East. It's nice to think that you're roaming over a few billion barrels of oil and the like, but it hasn't the same solidity as the granite of New Hampshire or the rocky coasts of Maine and Auld Scotia.' Too damn many dust storms and socialists."
Dave, a hearty handshake from us all! You've already got your Master's in our book.
Treasurer Frank Weston had a little trouble controlling his usually flawless efforts off the tee. Doubtless this was related to the rainy season plus considerably fewer practice rounds than normal for this stage of the season. The latter is unquestionably the consequence of having been selected by the other partners at Arthur Young Co., public accountants, to write the procedures and oversee the installation of an inventory system for the Army Engineers. Consequently, Frank is living out of a suitcase pro tem, checking weekly on progress in Washington, Dallas, Seattle, St. Louis, Schenectady and way stations....According to brother Bill '34, ex-Life camera- man Dang Scherman is back with Life as an editor, doing the humor in the front of the book and other selected spots.
Mark Twain may have authored the bit about New England weather and how one dissatisfied with same could expect almost immediate change. Royal Little, Textron boss, is unquestionably quite satisfied with Ted Whitmore's executive capacities, but he certainly authors Ted's frequent change within the Textron family. In the February column we moved Ted from Textron in Puerto Rico to F. Burkhart Mfg. Co., in St. Louis. Scratch that and place the man with Textron in Lowell, Mass., assuming, of course, our records are up to date!
Formerly manager of the Market-Mitchell business office of the New Jersey Bell Telephone Co., of Newark, Shaw Carter has taken up with Arner. Tel. and Tel. in New York City....March i brought Bill Foster some good news from his boss at Remington Arms in Bridgeport. Bill accepted with pleasure the post of manager, arms, ammunition, trap and target sales.. .. Speaking of moving up, Jordan Marsh Company, New England's largest department store, has acknowledged BillReed's business acumen with a boost to staff assistant to the president ... and, Dr. SamMorse has been appointed Assistant Professor of English at Trinity on which staff he has served since 1951.
The only Democrat in the Class, Phil Gilbert, is in the legal quicksand up to his armpits. A member of the firm of Thayer and Gilbert, he is a trustee of the Harvard Law School Association of New York, class chairman of the Law School Alumni Fund drive, member of the American Bar Association, the Bar Association of New York City, the New York Law Institute and the New York Legal Aid Society.
In "Who's Where" for this issue...AdZiegler is an engineer with the Belmont Iron Works in Phila....Basil Coutrakon is practicing law in Springfield, Illinois...and Doc Hog Metcalf, connected with the Veterans Admin., is reachable only through the familiar A.P.O. system #928, c/o P.M., San Francisco.
Recently in New York, ran smack into George McCleary charging along Madison Avenue on his way to visit his advertising agency. Olin Cellophane, the sale of which Mac promotes vigorously, is having a good year and, if we can judge clouds, we'd say George was on #8. The house plans, reported in mothballs in an earlier column, are out again. High cost notwithstanding, the McClearys will leave Memory Lane as soon as the new structure has a roof and the windows are hung! ... Understand Jacko Morrison has assembled material for a book on the trials of building a house. Anyone contemplating new construction should certainly not plunge without first consulting an expert. If Jacko's manuscripts are on loan, we will be happy to send, by return mail, an uncensored, single-spaced typewritten page of "don'ts" and one or two "dos." Our new address appears at the head of the column, in case the strange urge to communicate seizes somebody!
Don't fail to: (1) send your slug to the Alumni Fund (2) make plans for the 20th, and (3) have a grand summer!
CHEERFUL '36ERS gathered for the Class Officers lobster dinner in Thayer Hall were: Seated (l to r), Munroe Fitzherbert, Class Agent; Frank Weston, Treasurer; Miss Jeanette Gill, manager of the Dartmouth Dining Association. Standing, Stoney Jackson, Assistant to the Director of Admissions; Barry Sullivan, Secretary, Washington, D. C., Club; Dick Morton, Secretary; Eddie Chamberlain, Executive Officer of the College; and Al Gibney, Class Gift Chairman.
Secretary, 15 Linwood Road Wellesley 81, Mass.
Class Agent, 21 Beacon Ave., Auburn, Maine
