1918
Grace and Al Sibbernsen, who 5 yrs. ago junketed for a quarter of a year thru England, Scotland, the Scandinavian countries, down thru France and Italy, and wound up in Paris, and whose farms in Nebraska were portrayed in Life showing Sib and 2 sons as experts on contouring, terracing, water-making, stripcropping, and crop rotation must have put in the Dec. 11 New York Times the heading, "Want to Live To Be 85? - Go to Nebraska." ... Phil Everett, who composed a Band March and presented it to the College (encouraged by Rog How land, arranged by Bones Joy '16, implemented by Ed Booth), referred to "fly weight" Hal Eastman and bets his own 102 pounds makes him the "mosquito-weight" champ. What does that make Fat Hardie's 215 and Gerry Geran's 210?
Dot tie Davis and George had the time of their lives when they had a trip to the West Coast, Honolulu, and in Denver bumped into Red Wilson, who had just seen Chuck Hilliker, and in a lift in Los Angeles ran head on into Eddie Butts, and in Honolulu busted into Doc Syvertsen, and then flew with PudgeNeidlinger - "so you do see the old Wah Hoo Wahs all over."
News had to be sidetracked because of football - so here it comes: Syl Morey plays host at luncheon for George (Clem, Mac, Doc) McBride. Syl had been up to Hanover and had a nice visit with Pres. John Dickey, meeting Tommy O'Connell's son who is Asst. to Pres., and there Syl was discussing some of the aspects of the Tucker Foundation, trying to bring conscience into the mind of the undergraduate. Enjoying this most delightful luncheon at the Dartmouth Club were BillChristgau, Rog Howland, Gerry Geran, BobKnowles and Paul Miner. Happily Mac was delighted to run into Steve Mahoney in Grand Central, just as Steve was visiting with the Italian shoeshine man. Steve immediately introduced the bootblack to Gerry Geran and Doc. Says, "Stirling Wilson '16 is a dedicated class secretary if ever there was one; Maryand Larry Pope returned from an air trip to Oregon and en route visited California and other outlandish places."
One of the things George McBride most wanted to do in the East was to see HubieMcDonough (he lived next to him in New Hamp Hall — me too) whom he so much loved and respected, as do we all. Gerry Geran thoughtfully took the day off and showed Doc the Public Library, Central Park and the Empire State building, where Syl from his extensive adv. office of Morey, Humm and Johnstone gave Doc a view of N. Y. City's vast harbors. Rockefeller Center simply dazzled Doc and he was most grateful for the attention. Doc had studied medicine at Hanover and then went West, 39 yrs. ago - and never came back. There in New Mexico he became Supt. of Schools. His daughter Mary Frances is one of four graduated from Smith summa cum laude - and became Phi Beta Kappa the end of her junior year; and in the small school she attended in New Mexico, she was forced to dig out her Latin and Spanish on her own. Now she is teaching those very subjects at Miss Hall's school for girls in Pittsfield, Mass., turning down a fellowship to Yale. Prof. EdBooth's daughter Lee was married to Harvard U. Karl Klunder and is now with a N. H. State Commission. In his "Letter from a Distant Land," Ed's son Phil, instructor of English at Wellesley College, won the Bth Bess Hokin prize for poetry.
"The Admiral" as Gerry Geran refers to Paul Mather, whose stationery has the address "International Consultants, Ltd., 208 Union Trust Bldg., Wash. 5, D. C." had a delightful dinner with Gerry and his good bride Frances in their attractive air-conditioned apartment in Gramercy Park, and after he tamped down the salad and ice cream, and lit a CoronaCorona, he tilted back in his chair, and relived some of the great memories of Paul's wonderful war record, to the great interest of Frances and Gerry. The Admiral has trimmed down to 222 lbs. and looks fine.
Last year Mary and the Admiral went to Europe to see their married daughter whose two children are in school in Switzerland; their son-in-law runs an airfield just outside of Paris. Ethel and Stumpie Barr had a wonderful vacation on the West Coast, visiting their son Johnny and wife Barbara in California. Nuts Poole says, "I'll try my best next fall to join 'Ten-Double Scotces' Hardie and all of you. Tell Tom Campbell I'm still alive - he'll probably reply I'm too mean to die."
A wonderful letter from Stew Teaze:
"Things that have brought us back to this island at Jamestown, R. I., this summer are many - desire to swim in the cold water of the Atlantic, other criteria may be the pleasantness of living on an island, in comparison with the 'casualness' of the desert, our numerous friends here, tennis courts, and a golf course right over my back wall. Come and we will show you what Jamestown, R. I., has done to me in the many summers of my life, now rapidly going into autumn, with winter occasionally sticking up her hand to be recognized with the warning to slow down and live."
Audrey and Leon Dodge led the Grand March for a big dance at Alton.... As of Nov. 11, '18 Treas. Curt Glover says "128 have paid dues. The bill to the College for the ALUMNI MAG. was $955.28. We are about 300 bucks short between income and outgo." Maybe by oversight you have forgotten to send in your class dues - send them today —$5- to W. C.Glover, Write Inc., 420 Lexington Ave., N. Y. City. Your class thanks you for doing your share.
One of the greatest '18 dinners in N. Y. City was a few nights before the Yale game. Hard and toughened from the New Hamp. hills, F. duSossoit Duke, with his checkered Tattersall vest and sport coat, certainly had the "Ivy Look." The fairer sex found little more in Dartmouth College to rave about than our F. D. Duke and Gene Markey, often referred to as the best dressed men in America. Ellen and Duke were in New York recuperating from the weekend visit of son Bill and attractive Betsy and their three children. To Ellen and Duke the class is deeply grateful for the annual '18 party at the opening football game when the temperature is a bit milder.
Fat Hardie and Duke busted into the N. Y. City '18 gathering together - Fat choosing to sit side of white-haired Gerry Geran, living over days in the back room in the Bridgeman Block.
Crashed into by a drunken driver in July 1954, Frieda and Mel Southwick's daughter Barbara lost her life, and daughter Libby (husband Peter is D. '52) has recovered. On the first anniversary of Barbara's death, she was memorialized by a bronze tablet on an automatic sterilizer. A memorial started by her friends was enlarged by a generous gift of $1000 by Frieda and Mel.
Lucky we were to catch Phil Sanderson, for he and Doris had just come down from Syracuse, and everyone enjoyed Phil. Phil told about a Hanover gathering when Ike was there enjoying a clambake, and all newspapermen were banned; then much to Phil's amazement, as the party wore on, it was agreed that someone should take a picture - and was Phil ready? - and there with his equipment? You guess. It's a wonderful picture of Ike, Sherm Adams, and Lane Dwinell and other notables. At the '18 dinner were Leicester McElwain, a trust officer of Chase-Manhattan Bank; Johnny Johnstone, just back from Asheville, and a tour of his mills in the Carolinas, where Ann and Johnny played some golf. Those folks really live! A most happy experience it was to have the old Amherst, Mass., KKK hockey goalie present, namely Freddie Morse, whose life has been dedicated to the U.S. Public Health Service as Regional Medical officer.
Katherine and Everett Young enjoyed festivities at Thanksgiving with their family, then took off for their place in Delray, Fla., until after Easter (with Ev flying up once a month to see business is going all right). Marge and Bob Hebert, both of whom have always done yeoman service at '18 gatherings and are devoted friends of Carol and EmMorse, will also be heading down for their annual vacation in Palm Beach. Others present at the N. Y. City 'lB dinner were RogHowland, always faithful; loyal prodder BobKnowles, and Hal Day of the American Radiator Co., a staunch Episcopalian, in Scarsdale; and yet as he enjoyed the relaxation of a cocktail he said he always was a Whiskopalian. Boston Herald 11-1-55: "Fire Commissioner Cavanaugh received an office visit from Martin Straus, ex-head of Eversharp-Schick - who lit a $100 bill and a silk handkerchief, then snuffed out the fire with his new 'Fire Chief' extinguisher."
What a cheer went up when Dick Holton appeared late at the '18 dinner after a board meeting! Glad was everyone to see ChaunceWales, who quizzically asked, as so many have, where Flea Pounds got such a nickname. Has Stanley Jones ever fastened one on you? ... Socony Mobil's real estate man Howie Park, who goes all over the country for that huge corporation, was delighted to visit with SylMorey about son Clayton who's working for Carr, architect or designer, who is laying out all the interiors for the huge Socony Mobil Bldg. 011 42nd St. Clayton is putting in long stretches at night at Columbia and, said Howie, "he looks so big and mighty and good-looking, I'd like to get him in the real estate end of our business." Syl and Minetta's boy Clayton has always had the urge for creative work and all tests prove that he was adapted for three-dimensional work and his training with Raymond Loewy has equipped him well. Marty Straits offered to make '18 the youngest looking class in the college - and for nothing, said Gerry Geran. Have you tried his Tintex?
A great treat it was indeed to walk home from the class dinner with Bob Fish and SylMorey, and so many present missed Stan Jones. It was Bob who told about Stan Jones in the undergraduate days, first inviting him on a pee-rade with Al Johnson and Nuts Poole to Montreal. 'Twas his first introduction to sloe gin fizzes. Knowing nothing about the chemistry of them and thinking they were sweet water, Bob took down 6 glasses, feeling no effects, until suddenly he began to ignite. Bob and Mildred have truly enjoyed their children. He spent considerable time around the Harvard yard, where son Bob is on the Crimson Lampoon. He reflects the sturdiness acquired in the Navy when he was on the MightyMo battleship; and our Bob had the time of his life rooting around Harvard, and seeing what a great, great institution it really is. Bob attended many classes there. Freddie Morse enjoyed Fat Hardie immensely, and he said in his home town of Amherst there was a tall, gaunt woman known as "Mary Scott, gallop and trot." That was Fat Hardie's aunt, and everybody in Amherst knew that great personality.
On the spur of the moment, Marge andEddie Butts last summer flew to Tokyo, then to Hong Kong, got themselves a fine camera, then flew to Manila, Anchorage (Alaska), then to Seattle and back to San Francisco, 18,000 miles. Says Eddie, "I knew that Mitsui was a good friend of Hort Chandler, and I tried to locate him. Eddie Garvey stopped in to see me on his way to Guam." As you read this, Marge and Eddie are planning a wonderful cruise this January to St. Thomas, V. I., and from there sail to Trinidad. Then a leisurely cruise, 23 days through the Lesser Antilles. Maybe as you read this we may be seeing Eddie here in New York. We have a fine newspaper picture of Shriner Henri Van Zelm, "a consulting engineer from Hartford, Conn., chief rabban of Sphinx Temple."
Long time getting around to it, but here is a September announcement: "Mr. and Mrs.Amos M. Blandin Jr. of Hanover, N. H., announce the marriage of their daughter Miss Dale Blandin to Eugene F. Golis." Thrilling it is that they are stationed in Colombia, S. A., where Mr. Golis is with Texas Oil Co. Dale graduated from Northfield School and last June from Vermont U.. .. The former headmaster of Cardigan Mt. School was followed by the appointment of our Bill Brewster as acting headmaster. It was at Kimball Union that Bill did an outstanding job for 14 years.
Stan Jones, one of N. Y. City's great copywriters, took on the pleasurable assignment last Labor Day weekend to write some copy for the Moore McCormack SS Lines, whose account they have. Stanley found himself on shipboard in a stateroom with a couple of young Brazilians in their teens and full of beans, and in and out of the stateroom in their bathing trunks, throwing the wet stuff around; out all night dancing, and when he got back Stanley put in such a protest that lo and behold he's got himself a trip to Barbados almost anytime now.
Bill Wright was here at the Waldorf in early Oct. in connection with his important task on the Foreign Policy Committee of the U. S. Chamber of Commerce.
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