1916

Our President a Benedict. Stew Paul has announced his marriage to Mrs. Musselman Arnold on August 12 at Carson City, Nev. They are at home at 300 Carlisle St., Gettysburg. Felicitations and best wishes to Stew and his bride. The Class will be looking forward to the next get-together when they will have the pleasure of meeting our own First Lady.

When the previous month's notes were written up your news editor was not aware of the death of Sam Stone and of ConstantineTripolitis, two of our classmates who did not graduate with us, but transferred to other colleges after a year or more at Dartmouth. The Class extends its sincere sympathy to the families of these Dartmouth men.

Gran Fuller sends me a fine essay by Anson Bates, "What Wilderness Means To Me," printed in a recent issue of American Forests. Anson is too modest to send Stirling Wilson or your correspondent a copy. Accompanying the article, which is beautifully illustrated, is a picture of the old boy himself, and this by way of introduction:

Anson Bates has had a lifetime of contact with the out of doors. He is of New England stock and graduated from Dartmouth College in 1916, where he found plenty of wilderness in New Hampshire to spur his interest in natural things. His mature interests have been mainly social, starting with his first job in the employment department of a large manufacturer in Worcester, Mass. There followed three years in the Navy and aboard freighters of the old Shipping Board. Then came 30 years in the federal government, about half being in the foreign service of the Department of Commerce, and the second half being devoted to labor relations studies in several federal agencies.

Charlie Brundage thought so highly of the article that he ordered 400 reprints for his friends and neighbors. As you may know, Anson has retired from the government service, and is kept busy at his writing.

Gran also wrote that he had had lunch with Bill Brett and Reg Chutter in Washington, and also a visit from Johnny Pelletier. Reg is in the State Department and in the division which makes a study of all the. loans made as a part of our foreign policy. His many years in foreign trade have fitted him eminently for such an important assignment.

Stirling Wilson's stay in the Naval Hospitalat Bethesda was from June 19 to July 10, —one of his shorter visits. And you havegathered from recent Balmacaan News Letters that he is up and around, and goinggreat guns.

One day a while back a letter came from Fletch Andrews enclosing an editorial about John Cremer and next day a letter from John Cremer enclosing an editorial about Fletch Andrews. If I didn't know the high caliber of these two gentlemen I would have guessed that it was the formation of a Cleveland chapter of the Mutual Admiration Society. But thereafter from other sources came a deluge of newspaper clippings and magazine articles of which I can give you here only the merest summary. The occasion was the retirement of John as executive director of the Greater Cleveland Red Cross and the retirement of Fletch as dean of the Western Reserve University Law School. The Cleveland News and Cleveland Plain Dealer editorials heaped praise on their thinning thatches, all of which reflects great honor to the Class, but to read of their tremendous accomplishments made one damned proud to be their classmate. I venture to say that a large number of the Class did not even know that John was connected with the Red Cross, but this modest guy has been in its service for 40 years and for the past 27 years the director of the Cleveland chapter. During that time the chapter had a phenomenal growth from a volunteer group of five to over 50,000, and its membership to over 136,000, leading all cities on several occasions in enrollment proportionate to population. No wonder he is known in Cleveland as Mr. Red Cross and that the mayor proclaimed the day "John D. Cremer Day." The editorials refer to him as "a dedicated guy"; "quiet, retiring, modest, reliable, conscientious"; "a man with quiet imagination and thoroughness"; "self-effacing"; "a typical piece of Cleveland's humanitarian good luck to have had John Cremer, a person whose faith never falters." The Class agrees wholeheartedly with the sentiment expressed in the title of the Plain Dealer editorial: "Well done, John Cremer."

Over 450 persons attended the dinner whichhonored Fletch's retirement as dean of thelaw school. The president of the American Bar Association was the speaker and thealumni presented Fletch with a hi-fi phonograph and a collection of records. The legalfraternity announced the creation of the annual Fletcher R. Andrews Award for the outstanding alumnus of the year. The PlainDealer editorial, "He Turns Out Lawyers,"said in part:

His humor is of the delightful variety that warms the heart, but does not necessarily require a belly laugh -

His smile is worth earning, and his friendliness is proverbial-

His scorn of anything shoddy is almost a legend -

His dead-pan voice can convulse you on one occasion, and bring you up short on another —

His name is Fletcher Reed Andrews — Dr. Andrews, to be exact — and he will retire as dean of Western Reserve University's Law School on July 1, after 31 years of service with the university. We shall miss him sincerely, for he has contributed a great deal to his university, to his city, and the fine profession of law. It is no wonder that, under his leadership, the school has a superior rating. It may be said that, although they never spent an hour in the law school, thousands of Clevelanders are on the dean's list — the list of those who were and are honored by his friendship. And it will take a mighty good man to fill Fletch Andrews' shoes!

Fletch writes, "The trustees of the university have now invested me with the highfalutin' title of Dean Emeritus (Ye gods, that has an old man sound!). Another item is that I will teach a full load in the fall semester and be free in the spring semester for research, writing, reading, travel, Florida, or whatever Marg and I may decide to do. It looks like a perfect life to me, and I am glad that I decided to retire from the deanship now, while, presumably, we have a few years left for happy living."

The Class would like to paraphrase John Cremer's accolade and say: Well done, Fletch Andrews.

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