1920
The photograph appearing with these notes has undoubtedly already caught your attention. Dick Morin '24, Librarian, found it in his mother's attic last summer. It seems that a bunch of the boys including Bun Harvey and Jerry Stone '20, Ed Kelly '21, Cliff Watson and Jack Taylor '22, George Vanderbilt '23, Dick Morin '24 and several others, having exhausted the cultural potentialities of this continent including Montreal, took off on a hands-across-the-sea expedition to Europe. The "fugitive from a golf course" appearing in the picture is none other than Jerry while on his left appears the cultureseeking Bun. I wonder if anybody kept a diary of that jaunt. I have no doubt it would be an impressive contribution to the "Americana" of the period!
Big deal in New York on January 28! The Classes of 1919, 1920 and 1921 convened at the Dartmouth Club for one of the most interesting evenings we have had in a long, long time. Complaints from various and sundry had been wafted in the direction of your Secretary that class dinners were not being held with sufficient frequency. Accordingly we set out to do something about it and I am certain that everyone on hand was amply satisfied. At any rate, I cannot say that I feel like a ball of fire today as I write these notes. It was really wonderful to see so many of the old Joes and you can be sure that many a laugh shook the rafters during the course of the evening. We had cocktails followed by an early dinner and no speeches (Glory be!). Following the dinner we had a showing of the truly remarkable film "Highlights of the Dartmouth 1958 Football Season." The film itself is terrific with marvelous shots of plays that really worked both offensively and defensively. If you get a chance to see that movie it will certainly be worth your while.
There were 24 of our class present to make the welkin ring. I apologize in advance for any names that I might by mischance omit from the list of those on hand, but the prevailing convivial circumstances hardly encouraged accuracy. Here's the list of the faithful and I guess I'd better add "to the best of my recollection": Sherry Baketel, Eddie Bowen, Tom Carpenter, Hal Clark, Tom Davidson, John Felli, Beardsley Foster, Tom Glines, Russ Jones, Clint Johnson, Russ Keep, Tink Lombard, Charlie McGoughran, Jack Mayer, Jerry Morse, Carl Newton, Ned Pearson, Bud Phillips, George Sackett, Shorty Stickney, Jerry Stone, Dean Travis, George Winter and Bob Winters.
Tom Davidson, the old apple knocker from down in Maine, wins the hand-crocheted frying pan for coming the greatest distance. Incidentally, he's getting to be a big boy and if he doesn't start reducing he'll qualify for alderman somewhere. Eddie Bowen from Albany was runner-up, although I had to put the arm on him pretty hard the night before to make certain that he'd appear.
Spence Snedecor could not attend the dinner because his presence was required in Chicago for the annual meeting of the American Academy of Orthopedics. That guy sure gets around!
A certain amount of discontent arose among the wives who were chagrined that they were not included. The philosophy in that connection is simply that wives are instinctively mothers, but husbands are instinctively bachelors.
At long last a brief report on Gugger (George A.) Fiske. Gugger is back with the Electrolux Company after some 25 or 30 years in other climes. We hear he has had a touch of heart trouble in the meantime. Gugger ought to write his memoirs of freshman year. I remember that he used to collect 24hour notices and autographs by Craven Laycock so that when he would appear at the sacred portals of the Ad Building he looked as though he were carrying a poker hand. Well, anyway, it's good to know that he is about and this scribe would certainly like to sit down and ball the jack with him if only for a little while.
A recent edition of the New York Sunday Times carried the announcement of the engagement of Linda Bowen, daughter of our chic Virginia and Eddie Bowen. Linda is presently a star student at Connecticut College after finishing at St. Agnes' School in Albany. The lucky guy is Edward Allen Sorenson now a student at Wesleyan University. He is a Chi Psi which conjures up a pleasant Theta Delta Chi-Chi Psi relationship in the days to come. The wedding will take place in the summer.
Last August Tom Glines bought a camp at Newfane, Vt., near Brattleboro, where he expects to spend six months of each year.
Ted Marden reports a very pleasant meeting with Bob Farwell, the first since 1920.
Comes a copy of Travel Trailer News to my desk. This publication, and it's really quite a thing, admits on its own masthead that it serves "All Travel Trailerists and All Travel Trailer Clubs." It is published at Palm Springs, Calif., and you can get a copy for fifteen cents. It is a very interesting newspaper and is published by Dick (Richard L.) Hayes who says "I'm editor, rewrite man, advertising salesman, circulation clerk, office boy and printer's devil. No money —just a hobby, but it's lots of fun and a chance to help some nice people." More power to you, Dick.
Al Cate, Squire of Needham, Mass., is frequently seen aloft flying his own plane when not actively sashaying back and forth on the tennis courts.
I'm happy to report that Jim Parkes, his gracious Grace (Hi, Grace), and his 83-yearold mother are all in the pink. Their son graduates in June from Dartmouth Medical School and then heads for two years at Harvard Medical. After that he is slated for a stretch in the Navy... he is already an Ensign in the Navy Medical Corps. We all think of Jim, Sr. in connection with his prowess as a musician, that is, as a hot rock on the drums and banjo. Jim roomed with Artie Stern, football manager of the 1916 team, in Wheeler Hall, and 'tis said that Jim's facility in his German courses stemmed from his association with Artie who was well schooled in the German language. It is a little known fact that these two worthies used to count the strokes of the chapel bell in the morning, then put on a raincoat over their pajamas and run like mad to beat the last stroke of the bell before the service in order not to be charged with a "cut."
Our day was enlivened recently by a phone call from Dick Kimball all the way from Long Beach, Calif. It certainly was good to hear from you Dick, and I hope a similar occasion will be forthcoming soon.
The night before last the McGoughrans dined with the Chilcotts who are pushing off for Europe in April. In the meantime, Ruthie, who is an accomplished antiquarian, tells me that she needs but one more of the Cries of London to fill out a set of twelve originals. When she finally comes by that last one she'll be able to support Chillie in his old age, for even I know that a complete set of the Cries is almost priceless. On the other hand, I might point out that I think Brother Chilcott will do a pretty swell job of supporting himself, if you get what I mean. Chillie and I spent a very pleasant evening reminiscing about our World War I Army days with Candidate Frank Morey and Zack Jordan. We really have a lot of ground to cover when we get together.
Olney S. Morrill 'so of Wellesley, Mass., hasbeen elected senior vice president of theMerchants National Bank of Boston. He hasbeen with the bank since 1932.
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