1914

Some of us - mistakenly or not - are proud enough to have our names perpetuated in our children. Enders M. Voorhees is fortunately able to "defeat the forces of oblivion" in quite another manner. The New York Trade School, a division of the University of the State of New York, will henceforth be known as the Voorhees Technical Institute, a name-change in tribute to Enders who has long been Chairman of its Trustees and lent his able counsel to its affairs. Another kudos for a quietly unassuming Fourteener!

The next time you get marooned in a howling New England night blizzard try to arrange it near Needham, Mass., where Jack Harris and Betty live. The writer thus found the Harris overnight hospitality very high and the bacon and eggs next morning just right. Jack has long since retired as Comptroller of Dewey and Almy, one of America's important Chemical-industrials, and now is fond "Grampa" to surrounding family.

Our much-traveled, much-employed "Lay" Little has finally (as of July 11 statement), succeeded in extricating himself from his duties with the State Department. He says his resignation is final and accepted, but we wonder. . . . Lay stopped in for a delightful visit with us on his way to Hanover accompanied by his charming granddaughter Elizabeth.

Mart Remsen, erstwhile Squire of Etna, fled from the encroaching Indians of that area to the safety of Fort White River Junction. His new wigwam there is over 150 feet long, I assume for better practice with bow and arrow. Sounds very cozy!

If you took "Bug I or II" you'll remember a handsome, sprightly and understanding teacher - Arthur Chivers. You may even remember his wry directions for the elimination of warts. Well, I had a delightful impromptu visit with him at his retirement home in Cornish, N. H., in July. His unbelievable 81 years (Dartmouth 1902) testify to the value of a continuing sense of humor - and other requisites of an outstanding instructor.

It appears that if you want to be successful, be a power in your industry, church and town, see the world, and have all sorts of honors accorded you, the man to ask for the formula is Herb Austin. He's Editor and Grand Sachem of the Wellesley Townsman - one of the most powerful weeklies in the East: Treasurer of the Massachusetts Press Association, a Charter Member of Kiwanis, Past President of the N.E. Press Association and, in _ between breaths has flown all over this continent and Europe. Now this youngster takes off with his wife and friends for a 7-week flight to the Far East and around the world. Herb s son - Dartmouth 1940 - has a lot of emulating to do and, from reports, is a block of the old chip" in applied energy. They both live in Wellesley where, I'm told, you don't follow F.D.R.'s advice "check it with Sidney." Instead you "go to see Herb."

Pennell Abora always responds and always "knows somebody who knows somebody." This well-remembered facility of mind qualifies him perfectly for his daily work - at which he has been outstandingly successful — as co-director of a "supra" personnel office. In "Pen's" own words: "The major part of the time is taken up screening applicants for jobs in various business organizations or banks. The people are sent to us by companies who seem to think we have a fairly good batting average. Now and then we have some young person who isn't happy with the job or college or course in college, and we try to find the proper path for him to follow. These cases are usually very interesting and most rewarding sometimes frustrating!"

Benisons on the once-blond head of Rich-ard Joseph Shaw Barlow for his prompt and full reply to my appeal for news! Of course, Dick is still happy in Trenton, N. J. — he has all the spiritual and physical equipment for it - with Jane and his ten grandchildren, and surrounded by Dartmouth — two sons and a son-in-law. Dick is justifiably proud of the record of his oldest grandchild - Mary Rita Ward - who graduated in June from high school with the D.A.R. award for best citizenship and the P.T.A. First Prize, as well as that of the Lions' Club - both for scholarship. Dick respectfully directs the kindly, almost avuncular attention of John Peppard to this.

When you ask Paul Perkins for news, the delightfully unexpected is likely to happen! In response to my letter, Paul, Mary and their Cadillac appeared in our driveway bearing news and the herewith published and priceless piece of "Americana Lowellensis." Paul's finally retiring from the Veter- ans' Administration (he says - they don't) and expects to see what little of North America they haven't already visited. Paul's son, Parker, is a banker living in Lansdale, Penna.

BiH Hands, our able and assiduous Chair- man, asks how I like retirement. Well, in planning my reincarnation I'm arranging to go to Dartmouth, marry my present wife and retire to New London, N. H., when I graduate from kindergarten.

This photo from undergraduate days wastaken in the summer of 1913. The youngman on the front end of the "bloomer"streetcar is Paul Perkins '14, while onthe running board is Doug Morey '15.

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