1916

I am sorry to report the death of our Classmate, Alfred Houle which occurred on September 15. Al was originally a member of the Class of 1915 but was graduated with us, and has since been on our rolls. A full account of his death will be found in the In Memoriam page of this or a subsequent issue of the DARTMOUTH ALUMNI MAGAZINE. The sympathy of the Class is expressed to his wife, Eleanor and to the other members of his family.

A welcome word from Bob Bartlett, who regretted not being able to get to Reunion. Bob retired about two years ago after 41 years with the Western Electric Co. in New York, Baltimore, and Chicago. For several years his health has been such as not to permit of very strenuous activity. Since retirement he has continued to live in Chicago, with occasional visits to Florida and to his daughter and grandchildren in Connecticut. Keep your eye on our Fiftieth, Bob - it will be a grand occasion.

The Penn game at Franklin Field was a most enjoyable affair for Dartmouth followers, though to the Quakers and the local sportswriters it was only a hot dull afternoon. Well, it was hot, and so was the Big Green. To one who sat through eleven consecutive Penn victories (1943-56) it was indeed delightful. Stirling and Betty Wilson were coming up for the game, but changed their plans at the last moment. JohnniePelletier was the only '16er I saw at the game, though All-American tackle Moose Englehorn '14 and Tom Bryant '18 and his wife sat with my nephew Jim '48 and me. Johnnie was planning to go to Hanover the following weekend for the Brown game. In September he journeyed out to Ohio for a visit with Bill and Ruth McKenzie. Bill retires next spring and they are planning a European trip. Some months ago upon completion of 45 years of service with the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Co. Bill was honored by the president of the company with a citation and a gift. Stirling and Betty stopped with us the week before the Penn game on their way to a barbershop shindig at Asbury Park. Dave Shumway and a business associate from East Eurora happened by that same afternoon and were persuaded to stay the night. Needless to say the joint was jumping and it was a most pleasant time. The Wilsons have sold their home in Bethesda and are moving to their Florida home at Ormond Beach. Confusion unbounded reigned in the Wilson household as they attempted to sort over the accumulation of many years.

A tip of the Class hat and an expression of unbounded admiration for our youthful Classmate Jim Coffin. One July day this past summer he and a companion from Nashua, "without previously consulting a psychiatrist," climbed Mount Washington via the carriage road, and also made the descent on foot. Jim is in his 67th year and his friend in his 75th. It took four and a half hours of strenuous exertion to reach the top and four hours for the return. At the 7½-mile mark they indignantly refused the offer of a ride "although they felt like Old Pepper-Sass, the cog engine that took one trip too many several years ago." Jim had climbed the northern peaks of the Presidentials some time before, but had never been to the top of Washington, though he once climbed up to the Half-Way House and skied down. The story of their expedition as told to the Nashua Telegraph was a corker and would bring back fond memories to many an Outing Clubber. Gentlemen, if any further proof of the virility of our Class is needed I give you Jim Coffin and George Kreider and his motor-cycle.

We get a most flattering report of Charles A. Bonnes '62, the holder of the Class of 1916 Scholarship, established by Sig Larmon 'l4 in memory of his brother Pike. This lad, who is majoring in International Relations and who intends to go to law school, had five A's and two B's this past year, ranking 29th in a class of 602. Charlie is a member of the International Relations Club.

In the Prologue of the Canterbury Tales I came across what might be a timely description of our maritimely inclined Classmate, Dick Parkhurst:

A Shipman was ther, woning fer by weste: For aught I woot, he was of Dertmouthe.

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For aught I woot it could be none other than our President Dick.

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Bequest Chairman,