1920

Time certainly moves on apace and it is hard to realize that another Christmas has come and gone. In the language of the day, the month of December here in New York has been a "lulu." The city was practically paralyzed by seventeen inches of snow and, as though that were not bad enough, high winds and really cold weather moved in. This, following one of the mildest Novembers I can remember, convinces me that we have not yet done with old-fashioned winters.

A letter from Laddie Myers and a Christmas card from Charlie Goodnow confirmed the fact that the eldest Goodnow boy, Charles W., was married recently in far off Idaho. That makes the second wedding for the Goodnows since the youngest boy, Warrie, was married last summer. Now all the Goodnow kids are happily married and settled down and Brother Goodnow must look for other forms of diversion and excitement. Strangely, the Goodnows were shopping in Marshall Field's in Chicago and so was Laddie Myers. I don't know how many years it has been since those two last met, but meet they did right in the middle of Marshall Field's. Laddie reports Charlie is his same rugged self and very regretful that he could not make reunion last June.

Jerry Stone, that enterprising entrepreneur and Chairman of our 45th Reunion, has come up with something of an idea. He points out that we'll all be retired by 1964 and that we should get up a tour to Tokyo to take in the Olympic Games. Not a bad idea ... if I only had his dough!

I have mentioned before that TommyThomson, Head Track Coach at Annapolis, has about as fine a track team in prospect as good old Navy has had in many a year. Jerry Stone and I hope to see Tommy when the intercollegiate meet is run off in Madison Square Garden this winter. In the meantime, Anne and Tommy are headed for Key West, Fla., to visit their daughter and her new baby, to get some sun, to catch some fish and to see the Orange Bowl Game on the way home. Tommy hopes to look up Jake Gorton at Hialeah, Fla.

Late on a Sunday night in early December our telephone rang and I learned the sad and shocking news that Fred Hamm had gone to his Maker. I cannot think of any single person in our Class who was more respected and better liked than Fred. I recall so well how we worked out for the track and relay teams. Fred was a terrific competitor but with it all one of the finest people I have ever known. A steadfast friend through all the years, he never lost any of his abiding interest in Dartmouth and her people and their activities. It was always a pleasure on a trip to Chicago, no matter how hasty, to pick up the phone if only to have a few pleasant bantering words with Fred. He leaves behind not only his sorrowing family but a host of friends scattered throughout the length and breadth of the country. I am entirely sure that he will be deeply and sincerely mourned by all his classmates. To his beloved wife, Dorothy, and his daughters Shirley and Terry, as well as the other members of his family, I express the deep sympathy of the Class.

Ted Weis reports that he and Margaret are enjoying life out there in northwest Ohio. It seems that the blizzard, to which I referred above, missed them entirely, so their countryside is still green and beautiful much to their delight.

Sherry Baketel sent me a little item from the Philadelphia papers concerning the able Professor Albert Wesley Frey. It seems that Al is going to hold forth at the Institute for Marketing Communications at Philadelphia on January 5. Presiding at the affair will be Harrison F. Dunning '30, Executive Vice President of Scott Paper Company. Here's the lowdown on Al as presented by the Philadelphia Chamber of Commerce News:

Professor Frey, a Dartmouth graduate, has taught there and at the Amos Tuck School of Business Administration since 1920. He became a professor at the Amos Tuck School in 1937. He was Deputy Director, Office of Surplus Property, Washington, in 1944 and 1945. The author of several marketing treatises, he was Managing Editor, Journal of Marketing, 1950-53 and Editor-in-Chief, 1953-55.

One of the nicest things that happened at Christmastime was the receipt of a card from Dolly . Elliott. She was spending the holidays with her daughter and her family in Riverside, Conn. Dolly reports that son Dick '49' was chosen, as one of the fifteen doctors on the "S.S. Hope." The "Hope" is a hospital ship fitted out with the most modern medical equipment and know-how and sailed from San Francisco last September on a mission of mercy to the Far and Middle East. The purpose behind this project is to bring modern medical techniques, appliances and instruction to the many local doctors and surgeons at points where the "Hope" will dock. Incidentally, there is $4,500 worth of good old Sinclair fuel oil on board said ship as a gift from our company. I understand that a documentary film will appear sometime in January. I am sure it will be worth seeing. In the meantime, Dick reports from Bali that the Acting Consul in Sarabaja is a Dartmouth man. Small world, eh!

Stan Newcomer, according to wife Grace,, is regaining his strength and seems quite like himself again. Incidentally, the Newcomers report another grandson ... undoubtedly the most beautiful and smartest yet!

Dick Hayes from Blue Skies Village, Cathedral City, Calif., has sent me an inscribed copy of his latest publication "Travel Trailers and The Clubs." This is a fascinating volume and the fetching illustrations scattered profusely throughout it make one want to get out on the highways and visit some of the far-off places throughout the country which are so aptly described by Dick. Incidentally, there is a handsome likeness of the author on the book's jacket.

A very pleasant note from Dean Travis carries with it a breath of the wide open spaces. Here it is:

Was amused by your imaginative squib in the October issue of the Alumni Magazine. No, I haven't gone western yet, and I'm sure that I never shall. After waiting all these years for the opportunity, I'm now trying to get caught up on my fly fishing and my wing shooting, as well as my reading. This retirement is really wonderful.

I am building an authentic Cape Cod house and that has kept me busy since September. Builders out here know nothing about colonial homes and that causes many problems. Most of the materials have to be brought in from the East. Well, the worst seems to be over and we hope to be in our new home by Christmas.

Expect to visit my' freshman roommate Abe Winslow during the winter, although he doesn't know it yet.

Charlie Mills forwarded his class dues and with them a most interesting communique to Al Frey, as follows:

Don't think I have seen you for 42 years but it is interesting to follow your activities in the Alumni Magazine and to note your remarks on the annual Class 1920 dues notice.

This past year Trueman Loeblein, who you will remember in the old Reed Hall days, called my office when he was in Minneapolis on business for his Salisbury, N. C., furniture upholstering business but I was out-of-town so did not get to chat with him. I'll stop the next time I drive through Salisbury en route to Florida.

I am going to Denver, Colo., to spend Christmas with my two grandsons there and will go on to Pasadena, Calif., from there to see the Rose Bowl Game.

Say "hello" to Ed Booth for me.

In a recent mail came a very fetching mail order catalog bearing the impress of L. W. (Larry) Clarkson, P. O. Box 8121, Los Angeles 8, Calif. It has been many a long day since we have had any word of Larry. However, in his message he indicates that he has given up retirement and has entered the mail order business on his own. From the appearance of his catalog I have no doubt that he'll do all right and certainly we all wish him well.

On November 30, your secretary had the honor and pleasure of addressing the 231st Annual Banquet of the Saint Andrew's Society of Charleston, S. C. This organization, founded in 1729, is a highly important influence in the social life of South Carolina. The banquet really was quite something. Since the Saint Andrew's Society is basically a Scottish organization, a number of interesting Scotch traditions prevail. We marched into the banquet hall led by the Citadel Bagpipe Band. The main course was piped in as was the traditional haggis. The bard of the Society, in Gaelic costume, wielded the traditional sword as he recited Gaelic verse and with considerable ritual slashed open the haggis. It was a most interesting evening, made even more pleasant by two days of traditional Charleston hospitality.

No doubt a good many of the brethren will have headed South by this time. Have fun and, if your travels take you through New York, drop in at 600 Fifth Avenue (Tenth Floor) and say "hello" to your Secretary. Cheerio!

Ort Hicks '21, Vice President of the College, and the headmasters of Hawaiian secondary schools were guests of the Dartmouth Club of Hawaii on December 18, at the Reef Hotel, Waikiki. Among the sixty present for the cocktail party and buffet dinner were (l to r) William Wong, principal, Roosevelt High School; Harold Kent, president, The Kamehameha Schools; Hicks; James Taylor, headmaster, Hawaii Preparatory Academy; John Fox, president, Punahou School; and Burton MacLean, headmaster, Iolano School.

Secretary, 350 East 57th St. New York 22, N. Y.

Treasurer, 35 School St., Hanover, N. H.