1920
Your secretary and spouse have just returned from a three-day meeting in Cleveland, Ohio. I have attended many Dartmouth functions since 1916 but none better organized and more smoothly functioning than this joint meeting of the Alumni Council and Regional Alumni Conference. From the reception and dinner on Thursday, January 26, until the last dog was hung in the morn- ing session on Saturday, January 28, it was a great Dartmouth affair. I imagine that it Will be written up elsewhere in this issue of the magazine so I won't bear down too much except to say that you should have been there and had you, you'd have carried away a tremendous inspiration. The highlight of the affair was the dinner on Friday evening in which the ladies joined. The smartly dressed gals and the cheery atmosphere of hospitality and friendliness will be long remembered by all who attended.
At the meeting I was delighted to run into my old team-mate, Dudley Page, whom I haven't seen since 1920. We had some good laughs together talking about the old days, as you can well imagine. Dudley was accompanied by his charming wife Anne.
Stan and Grace Newcomer came over from Monroe, Mich., despite the bad wintry weather. Stan reports his condition as very much improved and actually he looked pretty good to me. He is still required to take things easy and talks in terms of retiring.
The weather in Cleveland was pretty rugged, varying from 8° below on Thursday to 2° below on Saturday. However, I am getting to be pretty tough about this weather thing. New York has been a mess all winter with snow all over the place and everybody screaming about snow removal, slippery pavements, slushy sidewalks, and all that sort of thing. We haven't been up to our farm in the northwestern corner of Connecticut since last Thanksgiving. The weather station up there has reported one day at 25° below and another at 330 below. There is said to be more snow up there than at any time within the last thirty years. I am glad there is a lot of snow cover as that will save the shrubbery, perennials and so forth.
On February 3 we are flying up to Boston for a Tuck School Board Meeting and I have just called Mel Merritt to alert him for the occasion.
Bun and Dorothy Harvey passed through New York recently to go aboard the Bergensfjord en route to a cruise around the world. I just had a card from Bun from San Pedro, Calif., where the ship put in. He is very enthusiastic about the trip and says he got a real kick out of going through the Panama Canal. They will be in Los Angeles for a day or so and then on across the wide Pacific to Japan and other points in the far east.
The January 7 edition of the New York Times carried a fetching picture of Joan Sackett, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George S. Sackett... our own George. Joan is encaged to marry Robert Clendenin Proctor, son of Mr. and Mrs. Barton A. Proctor of Larchmont. Joan is an alumna of Knox School and Pine Manor Junior College. She graduated from Garland Junior College and also studied at the Barmore School in New York. Her husband-to-be is a graduate of the University of Maryland. Well, if he is as nice a guy as his future father-in-law, one could ask for nothing more!
A brief note from Eric Stahl in Tulsa, Okla., announces the birth on December 30 of their first grandchild, Katherine Stuart Peden, to their youngest daughter Edith and her husband, Dr. James C. Peden Jr. Dr. Peden is presently Chief Resident at Barnes Hospital in St. Louis, but come July 1 he, Edith and the baby will take up residence in England where he will study under a fellowship at Oxford.
The Grosvenor Plowmans have a brand new house in Portland, Me., where they had the good fortune to spend Christmas. It won't be too long until Grosvenor retires and then the house in Portland will be "home." Just for a change of pace they have a very pleasant farm in Danbury, N. H., not too far from Hanover.
Sherry Baketel made The Daily Dartmouth, "The Oldest College Newspaper in America," in the January 5 issue. I am indebted to Bud Weymouth for bringing it to my attention. Sherry sent in a commentary by Senator Barry Goldwater who said, appropos of college fraternities, "where fraternities are not allowed communism flourishes." The Senator went on to say "young men who are inexperienced, but have faith, are more useful than older, experienced men without faith; and we look more and more to fraternities to provide our future leadership."
Eddie Bo wen called up a few days ago "just passing through." Inquiry as to Frank Morey's whereabouts was fruitless since Ed hadn't seen him in many months. As a former secretary of this great Class one would expect to hear from Candidate Morey, the pride of F.A.C.O.T.S.
The February 1 edition of the New York Times carried a charming picture and a news item to the effect that the Bowens have announced the engagement of their daughter Barbara to Michael Allan Mcintosh, son of Mr. and Mrs. Allan J. Mcintosh of New York and Sunnyfield Farm, Bedford Village. A spring wedding in New York is planned. Barbara attended St. Agnes School in Albany and graduated from Smith College. She also studied at the Courtauld Institute of History of Art at the University of London, and presently is affiliated with the American Federation of Arts in New York. The groom-to-be studied at Choate School and Haverford College: He is with Fahne-stock and Company, brokers in New York, of which his father is a partner. Barbara is a junior edition of her ever charming Ma and that, of course, makes her tops in my book.
My expectations for a mid-winter trip to Hanover, where there is always a wealth of news to be rounded up, were rudely shattered in mid-January when a blizzard swept through these parts and grounded all planes. By the strangest of coincidences the trains to Hanover were out of service because of the tugboat strike in New York Harbor. So, actually, Hanover was incommunicado transportation-wise for about three days and those happened to be the days for which our meeting had been called. Obviously the meeting had to be called off and I had to stay here in New York and wait out the storm which was really a doozy.
When this issue of the magazine reaches you winter will be gasping out its last breath (I hope). Although the weather has been kind to the oil business, I must say spring will look good to me and to most everybody else I guess. Cheerio for now.
Secretary, 350 East 57th St. New York 22, N. Y.
Treasurer, 35 School St., Hanover, N. H.
