1914
Happy Birthday to the following: C. E. Buck, C. W. Buck, Conn, Davis, Duke, Flanders, S. A. Fuller, Green, Humphries, W. M. Johnson, Kehayas, Lincoln, L. V. Lyons, Margeson, Mayo, Munson, Peppard, Saville, Simanton, H. A. Smith, and Van Riper. May you have many more!
It seems to your secretary that if 1914 ever enters a contest for the most personable offspring of our class, it will simply be a case of no competition. Our Red Loudon’s daughter Mary and her very personable Dartmouth husband, Yates Eckart ’52, with their two children, visited us up here last month. We would be willing to send these people into competition with any class and we are sure we would come off with first prize. They are a distinct honor to one of the best men Dartmouth ever had.
You will recognize many distinguished 1914ers in the accompanying photograph at the unveiling of Walt Humphrey’s stunning mural in the new Dartmouth headquarters in the Commodore Hotel in New York City. I saw the sketch, but I can see the com- pleted panel only if I can get to New York before snow clogs our roads. I know it will be worth the trip.
Jim Hawley retired last June after many years of teaching math at the Wardlaw Country Day School in Plainfield, N. J. If you think that retirement might cause time to go by on leaden wheels, Jim is a perfect proof to the contrary. He is one of the rec- ognized Eastern authorities on nature study, is consultant to the “Trailside” magazine, and he has lectured in many places. His hobby is “The Deserted Village” and when people get into some sort of dispute about where this certain covered bridge was lo- cated and what happened to it, they are auite likely to get in touch with Jim, who quickly settles all doubts. With these strong interests and plenty of travel and plenty of reading, Jim’s youth will be perennial.
One of the reasons why 1914 is probably called “The Famous Class” is ThorndikeSaville. He was recently made an honorary member of the American Society of Civil Engineers. That august body has 48,000 members but only 45 honorary members. Do you see what we mean?
Still in the department of distinguished retiring T4ers, note that Erie Fairfield is now in the class of those who use the alarm clock only to signal when to go to bed. Erie has just retired as Professor of Modern Languages and Literature at the University of Pittsburgh after 47 years of service. It is your secretary’s hope that this retirement will give Erie a chance to tell me some more about what he is doing and plans to do. He used to write stunning essays for Dr. Lickleider and Wilson Follett and I am willing to guarantee in advance an A+ on any essay that Erie submits to me.
We had a very, very good and welcome letter from Frank Llewellyn, who for some obscure reason was always called Hank. His opponents on the football field had one or two other names for him which, for ob- vious reasons, cannot be published. Hank writes that unfortunately, Wheaton, 111., is so far away from Hanover that he is some- what out of touch with what is going on, but his interest in just as keen as ever. Hank’s son is a Naval architect in New Lon- don. Conn., working for General Dynamics, and his married daughter is living in Wis- consin. He has a total of six grandchildren, and I suppose between bouts of baby sitting and visitin’ around, he is able to pursue his hobbies of golf and speaking. Remembering Hank and his record in college and m the Army, we can be very sure that his per- formance in both of these departments is highly creditable.
John Plane is most generous in dispensing class news about other classmates, but he is a little bit niggardly in telling about him- self. lohn writes that Henry Koelsch’s sis- ter stopped in at the Co-op to tell him that Beulah is living in Los Angeles. Henry’s oldest boy, Peter, Dartmouth ’42, is in a wholesale catering business in southern Cali- fornia and doing very well. Another son, Bill, entered Dartmouth as a freshman this year and his son Philip, an Annapolis grad- uate who was in the steel business, was called back into the Naval service and is commanding a destroyer somewhere in the Mediterranean.
“Ducky” Drake is one of the two surviv- ing founders of the very excellent South Shore Hospital in Weymouth, Mass. That hospital, under Ducky’s sponsorship, has grown from a 20-bed affair to a 180-bed operation and is considered one of the best in New England. Some time we are going down to Weymouth to see the portrait of Ducky which they have now hung in the reception room of the hospital.
Here’s an invitation for all T4ers! “Rocky” Flanders, who lives much of the time in Bermuda when he is not doctoring in Manchester, invites us all to look him up. He even goes so far as to give his address . and that is dangerous!! We hope there are plenty of beds and picnic tables ready for rent in Bermuda next winter because T4ers do get around. Get ready, Rocky.
Now along comes a very informing letter from Bill Brcslin. He reports a wonderful vacation in Damariscotta, Me., but tells us that Molly, near the end of summer, had a heart attack and was hospitalized for a month and an invalid for ten weeks. Evi- dently, however, Bill’s ministrations as cook, nurse, housekeeper, etc., were efficient be- cause Molly has turned the corner and is apparently well on the way to recovery. --r . , . j i •
George Webster’s new address is Wood- land Boulevard, Tucson, Ariz. From there he writes that he has two grandchildren, a son, and a daughter in San Carlos, Calif., and that all is well. This sounds like another invitation to a most salubrious climate for George says he will be very glad to see any T4ers who come down there this winter. If George will guarantee to take me to Scotts- dale every morning, I would be glad to take him in with me to watch the Red Sox work out. i , 1 1 * 1 ottor TrAin
At long last, a wonderful letter from “The Moose.” We tried a long time to elicit this information, but the wait was well war- ranted because the letter is a dandy, with many a chuckle. Our friend Engelhora was good enough to enclose a batch of material from his “Mem. Book,” some of which took me back over the intervening years to the days when we were young and gay and when the Rogers Hotel in Lebanon served, among other things, a very good sirloin dinner with everything else for $2.65. The letter is so funny and evokes so many pleas- ant memories that we are sending it on to Mart Remsen in the hope that his greater space will be more adequate for this rare epistle.
A friend of mine on the golf links watched a tall young blonde woman whack a golf ball down where even the men would like to get one, and, on inquiry, it developed that her name was Engelhorn, that she is one of the best golfers in the United States, and that she is a niece of our old friend “Moose.” It runs in the family. “Moose” is now retired as Director of Property Admin- istration for the 4th Naval District and tells us that he and Viola are busy around the home and visiting with their two daugh- ters in Virginia and Oregon. Four grand- children is the total count with one of them a sophomore at Willamette University m Salem, Ore. That is home territory for the “Moose,” where they grow them big, active, genial, kindly, and efficient, if this one sam- ple we know is characteristic.
Your secretary asks a favor: I need about ten copies of the November 1961 Alumni Magazine. Can you spare yours and mail it to me? Many thanks.
1914 gathered at the Dartmouth Club of New York in April to salute Walter BeachHumphrey ’l4 at the unveiling of his mural in the bar. L to r: Larmon, Daley, anon-’l4 ringer, Buck, Hands, Haywood, Cook, The Ambassador, Humphrey, Breslm,Sleeper, Davidson, and Kingsley.
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