1921
Now that our Ellis Briggs has been appointed Ambassador to Spain, we may feel sure that in his off hours the word caza (hunting) and its variants will figure in his vocabulary. An ardent cazador, General Franco loves his fiestas de caza. He and Ellis, wearing their cazadora (hunting jackets) and their gorra de caza (hunting caps), will take off not on caballo de caza (hunting horses) with trompa de caza (hunting horns) but in yip de caza (jeeps) with perros de caza (hunting dogs). In man-scout fashion Ellis may carry his cuchillo de caza (hunting knife). When they return to the pabellón de caza (hunting lodge), perhaps cazadoras (huntresses) may be ready to serve Manzanilla de caza muy pálida. More likely than dry pale hunting sherry, however, may be champaña, for Senor Franco will recognize a crack cazador and choose a vino espumoso in the highest tradition of sparkling Spanish courtesy. Primarily a cazador de pajaros, Ellis likes faisanes, becadas, patos, perdices, and cordornices. If you, no hunter, don't know these birds, ask Joe Folger or Corey Ford, John Sullivan or Dana Lamb,Phil Noyes or Homer Cleary. Sporty American birds like gansos silvestres (wild geese) and pavos silvestres (wild turkeys) make good shooting also, but Ellis may be happy to settle for Spanish pheasant, woodcock, ducks, partridges, and quail.
It was hot and sunny in Houston early in December, 78 degrees. The golf links were luring the sunny and hot golfers. Pressing against a window pane, a sad face watched the seventy sharp shooters go by. It belonged to Sandy Sanders. Doctors had forbidden him to swing a club before the middle of December. Reason: an operation, prostate, and successful. But it meant eleven days in the hospital and seven more at home. But what are 18 days lost to the office compared to one afternoon lost on the sunny and hot Houston golf links? Ask Rynie Rothschild or Loring Goulding, ask Dan Patch or Don Morse, ask Paul Sanderson or Hilton Campbell. Should you ask Ella Grace, she would reply, "Sir, the question is rhetorical."
The Invitation North and South Tournament at Pinehurst last year was not up to its usual excellence. Reason: Red Stanley went to Florida. Next year the tournament should return to normal. Reason: Red will give it a whirl. At the moment his golf is so bad, he says, that his Aunt Emma, who prefers tiddly-winks to golf, could give him strokes and beat him. Why, even Jack Hurd could take him. In Florida the Stanleys saw Al Palmer '20 and on the way home made a delightful over-night stop with Norm andDiane Kadison in White Plains. Some 45 Dartmouth men at the Brae Burn Country Club last fall joined Red in a golfing afternoon. Pitted against Slugger Red, Spider Martin '19, Ted Learnard '24, Tom Shirley '18, and Rock Hayes '19 looked better than they ordinarily might.
When Reg Miner attended recently the dedication of the new John Hancock building in New Orleans, among the 1,000 guests at the VIP reception he found Bob Elsasser, economic adviser to several business concerns. Minnie had spent a week in New York in an orgy of play going and shopping. With 90 dinners given in various cities John Hancock will celebrate its 100th anniversary April 23. Reg will do the honors for the company in Rochester, N. Y. If in Hanover May 4, he looks haggard, it may be because on May 2 and 3 he with Sylvia's help had entertained 1,200 agents and their wives descending with gleams in their eyes on the Boston Home Office for the annual meeting. The Miners plan on six weeks in Europe in May not to rest up but to combine pleasure and business.
Cory Litchard and Irene love Portugal; Harry Mosser and Carolyn, Italy, which they can praise with discrimination. Get them to talk, about the Caruso Belvidere, that enchanting hotel above the sea in Ravello. Signore Caruso may wear twentieth-century clothes, but, like a Renaissance nobleman, he has Latin charm and old-world manners. At table Harry drank with gusto Caruso wine pressed from grapes grown on slopes between the sea and the palace-like hotel with antique furniture. A hush falls over the dining room when the speciality of the house, chocolate souffle, is carried in by benign, not to say reverential, waiters.
With a young associate taking on more responsibility, Jerry Cutler is spending less time on his grain and paint business in Adrian, Mich. He is playing more golf, and he and Helen are indulging their wanderlust moods. In 1960 they visited Hawaii and saw Pud Walker and Ted Merriam. In 1961 they flew to London and in a rented car drove about England and France. In 1962 they hope to poke about the Eastern seaboard, and in 1963 they will explore ("poke" is hardly the word) the Orient.
Like many Dartmouth fathers, HowardSlayton says, "Nothing of any interest to anyone in my life, but listen to this about my son.... Howard and Marian had about as exciting a Christmas present as any couple in 1921. At the U. S. Naval Submarine Base, New London, they saw Vice Admiral Elton W. Grenfell, Commander Submarine Force, U. S. Atlantic Fleet, present their son Lt. Marshall T. Slayton '52, USN, with a citation for "outstanding performance of duties as assistant operations officer of Submarine Squadron Two and Refitting and Training Group." Turn to the 1952 class notes for the report on the citation and Marshall's picture.
Hal Bramam has a good position (non-paying by his own request) in the Alumni Records Office, Dartmouth College, where he is helping to edit the 25th reunion volume of the Class of 1937. He is also doing research for forthcoming articles in the DARTMOUTH ALUMNI MAGAZINE on the Forensic Union and on Dartmouth songs, music, and composers from the days of Eleazar Wheelock to the present, a really big job taking him into the Baker Library archives.
Retired last October after 41 years with the Pacific Tel. and Tel., Guy Wallick since then has done nothing. The vocabulary is special, Wallick. He likes to guy us with his indolence. Listen: He is working for Dartmouth about bequest, development, and enrollment activities. He attended the Beta National Convention in Pasadena to put into motion the proper forces to get the Dartmouth chapter properly restored. It was. He bethought himself of the pleasure of fishing in Mexico and acted on it, as others do not. Result: 19 sailfish. Longing for glimpses of the High Sierras, he hied himself there, and his cabin gave him a mountain cheer as he blew in. He conducted an A. M. A. Workshop Seminar in Organization in Los Angeles. How pleasant to see Furb and Mary Haight, he thought, and for Guy to think is to act. The holocaust? Furb squirted water on his roof and prepared for the worst. Then the wind changed as the house closest to theirs, only 200 yards away, caught fire. Guy took over Jan. 1 the Presidency of the Society of Western Artists. From Oct. 1 to Jan. 2 is 93 days. Some retiring executives, mighty tired, need about three months to get rested. Guy relaxed for about 93 minutes, and since that time he has done nothing, Wallick fashion. What a guy!
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