1914

You may remember that your old friend Cicero said, "As I like a young man in whom there is something old, so I like an old man in whom there is something young." So here's a handshake and best Birthday Wishes to the following men who qualify on these two counts: Cranston, Crowell, Hall, Hanna, Hinman, Jones, Little, Mead, Sheldon, Spore, Tilton, Washburn, Wescott, Wethey, Wolf, Woodies, and Woodman.

"Fraitnie" Pooler writes from Weston, Mass., that he is now "involuntarily retired" but he says he can still kick up his heels and plod up to town and back and shovel out his driveway. That's a lot more than some of us can do and we congratulate this ex-lumberman.

Jim Gregg writes from Wellesley that he's still in the investment business and lives in the same house he has occupied for 31 years. He says he hasn't done much in the way of travel or vacations. But he certainly has done much in maintaining his interest in 1914, in Dartmouth, and in everything that has to do with it. He also writes that Ernie Kimball is still confined to his home, but is just as much interested in Dartmouth as ever, and would appreciate drop-ins or notes. He lives at 48 Brettwood Rd., Belmont 78, Mass.

"Howey" Fahey who used to cavort effectively on the baseball field for Dartmouth as a utility infielder is contemplating donning his spikes again. He is planning to line up with the Old Timers at the March of Dimes baseball game in Florida. It was only the peerless infielders of Baker, Barry, Collins, and McInnis in the heyday of the Philadelphia Athletics that kept Howey out of the Hall of Fame.

"Ducky" Drake and his late father seem to hold a father-son team payless record. Together they served on the Weymouth School Committee for a total of over fifty years. There is another record in the Drake family. Father Drake - also a doctor - brought his son into the world. It seems that when Ducky was about to be born, the other doctor previously engaged for the event couldn't come, so "Ducky" was brought into the world by a Weymouth school committeeman and then picked up the job himself. If you are looking for a man to be called "Mr. Weymouth, Mass.," you don't have to go out of the Drake family.

If you hear a lot of chatter about "lateral incisions, retractable retractors, and prolapsed highballs" coming out of Arizona this month, don't be alarmed. That will just be Doctors W. W. Washburn and "Rocky"Flanders in one of their get-togethers with wives.

Your secretary messed up a few miles. Jack Dellinger wrote me from Naples, Fla., not Naples, Italy. But the climate is about the same. So I hope you will excuse this 3,000-mile blunder.

The notice of Page Junkins' death appears in the obituary section of this or a subsequent issue. Here was a quiet, friendly, able soul who has left us.

Walt Humphrey's son Morton has a very sweet setup. He got out of the Navy in '45 and went to work for Fred Davidson's Flow Sweet Syrups and Sugars. Fred says the boy has climbed rapidly, and since Walt was voted one of the three cleverest men in the class - and we know his mother too - we are not at all surprised.

Gus Fuller and his committee have done a wonderful job in the organization of the Sno Bird. By this time you have undoubtedly received a schedule of events, and I'm sure that if you are fortunate enough to be there, you will realize how effectively the committee has worked to produce another memorable event.

Gail Gardner, the best educated cowboy in Prescott, Ariz., has become an authoritative speaker on Arizona history and the much-acclaimed author of what is called "Cowboy Doggerel." We learn that Gail has recently spoken before the Arizona Pioneers' Historical Society on the subject of "Old-Time Whiskey Row in Prescott." That is where Gail was born, but the allusion to "Whiskey Row" and its appropriateness to Gail somehow or other escapes us. Perhaps under the influence of this title he has written many songs of the West which have been published, sung, and pirated through that picturesque territory. We will have to remember this outstanding talent for our 50th.

The next time you fellows are looking for a helpmate, be sure you write to Bill Holway and ask for the formula on which he made his selection. Bill's wife, Hope, wrote me a stunning letter of information for Bill, who, as always, has been - even in college - busier than that one-armed paper hanger about which you have heard. Bill is a muchsought-after consulting engineer in Tulsa, Okla., where he heads the firm of W. R. Holway and Associates. His office has hansome of the largest construction jobs in the area and he is still at it with all the vigor and competence which we well remember from college days. The Holways have two sons (young Bill, Dartmouth 1942) and both are associated with dad and both, according to reports, carrying a great deal of the burden of the work in this thriving office. Hope Holway is a partner in the firm and, if I can judge from the quality of her letter, her end of the work is in very capable hands. Many thanks, Hope.

At long last an excellent letter from "Cap" Lawrence in Groton, Mass. "Cap" and I have lived sixteen miles apart for years but it remained for his grandson and my grandson - who may some day be classmates in Dartmouth - to bring us together by mail. "Cap," of course, is a very distinguished banker - and we use the word advisedly and, according to his employees in the family enterprise, is "the best boss in Massachusetts." His employees also tell me that "Cap" takes very good care of himself by slacking off at the proper time in Florida and at his summer place on Buzzards Bay. If you ever decide you need to borrow money, you might want to bear in mind that "Cap" is President of one of the soundest banks in Massachusetts.

Proctor Lincoln is still newspapering. Proctor joined the Hearst organization in 1916 and admits that this is quite a span. Proctor has two daughters and is living with one of them in Abington, Mass. We are glad to hear from this fellow who responded so kindly to my appeal for news.

Win Ross wrote a cheerful card after his return from a six-week stay in the hospital. It took the doctors a long time to diagnose the difficulty, but they found it and Win has now rebounded vigorously.

The Class sympathizes sincerely with JackKnoop whose wife passed away in November. Jack is living alone in his big house outside of Troy, Ohio, and sincerely hopes that any Fourteeners that come near will stop in and pay him a visit.

"Ellsworth Buck Never Misses!" Ellsworth and his wife think no more of flying to Europe than you and I think of driving to the drug store. They have just returned from a flight to Zurich, Switzerland with their daughter Mary. They spent "the Holidays" with their other daughter Peggy and her family. Now they're home, and I'll guarantee that Ellsworth is working like everything on the Golden Book.

Well, I guess that's all for this time. Don't forget to send me pictures of our undergraduate days. They're always interesting and heart warming.

Secretary, Farwell Lane, New London, N. H.

Treasurer, 165 Marlboro St., Wollaston 70, Mass.

Bequest Chairman,