1920

As I write these notes Dorothy and I are getting ready to take off for Hanover by way of our farm for the Class Officers Weekend. It will be good to get back, but there's a fly in the ointment. Our Annual Meeting of Stockholders takes place in mid-May and I am in a state of near exhaustion trying to keep up with 127,000 stockholders, most of whom are unhappy and irate for one reason or another. This condition results in very heavy correspondence, telephone calls, personal visits, and so forth. However, there is one consolation in that come August I bid farewell to all of this for ever and a day and thereafter can go fishing any time my bride permits.

A nice newsy letter from Doc (Dr. ErwinC.) Miller brings us up-to-date on the comings and goings of all the Millers. Son Dusty graduates from Dartmouth this June and has been elected to Phi Beta Kappa. During his stay at Dartmouth he has sung in the Glee Club. He plans to go to law school in the fall and will specialize in international law, leading probably to some sort of Foreign Service. He recently represented the College at an intercollegiate seminar at West Point, and was scheduled to take part in a similar seminar at the Air Force Academy at Colorado Springs. Daughter Edith, better known as Deedee, is a sophomore at Oberlin, her mother's alma mater, and has been accepted by the Lisle Fellowship for a summer international goodwill seminar and a period of study with a group of twelve young people from several colleges traveling in the areas of West and East Berlin, East Germany, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Leningrad, Moscow, Kiev, Tashkent, Samarkand and the region of Alma-Ata, which is only a few miles from Mongolia. While in the Black Sea area she will live in a Moslem community in an international student camp. Deedee has been greatly interested in Russian culture and literature and speaks excellent Russian.

Harriet and Doc recently returned from a trip to Puerto Rico, Santo Domingo, and Haiti. They spent several days on the Limbe River in northern Haiti inspecting a mission hospital in which their church is interested. More than 100,000 natives in that area are taken care of by the missionary doctor, Dr. William Hodges and his wonderful nurse-trained wife. Doc says this is one of the worst malaria areas in the world and reports that he had the opportunity to study many types of tropical diseases including leprosy, all types of malaria, filariasis, yaws, and dozens of other tropical pathologies. They heard the drumming and the yelling of Voodoo ceremonies taking place in many areas in the surrounding mountains and valleys. Doc says it was an exciting and tremendously interesting experience. He and Harriet haven't decided definitely on plans for the summer, but they expect to do something in the way of travel before next fall.

Henry H. Hayes, aerial photographer extraordinary, has moved his diggings from Lansing, Mich., to Rochester, N. Y. LloydVail Vleet Young is now retired - lucky guy - and is holed up at Darien, Conn.

My ever faithful correspondent GuggerFiske reports a binge of some kind or other of the Boston 1920 Class Agents at the University Club of Boston. There they heard what Gugger terms "a most inspiring talk" by Prexy Dickey. Mugs Morrill, GeorgeMacomber, and Ken Spalding were present in addition to Gugger. Bing Whitaker was doing the twist somewhere and couldn't make it. Gugger reports a call recently on Frank (Scout) and Alice Lee, both of whom are retired. Gugger recalls nostalgically that the Lees and the Fiskes formerly took in the local football games with some very specially prepared Martinis!

It certainly was good to learn from Al Foley's Newsletter that Ted Marden is out of the hospital and resting at home. More power to you, Ted.

Paul Weil, the old advertising maestro, is still representing several industrial trade publications throughout the East. He headquarters in Great Neck, N. Y. The report is that son Don, Colgate '49, is now doing most of the heavy work while the old man gets his primary diversion in the form of lefthanded golf at the North Hempstead Country Club.

If any of you folks have family troubles - and I hope you don't - it would be well to move to Fish Creek, Door County, Wis., and get together with Attorney Donald H. C. MacKay. The Door County Advocate, published at Sturgeon Bay, Wis., in a recent issue ran an article to the effect that Don has been appointed Family Court Commissioner for Door County. It must be a very tough job for the announcement states that the new Commissioner will hold office hours at the Courthouse ,at 2:00 P.M. each Friday. I have always aspired to such a job and have no doubt that good old Don will see to it that the family troubles are handled by 5:00 P.M. each Friday. That means fishing on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and even Friday morning, to say nothing of Saturday and Sunday. Seriously, Don wishes he'd lived up there all his life. Well, I join him in those sentiments pertaining to the bucolic life!

A pleasant note from Dorothy Hamm recounts the various and sundry Dartmouths who have crossed her trail at Vero Beach this past winter. Quite a number of Big Greeners are living in and about the Vero Beach area, so that in the course of a season Dorothy sees quite a few of the tribe.

In the April issue we commented on the honors heaped upon Kenneth W. Spalding, Chairman of the Board of Hodgson Houses, Inc., at the convention of the National Association of Home Builders in Chicago. Now comes the word that Ken has been elected a member of the Board of Directors of the Home Manufacturers Association. The action took place at the annual HMA Presidents' Council Meeting in Washington, D. C., on March 16. The Association represents firms which produce the major portion of manufactured homes built in the United States and Canada. Presently about one of every six single family houses erected is a manufactured house. Incidentally, Hodgson Houses, Inc., of which Ken is Chairman, was founded in 1892 and is the oldest home manufacturer in the country.

Rally round folks and give a bit of an assist to good old Jack Mayer, Class Agent for the Alumni Fund. Your humble scribe knows how tough that job is since he presently is an Assistant Class Agent. There are so many new and wondrous things going on at Hanover that you'd be awfully happy to support could you but know about them all. Do read the Alumni Fund literature as it reaches you. It is most informative about the College and its affairs. So, now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party! Dig into your jeans and try to come up with a sizable Alumni Fund contribution.

As you will remember, class notes are not published during the summer months so this is the last issue you'll receive until next October. Have a wonderful summer and stay out of the hot sun!

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

Class Agent, 90 Iron Mine Dr., Staten Island 1, N. Y.