1916
A tip of the hat and sincere congratulations to Cliff Bean for the honor which came to him at the Alumni Council banquet at Hanover in January. He was one of two members to receive an award and a replica of the Wentworth Bowl for "distinguished achievement and service to their college and community." It is fortunate that your Secretary has the benefit of the Dartmouth News Service and scouts scattered over the land, and doesn't have to depend on the modest principals in many such circumstances, — otherwise you would be sadly uninformed as far as this column is concerned.
A card from Art Conley from the Canal Zone on the extended cruise he and Carolyn are taking to the South Seas. As these notes are written they should be heading from the Cook Islands to New Zealand.
A fine visit from Rog Evans, who never fails to get in touch with me when he comes over to see his daughter, Ann and her husband, Bill Coe, who live in Radnor. Bill is an archeologist with the University of Pennsylvania expedition which is uncovering the ceremonial city of Tikal, built by the pre-Columbian Maya Indians in the Guatemalan lowlands. Rog has always kept in rather close touch with our late Classmate, Judge Phillips and told me many splendid things about him. And Ken Stowell and Larry Davidson have added fine tributes, describing him as "intellectual but modest, hopeful but unfortunate, never bitter, friendly, but alone and lonely, ... a brilliant individual, but a most lovable, kind and loyal man - a true credit to Dartmouth and our Class."
Cap Carey, a nonpareil when it comes to correspondence, tended out on Cliff Gammons and me when we both had bouts with surgeons. His letters were almost the equivalent of one pretty nurse — but not quite. He, Jack English, and Fred Bailey go down to see Shorty Shaw at a Rhode Island nursing home quite often and have cheered up the poor lad considerably. Cap is no stranger to the medical profession and has to watch his step carefully, due to a heart condition, which has placed him in the hospital on several occasions, after strenuous ambulance runs, with police escort and all the fixin's. But he always manages to bounce back, and may he ever continue to do so. Although retired from the insurance business the banks in Providence consult Cap in insurance problems and that takes him to town on occasion. He roomed with Jack English in Middle Fayer in his freshman year. I roomed there my junior and senior years with Dave Shumway. Other denizens of that rough and tough dorm - Norvie Millmore '15, Tommy Tomfohrde '15, Mecca Holmes, Tug Tyler, Ed Riley and Herb Stiegler. As Cap expressed it, "A dorm and era of 'never a dull moment.'" Incidentally Cap has recently acquired a new son-in-law. His daughter, Jean, was married to Arthur ML Grimes.
Stirling Wilson went into the Jacksonville Naval Hospital in late January for surgical treatment, only to have the operation postponed. He was allowed to go home, much to his relief, and will probably be back in the hospital by the time you are reading this. The best of luck to him from all the Class.
MUSIC MAN 1916; A REMINISCENCE: Jack English's great love for music prompted him, back in his college days, to locate every singer on campus who could warble a note or fake harmony. He found that his fraternity, Kappa Sig, had no singers except Glee Clubbers, who needed music to sing. Delta Tau had good tenors, Phi Gam, likewise; Phi Phi, good baritones; Sigma Chi, good basses, etc. Although he couldn't read music himself he catalogued every singer on campus. Likewise overseas in World War I he organized a quartet in every camp, station, regiment, or battalion with which he was'connected. And also, you may recall, at the Universite de Montpellier in France, where he studied after the war. In all these places he introduced Dartmouth songs and songs of the campus. Now his three daughters and Kay make a fine quartet, and four of his grandchildren, the Lang boys, are young nightingales.
Joe Newmark, having swum to his 50-mile goal at the Salem Y (oh! no! not all in one immersion, Pierre), is now looking forward to the completion of a hundred-mile goal. After that he may undertake a hundredmile hike, just to shame the boys at the White House.
Having read Bill Brown's latest book, "A Hand On My Shoulder," which is not only a fine historical novel but a good yarn to boot, I was interested in learning whether the Indian rendezvous, St. Francis Village, was a real or fictional place, since I couldn't find it, even on an automobile map of that section. Bill tells me that it was the village which Rogers' Rangers attacked and burned in 1759, as recounted in Kenneth Roberts' "Northwest Passage." It is now a small reservation at the edge of a village called Pierreville in .Quebec. When Eleazar Wheelock was laying his plans for the College he had the young men of St. Francis in mind as possible students. However only a few of them came to Dartmouth.
April is the Month of Opportunity for the Class, the month when the Alumni Fund gets formally under way. Each and every one of us is given the Opportunity to show his love for Dartmouth by a gift which truly represents the measure of his ability to give. Jim Shanahan has put in a tremendous amount of work this past winter in behalf of the Fund. Be kind to him, boys.
Secretary, 7 SwarthmorePl.,Swarthmore,Pa.
Class Agent, 1155 Union St., Manchester, N.H.
