1922

Our Fiftieth Reunion, June 9-10-11, may be whirling when you see these notes. Your classmates hope you will join the festivity in Hanover. Even if you can come back only for part time you will be most welcome.

Jack Dodd, Dartmouth Trustee Emeritus, will deliver the 50-Year Address to the General Association of Alumni at Saturday's luncheon. Classmate and President John Kemeny will also address the convocation.

Rev. Dick Beyer, '22's most senior member, will conduct '22's Memorial Service in Rollins Chapel Saturday morning.

Bill Bullen, Class President, will be the speaker at the Class Dinner, Saturday evening. Wives are invited, of course, to all Reunion events.

Carter Hoyt, beloved classmate and dedicated Dartmouth alumnus, will miss a '22 reunion for the first time. To our great sadness, he has passed away. A more complete report appears in the obituary section.

Notable classmates have frequently appeared in these notes for academic, athletic, and altruistic accomplishments. Here, on the eve of our Fiftieth Reunion, it seems appropriate that the Class should again recognize with honor our Phi Beta Kappas. They are Ned Allen, Gaylord Anderson, Ulysse Auger, John Carleton, Mai Clarke, Haskell Cohn, John Fancher, King Fauver, Alden James, Ed Kaplan, Shaw Livermore, Rex Malmquist and Fred Vogel. And we sadly miss Troyer Anderson, Jack Blunt, Tracy Hatch, Win Ranney and Les Sherburne. Blue ribbon scholars, every one of them.

Harvey Moses' priceless epic about the first day (Wednesday, May 15, 1919) of the memorable '22-21 picture fight appeared in these notes last month. Now, with additional thanks to Harvey and further apology for condensing, the account concludes:

"At the beginning of the second day I found the Freshmen had taken a picture but there were only 150 in it, so it lacked the necessary 200. I went to classes, ate dinner—my only meal that day—and by devious routes I reached my room. I stayed there for the rest of the day because Sophs captured Freshmen as fast as they came out of the dorms and tied them up in a barn. The poor fellows put in an awful night. (The Phi Sig barn and many of us, perhaps especially Ozzy Siegfried and Bud Winkler, have remembered it for years.) I was in Jim Maze's room ' when the Sophs searched dorms for us, and by hiding in a closet and leaving the room door open I was overlooked. I got back to my own room, sealed a letter, stuck it in the mail slot so they would think no one had been there since mail delivery, went to bed and slept. That was it for the second day.

"The third day (Friday, May 17, 1919) we had to get the picture or bust. I went to breakfast—my only meal again—and saw Freshmen going out of town while the going was good. A gang of us left Hanover in high for we were pursued. But we escaped and walked at least five miles to a mountain top where we lay in the sun, watching our scurrying classmates under pursuit in the valleys below. At two p.m. we were busted up by a gang of Sophs, and I bounded down the mountain slopes, leaping 'from crag to crag like an Alpine yodler, but lacking the buoyancy of spirit they have. As terror lent wings to my speed, I escaped and dropped down in some wild cherry trees behind a stone wall. I stayed there for four hours in quite a cozy little nest with a pillow of trilliums and only a few branches and rocks sticking in me. At six-thirty I launched forth wishing to get as near as possible to the place where the picture was to be taken. I sleuthed along a few miles and ran on to twin brothers hiding in a pine thicket. (They were Claflin and Webster Garst, now of Bradenton, Fla.) They looked and acted so much alike I feared that I was seeing double, and that my long abstinence from food had gone to my head. We waited till eleven o'clock to make the road to the place more safe. It was a cold night. The wind whistled through the trees and I whistled with the cold. We walked about two miles and, on hearing voices, we beat it out of the path. Then we were lost for a time. We got our bearings after a while, and reached a road to the spot for the picture, so we found a slight depression and lay down in it. I was numb with the cold when suddenly we were pounced upon by some fellows. When I came to, I found them to be Freshmen and with them we went to the rendezvous. There, more fellows kept coming in and with them came the suspense that they might be Sophs. We had just come to the conclusion that we were surrounded and were armed to fight, when a crowd of fellows came down and said the picture had been called off at 4 p.m. by Palaeopitus on account of too many clubs being used! It was then 4 a.m. and had been raining about half an hour. You can imagine my feelings. I was wet, cold, tired and hungry. And so ended the picture fight. I went to my room and slept, cutting classes. Now, I ask you, was it worth it?"

Ah youth! Of course, the affair was completely devoid of "value, validity, meaningful significance and relevance." But where could it have happened except in the Dartmouth of our days? And it was one of many "happenings" through which '22 developed the solidarity and the loyalty that are, and always have been, close to the summit of its "value structure."

So, here's '22 together again at its Fiftieth. Admittedly, the Class does not have all the answers as completely as it did 50 years ago. But we do have a complete answer as to what Dartmouth has done for us and has meant to us through the years. That we remember always.

Secretary, 11 D 11 Brockway Rd. Hanover. N. H. 03755

Class Agent, Hancock, N. H. 03449