Class of 1914
The most important item in the Chicago Daily News of October 26, 1935, is an excellent likeness of our good classmate, James Parker Margeson, who we learn has been made assistant general manager and merchandise manager of Marshall Field & Co., wholesale and manufacturing division, with headquarters in the Merchandise Mart. Marge was formerly vice-president and general manager of the Phoenix Hosiery Company.
Jumping to the New York Herald Tribune of October 27, we learn that George Young Jr. has been named by the directors of the Passaic National Bank and Trust Company as president of that institution.
Here's a big bouquet of orchids to you both and best of luck on the new jobs—or We had better say, executive posts.
And then for a short hop to the New Britain Herald we find a large and fine picture of Dick Pritchard, with a couple of pages devoted to his recent address analyzing the industrial applications of the Security Act, which address he delivered before a recent meeting of the American Hardware Manufacturers Association at its annual meeting in Atlantic City. Dick is vice-president of the well-known Stanley Works and occupies the same position with the General Hardware Association.
Certainly things are looking up for the members of 1914. Marshall Field's is supposed to sell anything under the sun. If you want to buy, George Young will extend you the credit. Dick Pritchard will take care of the Washington situation. We guess 1914 is going places What?
The night before the Harvard game the class got together at the Parker House in Boston. Among the early arrivals was Doctor Wallace "Ducky" Drake, hobbling in on a pair of canes. As the evening wore along we discovered that there really was some truth in the golf story we wrote about a month ago. In fact, Ducky is all tied up in the sacro-something-or-other as a result of too intensive golf practice, trying to make good on our story.
Ducky tells us that he is the envy of all the other medicos around Weymouth because he is having a swell vacation, drawing the accident insurance at a greater rate than the average present earnings of his friends in the medical profession—which is a tip-off to buy some accident insurance, apparently.
Page Junkins looked hale and hearty in town after a visit with his father in Hanover. The same old Page, a little heavier amidships, with a new underslung streamline pipe.
Win Snow bragging about his diving ability and trying to get the fat boys to take up swimming in a serious way as a weight reducer.
John the Pep with four or five bottles of beer stowed about his person blowing off—that is, the beer—when decanted, and John discoursing somewhat volubly on the explosive effects of carbon dioxide.
Sig Larmon over from New York with Katherine to visit their daughter at Dana .Hall School, and sartorially impeccable as usual.
Larry Nichols discoursing on the modern methods of the care and feeding of children, hurrying home early to see that all was well with his latest born.
Roger Rice not a bit balder than usual, which is now about 9944/100%, with the same old genial smile.
Jim Gregg .... and what shall we say? .... Devoting the whole evening to a discussion of the Security Act and the financial situation in general, quaffing huge glasses of PURE-COLD-ICE WATER.
Johnny Piane busily engaged in collecting subscriptions to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE and prophesying optimism for the following day.
Hod Potter up from Augusta making the best of his allegedly infrequent excursions from the grand and glorious State of Maine.
Ray Trott and Bill Slater and Bob Hopkins, and Charlie O'Connor
Clyde Buckley telling us of the news from Hanover about 1914's freshmen.
The same old Bill Taft, not changed a bit—never will probably—we hope not anyway.
Squint Herlihy, Larry Kingman, Clyf Chandler, Ernie Kimball, Bill Fletcher, Saltmarsh, Penn Aborn, Sully, Hen Lowell, and Burleigh.
.... A great gang and a very pleasant evening.
Jack Conners writes us that everything is is going strong with the crowd in Connecticut.
WHAT'S THE USE DEPARTMENT
From the "Squeaks from the Golden Gate":
"COLBY 'I4—A man from Minneapolisvisited San Francisco in July while many ofus were on vacation. Sorry we were not hereto receive him. Come again, Dudley."
Our efforts at discussing things of Dartmouth green, so far as the home fires are concerned, are something like the wellknown prophet. Our junior high school Janet for some months has been engaged in collecting bits of this and that for her room, giving an interior scheme distinctly blue in character. One evening recently in discussing Ivith her friends further decorative possibilities it was brought out that there was clash of color by reason of a Dartmouth banner which we had contributed, and the suggestion was made to your honorable secretary by the young lady in question that she would like very much if we could procure for her a Dartmouth banner in blue!
Father was somewhat aghast and only hopes that he has succeeded in inculcating some of his own delight in Dartmouth green, whether mixed up with blue or any other color of the rainbow.
CORRECTION Sir: The something-or-other who contributed the footnote to the November column was in grievous error on one or two counts in re our joining the Harvard Club of London.
The truth of the matter is that we actually did sign the book and we did proffer the sixpence, but the custodian, looking us over carefully with our Harvard companion, seemed to address her remarks to us particularly when, returning the money, she remarked, "There is no charge for Harvard men"—which we think is right in line with the contention of a certain school of psychiatrists that environment will tell.
—THE SECRETARY.
John Peppard proposes an interesting question in his recent letter to John Piane, a portion of which we report for popular consumption:
"Am enclosing my class dues and sincerely trust I will never pass them up again.I can't imagine just what class dues are for,however. Of course I realize that we mustall expect to pay the class politicians a bitof graft money, but what in the world dothey do with it? Anyway, here's mine, andif it helps to make somebody's cellar morecomplete or enables them to get a smallgift for a lady friend (or wife) so much thebetter, and I have done my Boy Scout deedfor the day."
Driving through Groton the other day, we were reminded of Cap Lawrence, the local Squire. He has just moved into a new house which he has been building the past summer and hopes his classmates will drop in. He reports that moving and working about the farm have ruined his putting touch, but of this we have some very well established doubts.
Howard Fahey writes from 171 Webster Road, Scarsdale, N. Y., in his best style, which we will let you have verbatim:
"Although in New York six years, saycan't, aunt, half, calf, with the broad A.Pretty good for a broken-down ball player.See Jim Heenehan quite often, who isnow one of New York's successful lawyersat 14 Wall St.—Sullivan, Donovan, & Heenehan. Applying that dear old Dartmouthtouch, we gave two other guys a golf-lacingthe other day.
"Have two sons—Howard Jr., 15 yearsold, 5 ft. 10 in., weight 140 lbs. Ought to begood halfback under Eddie Mahan's tutelage and hits good enough to be in the outfield.—Neal Francis, 10 years old, slight andtricky, looks like quarterback and smartinfielder. Hope good student.
"Patient wife to put up with three of akind. Sure am a lucky guy!"
We find among our scraps of paper one of many from Bill Slater with the trite sentence: "Stubb Johnson married." Whereby we all offer our best congratulations to Stubb and best wishes to Madame. If anyone will tell us the facts we shall be glad to tell all the world.
Hal Bean drops us a line from 387 Essex St., Salem, to say that outside of keeping his nose to the grindstone he is doing nothing else of importance.
Here's a tall story from one of our tallest citizens:
"The Austins continue to hold forth inWellesley, where Herb is one of the longestresidents. Young Herb, under the name ofRobert, graduated from Wellesley High lastspring, and after further prep hopes toenter Dartmouth with the class of 1940. Hestands six feet and weighs close to I70, butcan't down the old man yet. DaughterJudith is in the last year of Junior High.This summer the family opened a summercamp for boys 8-12 years old on Lake Winnepauket, Webster, N. H., and entertainedWellesley boys to the number of about 20.Through a chain of friends and word-of-mouth advertising a youngster from Concord turned out to be the son of Jack Ingersoll, and of course we had to tune in everynight on WEEI to hear what Dad had tosay. Next year we plan to go further withthe camp program. During the balance ofthe year trying to garner a living from thereviving stock market via an advisory service on metals and metal securities operatedfrom Wellesley. See quite a lot of PaulWilson, who is making a good wheel-chairfight and is greatly interested in everyonepertaining to Dartmouth."
Lew Corliss takes his pen in hand from Hartford, Conn. He is in the brokerage business with R. C. Buell & Co., 36 Pearl St., Hartford, and reports good progress. He tells us his son, Langford, now nineteen, is quite airminded and is working with the United Aircraft Company in East Hartford.
Carroll Edson writes that he is now district educational adviser of the CCC with headquarters at Madison Barracks, New York—which is good news, if we should be needing a job some of these days.
Gus Fuller kicks in with a report that John Hazen is the father of a new baby boy and that he has refinished the inside of his home at Holyoke in ultra-modernistic manner, which is evidence that the paper business is looking up.
Gus continues in an architectural vein that he recently visited the Horton Stickneys in Beverly, who, he allows, live in a most attractive home, which looks like a honeymoon cottage but is not so small at that as it has four or five bedrooms. This comes from being in the steel business all these years.
P. S.—Johnny Hazen confirms the arrival of Thomas Norman Hazen.
We don't quite understand this one from Bill Breslin, but will quote verbatim:
"Engineer Bill hands concocts an excellent Tom Collins in odd moments atRutherford, N. J., and during day directsdestinies of National Dairy's cheese business.
"Mac MacCartee superintending schoolupstate New York spends summer seekingdoctor's degree.
"Hal Pease stops peddling printing toreport upon his golf score.
"I am one up on Red Loudon—three'gals,' one boy. Summary of last five years:'Depression drives country boy to city wherehe ... . well, the second chapter hasn'tbeen written yet.'"
Bill shouldn't do badly as a headline writer if all else fails.
Larry Kingman tells us that he recently saw Bob Dunbar, who was on a trip East from Milwaukee and brought the kids along to give them a chance to swim in the salt water. Beyond this we have no news of Bob.
ONE GRAND DAY
Dour, dripping, drizzling dawn. Still uncertain whether to trek to New Haven. Along comes Dale Barker and drive in town. Meet Mr. Parkhurst of the trustees and decide to chance it. Bill Taft boards train—galoshes, umbrella, long underwear, blanket, raincoat, earmuffs, cough drops, cough medicine .... Ernie Kimball bartending for seven woolers. It really starts to pour down in bucketsful .... The mob at the Taft Hotel .... The sun peeps through .... Seven of us in a taxi to the Bowl .... Bill Taft, choirmaster . . . .
Raining again .... Meet Walt Daley and drink our yearly toast .... There are Jack and Mrs. Conners with the Hinmans and two fine-looking sons .... There's Mart Remsen with his Pepsodent smile .... THE GAME STARTS .... A long forward pass for Yale .... Damn! . . . .
The Big Green gets rolling .... Handrahan gets bouncing .... TOUCHDOWN .... Ewart does his stuff .... Jitters .... The goal line stands .... The Big Ray of Sunshine .... THE JINX IS DEAD .... Thousands of backslaps . . . . Bob and Mrs. Hopkins in smart spectator togs .... Almost everybody else we ever knew .... The fun on the trolley . . . . The rush for the diners .... The Michigan man who went Dartmouth for the day .... The nightcap— .... What a day!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY NEW YEAR
Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston PROSPERITY NOTES
