1912
These are the dog days for news, without the cooperation of Pett Pettingell and Boss Geller in their communications to you regarding class dues and the Alumni Fund. To those of you who do send me news of yourselves and other classmates accept my grateful appreciation.
While stopping overnight on my return from a vacation in Canada the last week in August, I had the pleasurable surprise of meeting Connie Snow's mother and wife at the Hanover Inn. From them I learned that Connie had just received an appointment in the State Department concerning which you will later receive more detailed information.
During my absence on vacation I missed a visit from Red Whitney who called me while he was in New York.
Buster Sawyer died suddenly on August 25 while on vacation at Humarock in the town of Marshfield, Mass. Queechee French and Cap Allen attended the funeral services. The sympathy of the class is extended to his widow and two sons.
From London comes the following interesting letter from Syd Clark dated August 17:
I've been meaning to drop you a line ever since I reached Europe, which was two months ago. My only excuse for failing is that I've been working like fury. I've been finishing up a new book on France to be brought out by Dodd, Mead & Co. and am tackling one on England too, which will follow. I flew over by the PAA plane just preceding the one that crash-landed at Willimantic, helping to bring on the inquiry about Constellations. Was in France six weeks, Belgium and Luxemburg two weeks, and am here for six more. Am filling in the chinks of time (if any) with some magazine articles. France has made a marvelous recovery in its rails but a score of cities still are a mess and seem unable to get started again. Much the same is true in England, but the British have somehow hidden their wreckage much better than the French. Food is a continual problem. In France one could solve it by black market restaurants at five to ten dollars a meal—or grow thin. I grew thin and a mighty good thing for me too. England respects the law amazingly and one continues to grow thin here—of necessity. One may have a slice of bread or a sweet at meals, not both, whatever one is willing to pay. Queues are everywhere for every possible thing. The British are trained to it and patient. I'm impatient—and hate these queues —40 minutes to enter any restaurant that is any good. But I'm still in fine fettle; still loving this profession of mine. My wife will go with me—to Sweden—next trip. Our family scatters—with a Dartmouth son in Brooklyn (Pratt Institute); a daughter, who is a Dartmouth wife, in Venzuela (Caracas). This last isn't so tough as it sounds on the "old folks." I've cooked up a book on the Caribbean area and we'll go down there next January to write it while we visit the kids—and grandkid. I was glad to see Stan Weld at a club to which I spoke in Hartford just before coming to Europe—my first glimpse of him in a lot of years. But I've seen no Dartmouth men, and mighty few Americans on this European jaunt.
According to "Dartmouth's in Town" bulletin board at Hanover Inn, classmates who were there during the summer included Les Snow and wife, Unc Bellows, Boss Geller, Al Eiseman, Henry Van Dyne and Doc and Elvira O'Connor and daughter, Bettyann Culver. The occasion of the O'Connor family visit was when Doc received his honorary degree from the College.
From Warren Bruner comes news of his family. His daughter Imogene graduated from high school at the top of her class and will enter William Smith College this Fall. That college is the sister institution of Hobart College, of which Warren is Director of Admissions. Warren has reason for pride in the record that Imogene has made of being top student in every school she has attended, including three different high schools. Son Ingersol got out of the Navy in June and during the summer was counsellor at Camp Marienfeld, Cheshire, N. H. He, together with son Pudge, who was discharged from the Navy in August, will attend Hobart this fall. The oldest son, Fester, who is a mining engineer in the Argentine, was married in July to a girl he met while attending the University of Arizona. On a trip through New England early in the summer he had the pleasure of seeing or telephoning Cap Allen, Ralph Pettingell, Babe Hartshorn and Art Burnham. Later in the summer he had the happy occasion of a visit from Boss to Esther Geller who stopped in for a brief visit and to see what the campus of Hobart looked like.
Hal Fuller has bought an historic house on the village green at Hancock, N. H.near Peterboro—seventy miles from Boston as a year-'round home, having sold his Winchester house. From now on he will spend about three days a week in Boston. Hancock wins!
On his "grand tour" of New England in July Hi O'Neill stopped in and had a brief visit with Lyme Armes. Hi could not make a lunch date because he was on his way to catch an "Historic Boston" tour with Mrs. O'Neill and daughter.
Dates have been set for our 35th Reunion- June 20, 21 and 22, 1947. '12 Up!
Acting Secretary, 120 Broadway, New York, N. Y. Treasurer, Box 91, Plymouth, N. H. Memorial Fund Chairman, Van Dyne Oil Co., Troy, Pa.
