1929

THIRD ANNUAL FATHER-SON ISSUE

This has been going on long enough now to require no explanatory remarks other than to report that this year there are 31 sons of the Class of 1929 in College, as compared with last year's 25 and the previous year's 20. The present group consists of one graduate student, 14 juniors, 8 sophomores and 8 freshmen. We regret the circumstance that gives us no grand old seniors. Because of the continuing growth of this group from year to year, it has become necessary to restrict the full-length letters to the newcomers. So here they are - the pea-green freshmen!

H. Leonard Flynn3109 Chadbourne Rd.Shaker Heights, Ohio

]ames L. Flynn109 Fayerweather

Son: "There is an old phrase, 'Like father, like son.' As I reflect back upon my 18 years of life, I find that Dartmouth College is not the only characteristic that Dad and I have in common. Our interests and activities coincide in many other fields, as have several other events in our lives. Dad and I were both born in Cleveland, in the fall months of the year. I was born in 1934, roughly about 30 years after he was, and I guess I was destined for Dartmouth right from birth, because I was immediately registered. We lived in Shaker Heights, a suburb of Cleveland, for 16 years. Then my father changed banks, and we moved to Pittsburgh. I attended Mt. Lebanon High, School there for one year before Dad decided to move again. He becamea partner in McDonald and Co., an investment banking house in Cleveland, and so I spent a happy senior year of high school with my lifetime friends at Shaker Heights. The whole family loved Pittsburgh, but of course we were all overjoyed at the return move to Cleveland. When I was born, Dad brought a football down to the hospital for me, and I guess it has been a symbol of my interests outside of school work ever since. At any rate, Dad and I have always been very interested in sports. Now he, Mom and I play golf often together, and we all are avid fans of the teams in Cleveland. I played a little freshmen football this year, and I am also looking forward to golf this spring. Right now Dartmouth College is starting to go into exile. Exams begin Monday, and everyone is studying hard. I'd better be getting back to the DartmouthBible now. My English exam will emphasize this on Monday. Were the men of 1929 required to study the Bible? I found it to be very interesting, as are all the other freshmen courses. In closing I'd just like to say that Dad and I both consider ourselves lucky because of attending Dartmouth. The activities and studies offered here really help a fellow open his eyes to the many different aspects of life."

Father: "It sure was a genuine pleasure hearing from you and I am sure all members of '29 are exceedingly grateful to you for your original idea of fathers and sons contributing yearly articles to the MAGAZINE. My fondest hope since leaving school was a keen desire to have any son of mine attend Dartmouth. I enrolled Jim the day he was born. and this year he matriculated much to the happiness of his dad and family. He has done exceedingly well in school scholastically, and has played varsity football, basketball and baseball. Then this year at the annual Cleveland Dartmouth alumni Xmas luncheon, an event which has become a real tradition, Lou Weitz, president of the club, asked Jim and me to speak as a father and son team. When I asked Jim whether he wished to undertake this responsibility I was proud to hear him say "Dad, that would be an honor and a privilege." By the way, from all the comments received in his behalf I can say he really measured up and did a fine job. As for 'Red,' he spent 23 years with the Cleveland Trust Company making good use of his law degree in the Trust Department. While it wasn't discouraging to be an Assistant Vice President of this fine Bank, the good fortune of becoming the head of the Trust Department for The Farmers Deposit National Bank of Pittsburgh as Vice President and Trust Officer proved too good an opportunity to decline. Fate again smiled upon the Flynns with a chance of returning to Cleveland and entering the investment banking firm of McDonald & Company as a partner. The work is exceedingly fascinating and interesting and I am specializing in originations and underwritings. The Flynn family has another halfback coming along, aged 12, who I am sure will be much taken with Dartmouth when once exposed. Needless to say Mrs. Flynn (Dee-Dee) is completely sold on Dartmouth and one of its most ardent boosters. I am eagerly looking forward to and anticipating with a great deal of pleasure a trip to Hanover for the Father and Sons weekend February 13-15."

Porter S. Kier112 lola St.Glenshaw, Penna.

Porter S. Kier, III104 No. Fayerweather

Son: "I first want to thank you for asking me to write this letter. Concerning the vital statistics, I am now 17 years old although in a few days that will be changed. During my 17 years I have had many interests, among them art, model building and reading. However, I am afraid school- work has pretty well shut out any hobbies in which I might now be interested. I like sports, especially football and yachting. The closest I ever came to high school football at Shaler was the two years I spent as football manager. Yachting is my main interest right now. Although at present I am not a member of the Dartmouth Yacht Club, I plan to become a member in the future. Thus far, I have joined only one club: the Forensic Union. I am enjoying it very much and I have already gone to Randolph, Vt., for a debate. When it comes right down to it, Dad doesn't have much time for mischief. He's working at the office most of the time. My opinions of Dartmouth so far have been very favorable. I have made many friends, and even though I'm generally snowed under with work, I do occasionally have time for relaxation. My grades are not spectacular, but I won't moan since I'm not failing anything. But right now I'm pretty well run down after a solid week of semester exams."

Father: "Judging by the time of the year, Porter's letter will probably be a page or two from his chemistry notes. My own news is somewhat meagre. During the past year, I have done more of the same as before - building up a business which begins to look like a success. One of our Tuck lecturers told us the secret of success was 'pluck,' but as yet I haven't found the right type of people, so am depending purely on honesty, hard application, and a small modicum of spiritus frumenti. My reputation as a political prophet soared to new highs following the Glorious Fourth, on which day I predicted a landslide the right way, trying to overcome an atmosphere of office gloom. My scientific method of prognostication was to count the Ike-Adlai buttons in the Mellon Bank lobby, and it worked right well. I took three days off to drive Porter to Hanover last fall and see him settled, even spending a night in North Fayer, just for luck. It's not too bad driving from here now, since we can take superhighways all the way to Hartford. I steered him safely through the furniture sharpies, I think, and left him setting off happily (for the first and last time) for a meal at Commons. He seems to have settled down amazingly well for a boy who went through high school all the way and, except for camp, was never away from home. He likes it, according to the evidence, which is the way it should be. While in Hanover, I tried to see some of the Administration '29ers (John Dickey and Mace Ingram) but found both refugeeing from fond parents — out of town. I did, however, catch a glimpse of a familiar face on Allen Street, and spent some very pleasant time with Joe D'Esopo, who has changed damn little since he brought the house down in 'The Chocolate Soldier.' Other than Ed Chinlund, I see no others in the Class, and Ed has gone into hiding till after March 15th - ditto myself, but best regards until after 'T' Day."

Herbert 0. Morse (dec.)

Lawrence W. Morse306 Wheeler

Son: "I can remember with considerable clarity last year, when, being only an incipient Dartmouth man, I read my brother's letter in the Father-Son issue. I viewed it then with some envy and a vast amount of awe. I could see my brother and the rest of the '29ers' sons set apart. I had, at the time, seen Dartmouth four times and each time it seemed to be larger. My brother, standing out among all those men, really set me back. And with good reason, for now that I'm here, I can see how difficult it is for any one person to rise just a half a head above the rest yet some do this very thing and retain their places, having made them. I am in the middle of finals and do more work in one day than I ever thought of doing in three days during high school. Good marks came relatively easy in high school and I never dreamed of the shock I had coming to me when I should start real college work. And the diversions! I'm on the literary staff of Jack-o-Lantern and I've got my hands full. I never realized how difficult studying would be when the boys across the hall feel like a bull session or there is a touch football game going on or some of the boys are playing hockey with tennis balls in the corridor or The Players are having tryouts for a big weekend play or - and so on, ad infinitum. I now take considerable pride whenever I get a good mark because I can appreciate the work behind it. I also have a feeling of pride when I see the room I call home all in order after it has shown signs of hard work and much living-in. This pride all stems from the fact that there is a task undertaken and it has been accomplished; final result being mine to gloat over. One thing I miss, however, is class unity. I was slightly annoyed over the abolishing of the Vigilantes. My brother has lived through his first weeks and many others with him. It is my opinion (and maybe only mine) that the Vigilantes were worth retaining. Doubtless, unity is effected only through working together and somehow, the new initiation lacks the tie that binds. Why? I'm sure I don't know. If I didn't recognize the Class of '56 as the best one in College, I might say this disunity could be dangerous. In writing this, however, I must remember that 1956's college career is only one eighth done and there is much to be done and much to be looked to. I hope that I can be right in the middle of all seven hundred and forty '56s and doing my share."

Wendell L. Schuh410 Highland Ave.Wollaston, Mass.

Robert H. Schuh107 No. Fayerweather

Son: "I appreciate "the privilege of having the opportunity to write this letter. I am really happy to be here at Dartmouth. The College and college life have far surpassed my expectations. My father and mother have always pointed me for Dartmouth and as I grew older and talked to people of the College, I knew there was no other college in the country that could possibly interest me. You can imagine how happy I was when I was accepted! I attended a very fine prep school, Kimball Union Academy, which is located only a few miles below Hanover. Here I received the necessary training to enable me to make a success of myself here at Dartmouth. A very fine Dartmouth man, Fred Carver '27, is headmaster of the school. I have always loved athletics and at Kimball Union received my varsity letters in football and basketball. My main interest in athletics has always been golf. During the summer I play in all the big tournaments in Massachusetts, and in 1951 I won the New England Junior Amateur Championship which I again won in 1952. I am, I believe, the only player to win this title two years in a row. However, I am only one of a golfing family. My father devotes most of his spare time to golf and is one of the more respected golfers at the Furnace Brook Golf Club. My mother and sister are also interested in the game and are both very good golfers. Here at Dartmouth I have heen selected to play on the freshman team which is picked during the fall. Of Dartmouth itself, I cannot say enough. It is easy for me to see why the alumni are so loyal to each other and to this great College. It is certainly a world in itself; a much beloved world by all Dartmouth undergraduates and by all Dartmouth alumni."

Father: "Thank you for your recent letter inviting Bob and me to become contributors to your excellent Father-Son column. Bob is rather tense over his first period of final examinations, but, even so, I feel sure you will have received his letter by now. So, it is for me to get my effort in on time. As the real interest in the column will be found in the contributions from the boys, I will do well to be brief. Just a few days over 19 years ago, Bob was born with a D on his chest. At a tender age he had been taught to say: 'To hell with Harvard.' At a still tender age he was accomplished at all Dartmouth songs and cheers. He was dragged all over the Eastern seaboard to Dartmouth football games, and many times our vacation was spent in Hanover. You may gather that Dartmouth became a strong attraction to him many years before his matriculation. His scholastic preparation began at the Landon School for Boys in Bethesda, Md. Then, due to his parents shifting their residence, he had his next two years of schooling here at a local preparatory school. As it became evident that this last was a bum guess, his parents were smitten with a stroke of genius, and his final two years of preparation were most profitably spent at Kimball Union Academy in Meriden, hard by Hanover. I couldn't possibly say enough good about the beneficial impact of the personalities of Fred Carver '21 and his associates at Kimball Union on Bob. In the late winter of his senior year at Kimball Union he was rushed to Hanover for an emergency abdominal operation that kept him out of school six weeks. Then we really had worry for fear that he would be unable to make up the work. However, he did make it up, did graduate, and was admitted with 1956. So, all's well that ends well. His great extracurricular activity and interest is golf, although he holds varsity letters from KUA in both football and basketball. Bob is six feet two, weighs in the 180's, gets his good looks, intelligence and any other assets from his mother. His father imparted to him all that he (his father) knows about golf. This last took the better part of one minute."

John R. HubbardUnion St.

John R. Hubbard, Jr.204 Woodward

Son: "I received your letter about a week ago asking that I write a little bit about myself for the '29 Father-Son Issue. I'm sorry that I'm rather late in answering, but your letter came at a rather precarious time, as we were just entering the exam period. However, I finished my finals yesterday, and am home for a few days now, so I'll try to give you a rather sketchy idea of my life, interests, feelings toward Dartmouth, etc. As far as my age goes, I believe that mine is just about in the average of the class which is, if my memory serves me correctly, 18 years, 2 months; I was born in June of 1934. I'm about 6' 3" tall which is almost miraculous seeing as Dad is 5' 11" and my mother a lofty 5' 2". However, despite the height, I can't say as I outweigh the old man yet. Dad will no doubt see this, so I'll add quickly that I'm rather light for my height. I think it's almost needless to say why any son of a Dartmouth alumnus attends the College. I think my experience of having the "Big Green" talked up to me ever since my diaper days is a very common one among Dartmouth sons. I made two or three trips to Hanover in my high school days and was extremely impressed with the place from the standpoint of the beauty and facilities of the campus as well as the reaction of several of the students with whom I talked. In the short time that I've been at Dartmouth, I've had all these earlier impressions fully verified and have begun to get that intangible thing, which people can't quite define, called the Dartmouth Spirit. A good part of my grammar school days was spent in different parts of the country. Grades 1-3 were spent in my home town of Marshfield, Mass. However, during the next couple of years Dad was in the Navy, so, as he was stationed at various places from California to Florida, the rest of the family was on the move too, and my younger sister and I received a rather broken-up but interesting education. After the war we returned to Marshfield and it was there that I spent my first two years of high school. I developed several interests while at M.H.S. along the line of athletics, music and dramatics. However, I'm afraid that it was here that my interests stopped and didn't carry oyer into my studies. In the fall of 1950 I enrolled in Vermont Academy which is headmastered by Laurence Leavitt '25. My previous interests carried over pretty much into prep school with the addition of a new interest in the books which, needless to say, was quite beneficial in being admitted to Dartmouth. My first semester at Dartmouth is just completed and I already have had several happy and memorable experiences. I've had a few adjustment troubles which I think is common to a large percentage of the freshman class. However, I think, at least I hope, they're pretty well straightened out now. The activities that I have taken part in so far are crew, an entirely new sport to me, and glee club."

Father: "Jack (young John to distinguish from old John or Johnny) just got in from Hanover last night after the tussle with first-semester exams. As you know we've been living in Marshfield for the last 17 years except while I was in the Navy for three and a half years, part of which time while I was in the U. S., the family were with me. The Old Man is still working for the Avon Sole Co., which involves entirely too much being away from Marshfield. I'm sure Jack feels that Dartmouth is the best thing that has happened to him yet. As for me, visits to Hanover have always been wonderful but they're better than ever now that Jack is there. I'm looking forward to the Father-Son Freshman Weekend this month. As to the rest of the family, Marion has kept the same figure she had as a Carnival and House Party date 1926-29, which is more than can be said for me. Our daughter Anne is 14, a freshman in high school whose chief interests are basketball, hockey, skating, swimming, softball and anything else athletic."

Harold M. Sherman, Jr.43 Mobegan Rd.Larchmont, N. Y.

George W. Sherman, II301 So. Fayerweather

Son: "I shall be very happy to tell you what I can about 'Mike' and myself. I had been looking forward to coming to Dartmouth for years, and since arriving in Hanover last September I have received all that I expected, and then some. I expect to remain here for a while, too, without any draft interference, since I was accepted in the NROTC contract program soon after arriving. The work, of course, has been pretty tough, but I have managed to keep my marks up without too much difficulty. I am fairly satisfied, though, in that Mike tells me they are better than were his grades his first semester in college. Most of my spare time has been taken up by swimming. Although I never swam competitively before, I tried out for the freshman team and made it and am having a great time working for Karl Michael, another of your classmates. Mike, as he is known by you and me, still keeps in very close contact with the College, last year as President of Dartmouth in Westchester and now as Enrollment Chairman in this area. When he isn't working as a Vice President for the Guaranty Trust Company, he spends most of his spare time raising gladioli and Welsh terriers. He has over ten thousand glad bulbs and has become somewhat of an expert on the subject; occasionally he has even written magazine articles on it. I might add, and I don't think I am going out on a limb, that he would be happy to decrease his supply if anyone should want some. I think, if it weren't for all his physical work he might be unrecognizable, but as it is, he has gained only a little weight since leaving college. I expect to see him up here in Hanover in a couple of weeks for the Freshman Fathers' Weekend, but right at the moment I am looking forward to my first Carnival as an undergraduate."

Father: "It hardly seems possible that almost 25 years have elapsed since those of us in 1929 dreamed of having a son who might follow in our footsteps on campus. I have been one of the fortunate ones to see this dream come true and I suspect that my 'second four years' at Dartmouth are going to be even more interesting than the first. While I am running out of valid excuses that will require my attendance in Hanover, I have every intention of spending as much time there during Bill's undergraduate life as possible. My principal activities since graduation have been to make a living and the outlook is for more of the same. I only wish I had more sons like Bill coming along so that my 'post graduate life' on campus might be pro-longed."

DARTMOUTH SONS OF '29: Freshman sons whose letters to the Class of '29 make Dartmouth scenes vivid once more are shown on the west steps of Baker. L to r: Bob Schuh, Porter Kier, Skip Hetfield, Jim Flynn, Lawrence Morse and Jack Hubbard. Not shown: Dick Sanders, George Sherman.

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