Class of 1914
The Assistant Secretary grabbed an early vacation this year, and with his wife attended Commencement at Hanover as a fitting starting point for an automobile trip through the mountains and around the northeastern section of the country generally. To an innocent bystander it appeared that the attendance this year was somewhat less than last year, and certainly no class costumes cqmpared with those which 1914 had. From the top corner room in South Mass the midnight songbirds on the campus appeared to make even more noise than did our midnight songbirds in room 316 a year ago.
From time to time stray members of the class flitted across the campus in Hanover over the week-end on the slimmest of business excuses or no excuse whatever. Bill Taft added one more pilgrimage to the annual string which began, as he proudly states, in 1912. George Briggs was seen in the distance driving by with his life entrusted to Mart Remsen at the steering wheel. Mart, when corralled later, said that indications point to 100% on our class fund. He deserves a whole lot of credit for this job.
Clyf Chandler was found Monday morning looking the campus over with a speculative eye. He says that he has closed his apartment in Newtonville, and has taken his wife and small boy to Plymouth for a long summer season, where he hopes-that the youngster will accumulate a large amount of seashore tan.
Ev Barnard appeared on Tuesday morning with a possible wool sale as an excuse, although who was going to buy wool in Hanover on that day could hardly be imagined. Ev, contrary to many in the trade, seems to find a profit in selling wool, and has, therefore, gone into business for himself. Success to him as he travels New England out of Boston as headquarters.
A1 Richmond, more robust than ever, tells us that the Thayer School year has j ust been changed to more nearly correspond with the college year, so that he now gets a longer summer vacation than has previously been possible with all the field work carried on in July and August.
Jack Piane, the hustling business man of Hanover, was seen rambling around in his flivver, but did not come close enough within range for conversation.
Georgg Gilbert, principal of the Wellesley High School, started the day after school closed in June with his wife for an extended trip in Europe.
On September 1 Squint Herlihy is coming back to Boston to be with the State Street Trust Company. For the past several years he has been in Chicago, and is now glad to return back home, where we understand he is to take up a responsible position.
Jack Dellinger, probably our most important oil magnate, has changed his headquarters from Dallas, Texas, to Smackover, Ark., wherever that is. We wish Jack would use his influence to get the price of gasoline down a little lower, at least around Boston.
The latest of an infrequent series of letters from Johnny Palmer, our genial class secretary, indicates that he has moved his entire business from New York city to Tarrytown. His letterhead carries the picture of a substantial brick building with his name all across the top. Any of the fellows going up the Hudson River this summer should look for it, because it undoubtedly dominates the entire landscape on that side of the river.
Bill Slater, as custodian of the class funds, is looking them over, preparing a statement of our financial condition. If we can get a sufficient amount of brand-new information about the men, there will be a special letter of some sort go out early in the fall. If you fellows will take one of these hot afternoons when it is too warm to play golf and dictate a few lines to your favorite stenographer regarding the affairs of your family and a few details regarding any of the other fellows you have run across recently, it certainly will be of help, and I am sure will be of interest to everybody.
Assistant Austin, Wellesley Hills, Mass.
