Class of 1918
Our fast dwindling ranks of 1918 bachelors will soon be still further materially diminished, judging from the latest crop of spring and early summer engagements that have come to light. For instance, a newspaper clipping from Holyoke, Mass., advises us that Ted Hazen is soon to wed Miss Katherine Frances Ranger of that metropolis. Moreover, it gives us the information that Miss Ranger went to the Walnut Hill School at Natick and graduated from Miss Wheelock's Kindergarten School, Boston with the class of 1921. Sounds a bit youthful, Ted, but we assume everything will be all right! Phil Sanderson edges in with the announcement that he has been engaged to Miss Doris M. Yeaton of Portsmouth since Easter. We are given to understand that Miss Yeaton, a graduate of Portsmouth High School in 1918, is a most accomplished young lady and holds a responsible position in the national headquarters office of the Railway Mail Association at Portsmouth. Sanderson himself has more than managed to exist during the past five and a half years as cashier of the Portsmouth Water Works, and as the representative of the Boston Globe for the Portsmouth district. Phil expects to pull off the wedding this fall.
From Sanderson we also hear of the intended marriage of Herm Smith to Miss Sarah Thomas of Portsmouth, who is now teaching at the Rye, N. H., Junior High School. According to the dope, Herm Smith has gone in for politics, and quite successfully. During the past winter he was a representative from the town of Exeter in the New Hampshire legislature and served on several important committees. Apparently he is following the footsteps of his father.
Quite another sort of announcement emanates from our worthy editor King Rood, who broadcasts the arrival of a daughter, Carolyn Darrow Rood. The infant is supposed to be remarkably beautiful for its age. We haven't had the pleasure of viewing her personally as yet, but we have the word of several eye-witnesses who are willing to testify as to her pulchritude before a notary public. So it must be so.
We are indebted to the secretary of 1886 for news of the whereabouts of Tom Campbell, our rising young metallurgical chemist. It seems that the boundaries of the western hemisphere are the only limits to his activities. Recently, Tom left for Traill, British Columbia, to spend three months in the research laboratories of the Consolidated Smelting and Refining Company there. Some of his ore reduction processes have found considerable favor and are now in demand. His next job will probably call him to extreme southwestern Texas on a mercury proposition.
In a questionnaire received but a short time ago. Swift Barnes tells us that he is sales manager for Walden-Worcester, Inc., and lives at 38 South Lenox St., Worcester, Mass. Barnes is married—as long ago as 1916—and is the father of three bouncing children.
At last, a bit of information trickles in from Atlanta. A 1 Gottschaldt stops long enough to write that he is terribly busy, so much so that he hasn't been in touch with the other Atlantans, Gustafson and Palmer, for a long time. Gottschaldt has risen to the presidency of the Cotton States Advertising Agency, successors to the Kenneth S. Keyes Company, and appears to be prospering.
We were recently the recipients of a long and interesting document by Don Bliss from Bombay, India, which we hope to be able to publish in full in The Roar" in the not too distant future. For the present, just a few sidelights from his letter, as follows—Don is now assistant trade commissioner for the U. S. Department of Commerce at Bombay, where he has jumped to from Japan. Bliss is most particular about his correct title and violently objects to being dubbed Commercial Attache, care of American Consulate, as Red Hulbert once inadvertently addressed him. Furthermore, he wants Ernie Earley, "the insurance hound," to understand that he is not in China, a term which the provincial-minded Earley apparently uses to designate all or any part of the Orient. Before leaving Japan on one of the Dollar liners last December, Don met with disaster when his car caromed against a telegraph pole, which gave his arm, resting on the window sill of the coupe, a violent crack, and in his words the result was "an impacted, articulated, laminated, postulated fracture of the left arm above the elbow. They said I did everything that could be done to it except pull it off and leave it in the road." Everything is now again on the mend, and though he writes that his left hand is still stiff he expects to have two useful hands again in the near future. Then comes a detailed description of his steamer tour with special emphasis on the number of available country clubs and danceable young ladies at each port of call. He likes Bombay, which he describes as " a modern city, excessively British, with only SO Americans in the place. Amusements are limited, but there are plenty of cinema theatres, and two hotels which offer dancing once a week with the world's worst orchestras providing the music.' Then further along Don dreams about Juhu beach, "a romantically Oriental beach fringed with cocoanut palms where swimming and picnics by moonlight are often in order." Ais to his abode Bliss writes : 'ln Bombay I live in a mess with a couple of American Express boys,—not cheaply, but fairly well. We have two verandahs, two bed-rooms, two bathrooms, living room, dining rooms, and kitchen, with six servants to run things, and are able to give dinners and bridge or Mah Jong gatherings without much increase in the overhead. We even ran one dance, with about 30 guests, so you see we have plenty of room in the place. On the whole, I'm fairly well off, and enjoying life as much as could be hoped for when the temperature is consistently in the neighborhood of 96° during the day. Even that isn't so bad m view of the high ceilings, light clothing, and bug electric ceiling fans, not to mention a plentitude of long iced drinks."
Secretary, 953 Madison Ave., New York
