Class of 1915
The annual hockey game between teams representing the Dartmouth and Harvard alumni did not end very happily from the Dartmouth point of view. Captain Leon Tuck's team was on the short end of the score, but we like to think that had Bags Wanamaker been able to be present the score would have been different. The alumni team also ventured to Hanover to play the varsity immediately following midyears, but the undergraduates must have been in a particularly vicious mood, for even with the psychological assistance of Jack Bowler as referee, Tucky and his band did not succeed in scoring. By the way, Bags Wanamaker is coaching the hockey team at Yale again this year, and that team is a strong contender for collegiate honors.
At the Boston Alumni Association dinner a goodly band of classmates were rounded up. Dick Merrill and Fred Child both had parts in the program according to their respective talents, and therefore were entitled to wear stiff shirts, move with the big chiefs, and sit at the head table. The other seventeen of us broke bread at our family table, and although there seemed to be an unusual number of interruptions there were at the table during the course of the dinner Richardson, Kimball, Johnson, Milmore, Sutcliffe, Priddy, Humphrey, O'Hara, Foster, Clough, Mason, Mowry, Fawcett, Wyman, Simpson, and Barker. It was particularly pleasing to have Jim Mowry, Joe Fawcett, and George Simpson come out and join the regulars, and we only hope that they will get the habit and come often.
A 1 Bradley was kind enough to volunteer the information that Jeanne Bradley was born December 20, 1925. That's fine, Al, and what sort of a perambulator will she have, a Buick, Oldsmobile, G. M. C., or Pontiac? In honor of, or perhaps in anticipation of the event, Al and Mrs. Bradley built a new home in Ardsley-on-the-Hudson, N. Y. Being nothing but a country boy from Boston, I don't know whether that is up or down the Hudson, but it sounds all right to me, Al, and I'll be out the next time I go to New York.
Advertising is a great institution, but photogravure advertising is an accomplishment. The Secretary received anonymously a copy of the Minneapolis Tribune under the date of January 3, 1926, which contained pictures of a few of the leading building contractors of the northwest. In the very center was Malcie Macdonald, president of Macdonald Builders, Inc. Malcie is located in Minneapolis, and is to be congratulated upon receiving recognition of his success. Every once in a while some member of the class meets up with an ex-15er. I don't like to use the prefix ex, for word of any man who matriculated with our class will be interesting news to some other member of the class with whom he made friends even though they did not complete the four years together. Art Stotter left Hanover in 1913, and then graduated from the University of Chicago and Rush Medical College. He is now practising eye, ear, nose, and throat specialist in Cleveland, Ohio, and with his father operates a private hospital.
Eddie Rice has associated himself with Ernst and Ernst, public accountants, located at 73 Water St., Boston.
Your Secretary receives annually a visit from his highness, the Duke de Sullivan. December 30 was the appointed date this past year, and under the roof of the Pine Tree Lunch we discussed as many subjects as possible in a two hour lunch period. There was one subject which I attempted to avoid, for if Duke started on it we wouldn't have eaten,—that is "Equality of pay for men and women teachers". Duke is still teaching in the High School of Commerce in Boston, but admits that he has two hobbies, a boy and a girl.
Just after I had partaken of some of Mrs. Thompson's home-cooked food and paid my check one recent noon, I bumped into Bob Griffin. Bob looked as though he had some news to impart, and I was not disappointed. By the time these notes have been broadcasted Bob will have changed his business affiliations and can be located in the New York office of E. H. Rollins and Sons. The combination of an engineering experience with banking practice should work out to the advantage of all parties, concerned. The Boston crowd regrets your departure, Bob, but we wish you the best of luck.
Le Roy Parchert comes into the office frequently, but seems to think that the elevator only runs to the seventh floor. I happened upon him going out to lunch with a purchasing agent in tow, to whom he has just sold a ton of printed matter, but if he doesn't ride up one more flight and make an official call on the Secretary I will be tempted to make what is technically known as an expose.
Did you ever hear of Mansion House Ice Cream? Well, if you haven't you will soon. Leon Tuck has added to his staff Johnnie Johnson as special sales representative, and as an advertising medium Johnnie is nothing else but. The Johnson family has moved into Brookline (66 Addington Road) for the winter, almost across the street from Carol Hurlburt.
The game commissioner of the state of Maine reports that there was plenty of game in the woods this fall. Ed Curtis says that when he came out of the northern woods game was no so plentiful as when he entered.
History is made rapidly out in Nebraska. It was but recently word was received that Voyle Rector had bought himself a creamery in St. Joseph. But before I would believe he had had time for one milking, the news came that he had sold it and returned to the Fairmount
outfit. Even the butter and egg men are not adverse to taking a profit.
Harry Ellms has moved on to Chicago, associated with the Liberty Magazine.
There are printed quite frequently in WeirdTales contributions from the pen of H. Thompson Rich. Hal is devoting his time and efforts entirely to short-story writing and appears to be successful.
Fred Child's voice seems to improve each year,—although the inspiration he receives from his accompanist, Mrs. Child, is of no little consequence. Fred says that Charlie Griffith has, gone 'off on another "toot", and over the same route, the Hawaiian Islands and way stations. Can you imagine how five feet of snow would look on the beach at Wai-ki-ki?
Kel Rose is doing a creditable job at the Seaboard Bank in New York. Kel is quiet and slow to rouse, but when he says "No", the bank puts its money back in its pocket satisfied that the potential borrower is a bad risk.
All of the scintillating remarks, squibs, and puns found in this column were inspired by a major operation which has just been performed on a five foot snow bank obstructing traffic on the Secretary's front walk. Like a proficient surgeon, the incision made in that snow bank was as narrow as is practically possible to permit facile manipulation. Antithesisly speaking, is it any wonder that the vision was brought to mind of Pete Winship and family basking in the sun warmth of Clearwater, Florida. The Winships have been in Clearwater so long that I suppose they are reckoned as natives by this time. As an advertising medium it might be good business to stage a Winter Carnival there, importing the snow F. O. B. Boston.
Secretary, 9 Woodland St., Arlington, Mass.
