Class of 1926

This month marks a year for us, classmates after Commencement 1927 we relinquish our place as the youngest alumni to the class of 1927. Just to make this a good Commencement let all '26 men that can go to our dinner at the Norwich Inn, Saturday, the 18th, take the weekend off and let Atlas bear the world alone for a couple of days.

"Two weeks from now I leave for San Francisco to get a job on a Dollar boat around the world—bumming trip. Will take along one hundred million microbes for typhoid, one tooth brush and the spirit of Odyssey—also taking along a few pencils." Nice way for Dick Eberhart to leave us! No doubt one of those pencils may be used to give us homebodies a word from Afghanistan or Babylon.

"Tubber" Weymouth is nothing less than, in his own words, a big pulp and paper man in Westbrook, Maine—Cumberland Mills—with the S. D. Warren Company. He has been doing twenty-four hour duty in shifts of eight hours. I imagine he did this just for fun—or the experience. At least, that is what we apprentices are told.

"Colonel" Bill Nigh has annexed Stormy Hartley in the lumber business out amongst the tall trees in California. Stormy is said to be a "wage slave." What does that make the rest of us? I hope Stormy doesn't get muscle-bound as a result of his ten-hour grind.

By all that's logical, Les Waggener should be in Dallas now, having made the journey last month. Better write me about that, Les.

Regarding' appendix losses, I have just heard after six months that Norrie Williamson lost his. Apparently the insurance game has recovered now and Norrie has made up for his absence.

Dick Maloney, on an island thirty miles at sea, Nantucket, to be exact, finds teaching a good occupation.

In Holyoke, Mass., a college town, I imagine if one searched thoroughly they could find Gob Des Marais ensconced in a paper mill and liking it.

Fritz Lawson. is with the Rochester Folding Box Company, Rochester, New York. I didn't know they folded boxes but according to their ads, their daily capacity is 10,000,000. That must keep Fritz quite busy.

Hoyt Hilton hopes to get back in time for the first. He expects to have covered Belgium, Holland, northern Germany, Denmark, Sweden. Norway, and the Hebrides, by the way of Scotland, before he returns. Not bad for one man of '26 to knock off in a brief few months.

Sid Hayward got a letter from Keith Blake wherein Keith reprimanded the secretary for misprinting the name of his town. Well, I ask you—how many boys and girls could get Cranberry Lake right the first time? It does sound, as Keith said, like a typical answer to "Ask Me Another."

Larry Scoville, down in the Forestry School at Yale, is said to be pining for certain trout streams in the northern hills. Can you blame him ?

Charlie Starrett made his debut in a thriller at the Heckshaw Theatre. He had a good scene where he jumped out from behind a cabinet and said, "Hands up!" My, it must be wonderful to be an actor. His next move will take him with a troupe playing the Chautauqua circuit of northern New York.

Ben Watts' letter-head gives it to us that Ben can supply "Women's Silk Hosiery and Underwear" to those desiring such. His address is 125 Church Street, New York city.

Ken Andler is in Atlanta, Georgia, residing on what seems a typically named Peachtree Street. Ken is in engineering with the government survey. That's what we get for majoring in English, Ken.

Pete Barnes is with Lawson Brothers, brokers, in Kansas City.

I want to thank you fellows for your letters. I hope this will serve in the way of an answer until more time comes around for a personal reply. Meanwhile, a few of you from other parts, give us a lift as to some news.

Secretary, 342 Madison Ave., New York