Class of 1916

Just before going to press we had a telephone call from Sally Fenno in Providence advising that Jesse was confined to his bed with a heavy cold and that 1916 news was scarce. The situation isn't a whole lot better in Boston, but we'll go to bat in the pinch and endeavor to keep away from libelous comments on the fair-haired boys of Balmacaan.

Hail to the two most recent arrivals in the 1916 fold: Barbara Stowell, daughter of Barbara and Ken Stowell, born October 12, 1927; new address, 6 Alden Place, Bronxville, N. Y. John Alden Pelletier, Jr., son to Gladys and Johnny Pelletier, born December 18, 1927. Our congratulations and best wishes to the two family circles.

The sincerest sympathy of the class goes out to Bailey Emery in the loss of his wife, Alta Bird Emery, on December 17, at Tulsa, Oklahoma. Death was due to heart failure. Services and interment were at Detroit, Mich., the former home of the deceased. Mrs. Emery filled the double role of wife and active business associate. She had served as secretary treasurer of B. V. Emery and Company, Inc., production and refinery specialties, from the inception of the company in March, 1922. The couple were married on November 22, 1923.

A surprise visitor to Boston during the Christmas holidays was "Howdy" Parker. "Howdy" and Belle are comfortably located in Detroit, where the former is connected with a large, construction company.

As we pen these notes we are pleasantly reminded by the broadcast of Radio Station WEEI, "the friendly voice of Boston," that Bob Burlen is doing his stuff with the old time "wim and wigor." After hearing some of the devotees of "bla" over the ether, it' is positively refreshing to hear Bob make the evening announcements for WEEI.

Professor Parker's "School of Pitch" has been sadly riddled by transfer. The professor himself is playing in the midwest league. Ernie Gioiosa is showing 'em how to "chalk the beezer" on the Pacific coast. Jesse Fenno is introducing the seducing pastime in Providence, while Ernie Cutler has moved his business west of Kenmore Square. At one time recently there was but one of us standing by for the next deal, but with the return of Jack English from Providence to Boston there is now hope of intriguing Ernie Cutler into Boston for a "high, low, jack," reunion. Burt Phinney is always a possibility for a fourth, when Burt can remember that school still keeps.

After many unsatisfactory experiments to relocate an agreeable spot for the Balmacaan Wednesday luncheons, arrangements have now been closed for a private room at the Hotel Bellevue. Time, 12:30. The table is growing, but there are still spare chairs. Note and heed, 'Caaners of Boston.

Had a short but very pleasant chat with "Tug" Tyler in Boston recently. "Tug" is devotedly following golf as a pro in the open season, and in the manufacture of clubs in Muncie, Ind., during the winter months. "Tug" hopes to locate as "pro" at one of the New England clubs during the coming season. Any good bets along this line would be considered.

While spending a few night hours and a little small change in New York city a few weeks ago, we tried to connect with Perc Burnham. The telephone lines were in order, but Perc was not. The intrepid bachelor of the Bronx still has 'em guessing. The trail has been long, but there's a wedding march at the end and double harness. We'll take even money on the spot that Abe Lincoln holds out for going home when he gets ready longer than the strawberry blonde of Brooklyn. While the Jap valet continues to sew on buttons and keep the wardrobe in press, bachelor apartments look rosy to Abe. There aren't many of them left and the Fifteenth must have a bride.

"GEORGE RESCUES TWO" screamed the recent headlines of the Concord, N. H., DailyNews, and forthwith the world at large learned how the intrepid mill pond viking "Heinie" George rescued two geese hunters from the watery depths of Great Bay. Balmacaan's big screech from the North Country is in again— and so are we. And let it be added that so long as we are able to push a pen, every time that "Heinie's" head breaks into the front page features we are going to take a sock at it. Unfortunately the rescuer has us on the hit at the moment, since we are pinch-hitting for Jesse, and it wouldn't be ethical to abuse the secretarial license. But look to your oar locks and bailer, "Heinie," there's a big rock dead ahead. To with the story, it was reported that two Stratham men were pitched into the icy waters when a sneak float upon which they were hunting geese, capsized. George was at the camp of the Great Bay Associates with a party of local men when the accident occurred about a mile away. Racing to his dory George shoved off alone and arrived at the scene of the upset at the same time with another rescue boat. The drowning men were pulled aboard and rushed to the shore where the resuscitation efforts of George and another revived them. Credit where credit is due, and the palm goes to "Heinie" for his seamanship in the rescue. Our sou'wester is off to the hero, but you'll pardon the snicker when we read on further in the newspaper account, that "George put to good use his training acquired at the Wallis Sands Coast Guard Station, Rye, N. H., during vacations while a student at Dartmouth." We happened to be kicking along that same stretch of the sands while the above mentioned training was being acquired by "Heinie," and there was more water in that last gallon of gas that you bought for the Ford than "Heinie" ever sailed over in all the training. But at that, there's credit due the shoal water skimmer—he sure swings a mean lantern on the night beach patrol. It's your move, "Hankus" George, but keep away from the water.

Editor, 85 Sargent St., Melrose Highlands, Mass.