Class of 1917
One of the very pleasant features of this recorder's job turned up this week in the form of a long letter from Hal Weeks, who you will recall has been having the toughest kind of luck with his eyesight. Here's what Hal has to say:
"I was in Exeter last summer,. trying to find solace from native environs, but as solace was not general enough, I packed up my small family and a pair of your overalls some time last October and hit the old Santa Fe trail for Albuquerque, New Mexico. If you hunt carefully, you may find this on the United States map, but don't get out the atlas of foreign countries, as so many of my friends have done in an attempt to locate my whereabouts. A two cent stamp suffices for postage to this distant point.
"As you mentioned having seen our good mutual friends, Rafe Carpenter and Bill Eaton of Andrew Mellon fame, you probably know why I migrated to this point. I am really not fleeing from the law—just from the erudite doctors of the East, who, it has been my misfortune to find, were still practicing in the dark ages as far as my particular ailment goes; so I decided to commune more closely with nature and accept more of the spiritual than the worldly for the present.
"This is truly a very interesting country if you still have a liking for histrionic values. I do expect, however, to spend four or five weeks in Exeter this summer, and hope a chance meeting or a plotted one can be had. In the meantime I would enjoy hearing from you or any of the gang." Hal's address is 322 North 14th St., Albu
querque, N. M
One of our "lost" list has recently turned up. Russell J. Paul notified the College office that he is now with the Kimball and Prince Lumber Company of Vineland, N. J., and living on Garden Road in that metropolis.
An edition of Brattleboro, Vermont's, leading newspaper recently featured Hap Mason's picture, due to his election as vice-president and treasurer of Dunham Brothers Company, the leading boot and shoe wholesalers in that section. We'll expect Hap soon to be contributing one of those well known business success articles to the American Magazine or the yeast cake ads.
President Don just sent me a bang up good letter—you know the sort that leave you feeling full of enthusiasm. You will remember that in the fall he suggested that whenever the opportunity offered, small alumni groups should get together informally with faculty members in order to get first hand information about current affairs in Hanover. President Don assuredly practices what he preaches; and when Prexy Hopkins was in New York in February, he arranged to have fifteen '17ers meet with Prexy at nine o'clock for a couple of hours of such informal discussion; and those couple of hours Don says stretched out until two A. M.
Jim Rubel forgot about that rule that no 'l7er west or south of the Hudson River is supposed to send us any news, and sent us a letter on the stationery of his company, The Apex Stamping Cos. The top of this stationery is decorated with pictures of a lot of beer bottle—pardon me, soft drink bottle—caps. That must signify that his company is engaged in stamping out prohibition. Jim says very casually at the end of the letter:
"Having taken on the added responsibility of a wife, I am not as carefree, nor careless, etc., etc.—as I used to be."
No further details of the event were mentioned; but I assume official that Jim has been dropped from the rolls of Sunny's highly advertised "Freeman's Society."
Secretary, 90 Colony Road, Longmeadow, Mass.
