Class of 1919
Several years ago we promised Phil Bird some help with these notes. Month after month we have put it off until next issue; finally we have decided to come through before we have to face him at our Tenth.
The alleged dirt is: Eddie Edwards, with the Hartman Furniture Cos. in and around Chicago mostly, is their expert of experts on color design and window dressing, and is the final word in the organization on interior decoration. This is not surprising to those of us who remember Eddie's room in college.
Batch Batchelder, toiling in New York city, lives in Darien, Connecticut and frequently sleeps in the same seat with us on the 7.49. There is nothing like a short nap after breakfast to set you up for the day.
Bill McCarter, another batch of freshman Englishers off his hands, has gathered together a group of undergraduates who are looking for breadth and gone waltzing down the Blue Danube to Constantinople. Others of the faculty run summer camps and that sort of thing but I think Bill's idea has greater possibilities.
The papers have announced the engagement of the fair-haired boy skipper, Eddie Fiske, of here, China, and points east, to Miss Jessie M. Thorp of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Freddie McCrea and Ted Townsend are about running the Pacific Coast. McCrea buys expensive magazine space for most of the Coast advertisers worth the name and Ted sells agate lines for all the best publications. Both prosper. McCrea remains the best catch west of the Rockies and has the mama of many a native daughter completely baffled. Our Coast representatives reports him the man about town.
Stewie Russell, the Holyoke hardware magnate, is freqeuntly seen in New York. He generally looks like the "after" picture in the yeast advertisements. It is rumored, however, that he managed to do a nervous collapse just at the right season for two or three weeks in Bermuda while the family kept the homefires burning. This remains the neatest trick of the week.
Johnny Chipman is in Boston with some company which makes a large assortment of what-nots. John stopped off recently to see us though and it is easy to see his heart is in the Tachometer. He told me everything about them except what they are. If he drops in on you look out for him or he will sell you one for the sewing machine, automobile, Kiddy Kar, and wheelbarrow. If you have a piano he could no doubt put one on it and wear it out in an hour or so. He still slaps a mean grace note.
Recently Bob Paisley, whose son, 18 months is already in Hanover (for the summer) getting the lay of the land, visited us for a week-end. He took three golf lessons at comparatively little expense and in the cool of the evening we showed him some of the fine points of mixed-doubles croquet. Bob is still hempbrokering down on Wall Street and growing his vegetables in Garden City.
Louie Munro is very successfully heading up the Boston office of Doremus & Cos. We understand Louie has gathered in almost all the good financial accounts thereabouts. Last reports were that Louie though much pursued was still single.
Mai Drane, of Drane & Rand, makers of fair clothes and swell terms, has returned to New York from Milwaukee, whither he went about a year ago to get some enterprise underway. He is settling down in Westchester again —Bronxville I believe.
Cottie Larmon, now professor or something of the sort, was in New York a few days this spring. He <was on his way to France and England as part of his preparation for the course he will start this fall. "Administration" I believe it is to be called. Paisley reports great difficulty convincing the passport authorities that it was all right to let Cottie leave the country once they had seen his passport picture.
Some of these tidings are third or fourth hand and may be a trifle inaccurate—some I may have imagined. Anyone maligned and wishing apology in print should write us to that effect, for we aim to please. We would welcome a few letters from other parts with information about those whom we haven't seen.
R. F. D. No. 37, South Norwalk, Connecticut, Assistant to P. H.Bird, Secretary
