Class of 1922
Miss Elizabeth Chapman Brown and Johnny Johnson were married on June 2 at Springfield, Mass. They are to live at IS Walnut St., Framingham, Mass., in which city Johnny works for the Dennison Manufacturing Company. They have the very best wishes of 1922.
Ahd the day before that Walter Sands and Miss Doris Louise Graham were married in Watertown, Mass. They are to live at 30 Perry St., New York city, which is exactly fifty yards from where your humble correspondent lives.
Clifford Burrowes ("Kip") Orr has just sold his first book, a detective story, to Doubleday Page, and put the finishing touches to it in Hanover. When Kip's book is put on the market we will give it a real send-off. After all, this is only the second book that a 1922 man has published, the first being "Granite" by Tom Quinn. Wherefore wet must rejoice that a member of the class has written an opus acceptable to a hard-boiled publisher of today.
Phil Gove is going to spend the summer in New York working for the telephone company, and expects to be an instructor at New York University again next year.
Harry Griswold has been in New York off and on for several months and told your scribe that he expects to be for some time. The Griswolds are living in Scarsdale. Mrs. Harry is going to their old home, Detroit, for the summer.
To prove that a trip to Brooklyn is not a wholly foolish venture, let us state that we met Bill Shirley for a fleeting moment recently in that fair city, and were told that Bill is working at the New York Public Library. Many of our readers will recall this library, which stands on the southwest corner of Fifth Avenue and Forty-second St., and which can be seen on a rainy day when, the steps are clear of gesticulating citizens.
Johnny Johnson writes that 1922 in Boston had a dinner in May at Joe Perkins' hotel in Brookline. Landlord Perkins extended himself to please his classmates. We have with our wonted carelessness misplaced a list of the diners and herewith beg their pardons. Johnny is doing his very best to keep the Boston crowd alive and kicking, and should be lent all possible support.
You must wonder about the class directory, or must you? Whether or no that spicy compendium will be in your hands ere long.
Mr. and Mrs. Sumner Dudley Kilmarx are the hosts indefinitely of one Robert Dudley Kilmarx, born in late May.
Rather than risk the silent or clamant contempt of the medicos if we should misspell the words used in the following letter from Gaylord Anderson, we reprint in toto this report from that student of the healing art: 417 Vanderbilt Hall, Longwood Ave., Boston, Mass. May 10, 1928. Dear Frank,
Several months ago I told your sister to tell you that before I had grown many more grey hairs I would write you all the news that I knew of. And upon my word my intentions were of the best but like all the ...rest of good intentions; therefore I won't try to pull off any alibi. Here goes.
I have seen precious few of the class for an age and know but little, but here are a few items which .you might not otherwise pick up. Our illustrious Stetson, as you know, is keeping himself hidden at the Massachusetts General Hospital as an interne on the medical service. You have probably not, however, heard of his recent scientific publications. The first appeared in the October number of the Archives of Internal Medicine, and was entitled "Normal Variations in White Blood Cells under Conditions of Minimal Metabolism," and represents largely if not entirely some special work he did during his fourth year in the school. The other article is in one of the current numbers of the American Journalof Medical Science, and is entitled "The Response of the Reticulocytes to Liver Therapy; Particularly in Pernicious Anemia." This last piece of work was not his alone, the article being signed by George R Minot, William P. Murphy, and Richard P. Stetson. So much for "poor Richard he may have written other articles which have not come to my attention.
As for the Anderson family, they also are keeping fairly quiet. Troyer has just recently accepted an appointment as assistant professor of history at Swarthmore, so beginning this fall he hangs his hat in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Yours truly is getting through medical school in about a month, and on the first of July begins a one year appointment at the Albany, N. Y., Hospital. I also have broken into the publishing game, for if anyone should be courageous (or foolish) enough to look at Vol. 11l of the International Critical Tables of Physical and Chemical Data he would find that my name was tacked on after that of Professor Forbes of the Harvard Chemistry Department to a section entitled "Phase-Equilibrium Data for Condensed Systems Containing Two Liquid Phases with a Third Component in Distribution Equilibrium Between Them, the Two Liquid Phases Being Practically Non-Miscible." I'll be hanged if I know what that title means, for the editors put it on; I know it as simply Distribution Ratios. I recommend the article for the guy that can see the plot in a logarithm table. It was my final bow as a chemist, representing some work done way back in 1924, the summer before I came to medical school, but the editors have just got around to that particular volume. Pardon me for appearing to blow my own horn by mentioning this, but I send it on lest some may think I have prematurely sunk into that oblivion which is the fate of all Phi Betes. That will come soon enough, but in the meantime I've managed to collect Alpha Omega Alpha, the medical phi bete. Sorry I haven't more news for you, but you must confess that this is more than I've sent you for some time, for I've been a very poor correspondent. Best of luck to you, Frank, and regards to all my friends.
Secretary, 240 Waverly Place, New York
Sincerely,
