CLASS OF 1928
- All kinds of good stuff this month—excellent way to start off the fall and winter season. The high-powered questionnaires are coming back in great shape, but plenty are due yet, which gives me a fine chance to take a crack at guys who don't return such things before they turn yellow. But promptly or not, the idea is to get them back sometime, so here's urging all delinquents to get on the horse, rapid like.
Picking a few out of the hat at randomthose in Hanover: Dan'l Hatch is comptrolling for the Outing Club. Bill Kimball instructs at Thayer School. John Turkevjch holds the office of instructor in chemistry. Joe Tidd, the same in botany. Red Dixon holds down the job of selecting your football tickets for you by way of being business manager of athletics. Myles Lane, according to last reports, will assist in coaching football; on the other hand it seems as though someone said he was going to Harvard Law School this fall—you can pick one or the other. Hal Moody, after a couple years' absence, is back finishing up for his degree. Phil Sherman will probably be busy keeping his twelve, or maybe fourteen, papers grinding out football dope.
The prosperous members of the outfit are gradually getting themselves either married or at least engaged. Mr. Ralph L. Rickenbaugh led off on the twenty-fourth of August and married Hilda Van Horn. Johnny Gordon sent me a clipping about a foot long with all the details, including a lot of particulars concerning eggshell transparent velvet with princess lines and something about white Auratum lilies, gypsophelia, swansonia, and smilax, all of which I didn't understand very well. Anyway Rick is safely hooked up by this time, not only to a darn good wife (I know for a fact), but also to a knockout job as assistant to the regional manager for the South Atlantic states in charge of sales and service for Cadillac. Big clipping of the Zellers-Merriam wedding says that Loren Stevens and Lou Pelletier were chief mainstays. I forgot to say that Brad Brown was Rick's best man and that Larry Miter was likewise useful in some capacity or other.
Announcements announce that Charles Scott and Miss Emily Parsons were married on' August 30. Jack Goodnow and Margaret Symes were married at Somersworth, N. H., on September 7. Dana Condon came back from the wilds of Central America to marry Miss Verna hue Warren, September 11, at Lowell.
It's a darn lucky thing that John van de Poele Phelan got himself engaged to Martha Holland, because now we can get the dope on how to spell his middle name.
Another nice engraving job says that Mai Beal is engaged to Rachel Weston Palmateer.
The Harvard Law contingent includes Lanky Langdell and Ken Graf from all accounts. Bob Rockhill is back there, and has recently been named a member of the Student Advisory Council, an honor held by fifteen of the thirty highest men at the end of the first year. A 1 Willey is back there again this year, as is Howie Rogers.
The Business School continues to instruct Chuck Goodman, Don Norris, Makie Makepeace, Dick Rockwell, Prank Tindle, and Carroll "Shep" Shepard. How those gentlemen hang on now that the Secretary isn't there to explain things is a mystery.
Postcards from Helsingfors, London, and Denver point out the whereabouts of Roy Myers, Champ Webster, and Buck Serrell. Roy is working his passage on a passengerfreight boat on the Baltic, and has visited Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Poland, and Germany. Champ stopped off at London for a while before going to Belgium, the Rhine Valley, Switzerland, a month in Italy, back to Paris and home to teach Latin at the Lakeside School at Seattle, Wash.
Barney Nova confirms a newspaper clipping which I have recently received. Joe Rosen was instantly killed when the car in which he was driving overturned. Sometimes, spread out as we are, it is hard to realize that the class as we knew it at Hanover is gradually being thinned out. Only at reunions to come when we look around for the fellows we used to know will it be apparent. And the Third, a year or so from now, will miss Joe's ever-ready smile and the presence of a darn fine fellow.
I haven't attempted to arrange or classify the reams of information uncovered by questionnairing operations. This is more or less of an introduction to succeeding months. What with the long winter evenings approaching and this being Pawtucket, R. 1., I can promise big stories for the future and come pretty darn close to making them appear on schedule. Best of luck—
Your class news will appear regularly in the Alumni Magazine. Haveyou renewed your subscription?
Secretary, 69 Maynard St., Pawtucket, R. I.
