CLASS OF 1928
Being still a schoolboy, I've just worried through the usual ten days vacation in fine shape—after practicing for a dozen years or so, you get to know how to use them quite well. At any rate part of the time was dedicated to the investigation of how the New Jersey boys manage to get along. Having lived in Greater Boston ('Ray!) for—well—quite a few years, and knowing this section to be the only livable part, of course, I was quite surprised to find that Montclair, N. J., was not stuck up on posts in the middle of the New Jersey marshes after all. Phillips tried all one year to convince me that it was a fairly decent sort of place, and perhaps it is at that; however, whatever it is about, the place seems to agree with Johnny, even though he is busy most of the time sweeping out the office in the morning and cornering the market the rest of the day. Didn't see many of the class down there, but I found out that Beef Vernon is married—has been for some time—that Rib Foster may be any minute now, and that John Clarke Rose is still drawing mighty fine pictures down in the Village.
The bright spot of the past month, though, is a letter from Dana Condon, who is in Costa Rica with the United Fruit Company. I'd like to print the whole letter, but as there are seven darn interesting pages, I'll have to save it for another sort of publication. He is right in the heart of the banana country—eight degrees north of the equator, and, as he says "we manage to live comfortably without overcoats." Also "there are some real big snakes here, but I haven't seen any over twelve feet long yet—mountain lions—we have notoriously big cockroaches all over the placeone- morning I found an ugly brown spider in my slipper that measured more than 6| inches across." I had thought about going down there—once. Dana says that Bob Reid is down there working as an assistant overseer about twenty miles from him, and that it would be fine if some of you guys got careless and wrote them a letter or so, as the mails arrive only about four times a day. The address is Port Limon, Costa Rica, C. A., care of United Fruit Company.
Morry Gray is teaching school at Jefferson, N.H.
Spence Piatt is studying at the University of Michigan.
Bill Hunt is doing graduate work at Harvard.
John Turkevich instructs in the far famed Steele Chemical Laboratory.
Horace Brown works for the Ames Shovel and Tool Company at North Easton, Mass.
Gerry Luellen manufactures something or other at Worcester, Mass.
Sammy Sammis is with the Lycoming Rubber Company at Williamsport, Pa. And that reminds me, Johnny Phillips told me that Art Gow is about to take over a knock-out job with a rubber company in New Haven.
Dave Menard is a chemist with the E. L. Patch Company of Stoneham, Mass., which company may or may not be related to Chub Patch, who used to room with Hase Sturtevant a while back and who comes from that town.
Ken Kent sells and does office work now and then for the Sample-Durick Company of Springfield, Mass.
Dick Klinck is in the banking business in New York, and Gordon Adams is at present clerking in a broker's office on Wall St.
Larry Miter sells insurance in Cleveland, and Jack Barry is in the claim department of the Liberty Mutual Insurance Company, Boston.
Dave McCathie works for the Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company in Brooklyn, N. Y.
For the old-timers, many of whom we have not seen for some time, Howie Haley is a department manager for the Lincoln Stores at Quincy, Mass. Dick Brown is in the office of the Collector of Internal Revenue at Boston. Jim Woods is in the National Shawmut Bank, Boston. Hank Reynolds is studying medicine there. Mac McNeil is selling insurance for V. F. McNeil and Company, Inc., in New Haven. Al Kitts is a student at the School of Medicine, Emory University, Atlanta, Ga. Curt Bird is in the automobile business in Chicago. Bud Terrio is married, and works for Thayer McNeil Company, Boston—on Sundays Bud plays hockey in the Mystic Valley League. Franklin Folsom is an instructor at Swarthmore College. Johnny Redington is in the advertising department of William Filene's, Boston. And Merrill Shurtleff is with the same company.
Gather round and listen to this—Hank Milton is engaged. At least I think it is Hank. The card said Miss Gladys French—Mr. Henry Carlton Milton. Anyway, many congratulations, Henry!
Ted Schwartz has recently won the New Hampshire division of a national competition conducted by the Drama League of America. Ted's play was "Rococo."
And that will be about all—what with midyear exams only a couple of weeks off—you working guys are sure lucky. And while you have that in mind and realize what an easy time you're having with no studying, etc.— nothing to do except work—how about imagining a poor hard working sec who has to write something more a month from now and who will probably have nothing to write from except his imagination, which by that time will be shot clean full of holes—and ship along a letter with some dope about yourself and a couple of other gents.
And the class wishes itself a most enjoyable and prosperous New Year—all the way round.
THE GREEN, WEST SIDE: ABOUT 1870
Secretary, 70 Mt. Vernon St., Melrose, Mass
