CLASS OF 1928
Listen here, girls and boys, I'm not going to spend the rest of the night on this communication, if you don't mind. I'll tell you why—the evening is very warm, even for Providence; this room is not an ice-box, and I have just completed my first day's labor at the Waypoyset Manufacturing Company, makers of the finest in woven fabrics, or whatever they call them. The mill is in Pawtucket, by the way—a fine place.
At any rate, there is a little news waiting to be spread around. Saw Gene Ramey at the Metropolitan in Boston a short while agoonly he was in the show and probably didn't see me. Not a bad show at all, and Gene had himself a part of very respectable length. Why did we guys bother to graduate anyway?
Wat Dickerman writes that he is planning to organize a bumming excursion to Europe via freighter, canal boat, bicycle, on foot, and any other way that happens to come to mind. This will be published too late to draw recruits from the class, which is a darn shame, but Wat's mind is made up and he will go all the same. Leaves New York on July 20 to Rotterdam—from there up the Rhine, spending a month hiking through the Black Forest country and the Bavarian Alps, then down the Danube to Vienna and Budapest, back to Trieste, where he sails to Beirut "to do a Mai Beal."
Brad Brown says that the territory of Wisconsin and northern Michigan is a sizable plot of ground, and that the Lincoln Electric Company urges him to keep it well covered. Says that he gets good money, but not much of it.
Our Hanover correspondent, John Phelan, doubling for Phil Sherman while the latter fed his papers with the Commencement stuff, says that he looked around real carefully for three days, and didn't see a single Twentyeight man who hadn't been there all year. We'll have to take John's word for it because he has mighty sharp eyes—yes, sir—but it simply goes to show that the class is just holding back until it can do the job right in 1931. But news from that quarter suggests that Ellie Jones is to marry Miss Nellie Marie Gibbs on June 29.
A letter from Pat Patience intimates that a signal honor has come to our class—Doc Simmons has been elected to the position of treasurer of the Connecticut Alumni Association. Seems that a couple of fellows down there had been waiting for years to get a club started, but they didn't have members enough to fill all the offices—then Doc came along and their troubles were over. Pat says that Jim McConnon, chemist or production superintendent for McConnon and Company, is engaged to Cynthia Murdockwedding to be in October. And Woody Houghton got himself engaged to Marian Holden (Smith '29); come to think of it, I saw Woody in the North Station recently and he didn't mention it, which is very bad manners. Pat is figuring bond yields, value of rights, etc., for Fuller, Richter, and Aidrich, investment bankers in Hartford.
Monty Wells writes down that Frank Tindle says that Sam Magavern is about to take Ms bar examination in Buffalo. Bunny Sanborn and Mutt Jennings have shipped to South America as very ordinary seamen, before coming back to count pennies in some bank or other in Boston. Monty is going to teach somebody something or other at Roxbury School in Cheshire, Conn.
A couple of small cards bear the information that on May 22 Miss Mary Virginia Lewis was born. The interesting thing about that announcement is that this young lady is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Lewis of Palisade Park, N. J., and of the class of 1928. And a few days later A1 Willey called me up (woke me up, I should say—I was a happy-golucky schoolboy then) with the news that Mr. and Mrs. A 1 were announcing the arrival of Miss Electa Ann. And that, one might say, is mighty fine.
Some of those white cards inside of several envelopes mention that Ace Anthony was married to Grace Lee on the first of June at Darlington, Md., that Wally Carr married Natalie Stout on the 15th at Ridgewood.N. J that Bill Hunt and Edna Bossen were married on the same day at Hartford, Conn., and that Hank Milton was married to Gladys French on June 29 at Reading, Mass.
Secretary, The Brenton, 210 Waterman St., Providence, R. I.
