CLASS OF 1929
Secretary 114 Pleasant St., Arlington, Mass
Well, here we are at it again, with our first scribal year losing shape in the dusk downtrail and our second year scarce more than a silent papoose crawling and tumbling about in vain search for food for his thoughts and words for his untried tongue. How long, oh two-buck-niners, is this young one to go hungry and dumb?
During the summer we were tucked away on the North Shore (Mass.), where life is so lazy that it is surprising that more of the young bucks were not encountered. But the only Twenty-niner we ran across was stout Herm Magnuson, one-time water-polo star, who transferred at end of sophomore year to Mass. Aggie to study landscape architecture. We found him guarding the shores of Singing Beach at Manchester-by-the-Sea. Now he is somewhere on Long Island, working off the fat and tan of his last loafing summer. We used to lie on the sand and wonder where Dick Black has disappeared to, what was ever to become of tall Tim Maynard, and with what success were the political harangues of D. Wainwright Orr being received in the up-country of New Hampshire. But it was all, and still is, mere conjecture, for news is scarce, except in the case of the gentleman politician of New Hampshire, whose brilliant conduct aided immeasurably in bringing sweet victory to his cause. And while on the subject we might say that that worthy is now enrolled in the first year at Harvard Law, where he is rooming with no less a success than Gerard Swope, Jr., who in company with that famous scribe of other days, Herbert Morton Ball, deserves the grand screech of approbation from the tribe. These two youths picked out the month of April last to close up-their law books and settle down in the questionable comfort of a hospital bed. Herb had appendicitis, and Jerry had a knee that was locked-up by a jam in which a torn cartilage and chipped bone had to be untangled. In spite of such handicaps, both are back at school none the worse for wear, except that the only chasing Swopie can do now is after the ladies. And that's enough for the law school for now.
We were back in Hanover for no longer than an overnight stop just as things were beginning to get underway again up there. We noticed that a considerable change is taking place with the removal of old buildings and erection of new ones, that the campus was thick and green, that new concrete streets were being laid, and that everybody was excited about football and rushing. We saw Coach Breithut of the freshman team, banker Fritz, on leave of absence from New York city for the fall season, no longer quite as solidly stout as of yore, but otherwise unchanged. His valuable contribution was that Inches Pierce has recently had a very grand wedding, and made his old girl Mrs. Inches. Becoming very excited at such news, we immediately forgot Mrs. Inches' former name as well as their future address. Now, if Mrs. Inches will set her husband a good example and sit down and write us a short note, just as Mrs. Mildred McElvein Cooley did the other day, we would have occasion for double rejoicing. Those of you who are blessed with a wife ought to have things well enough under control to see that we get some notice of your new blissfulness. Mildred Cooley, now, writes that A 1 is very busy, what with being gardener, dishwiper, and wage-earner, but that he might get a chance to write sometime. In the meantime, however, we know that A 1 is being taken good care of, that he is a teller at the Merchants and Traders Bank in Buffalo, and that they are living at 317 Voorhees Ave. That's all very good news, and we hope that more of the same sort will come from like sources.
Another wedding we are glad to record took place at Northport, Mich., on the sixth of September, when Bill Page and Virginia Castle were married. We shall expect a letter from Mrs. Bill.
Then along comes Al Miller with a big smile, and a young lady by his side, and we are introduced to Mrs. Al, who used to be Helen Cheney of Concord, N. H., before June 18 last. Because Al is in the spirit of the thing he reports that George CoviU's engagement to Norma Rubino was announced on the third of September. Mr. and Mrs. Miller live at 22 Chauncy St., Cambridge, while Al makes the rounds of the Law School with the rest of us.
The number of the MAGAZINE that you are now reading is the last one that you will receive by class subscription. We hope that none of you will let carelessness or the expense of two dollars stand in the way of continuing your subscription. We have tried to make our contribution to the MAGAZINE interesting and worth while to the class. We appreciate the good help you all have given us, and we feel that the class is the closer and stronger by its share and interest in the MAGAZINE. It will be much more pleasant to be writing this letter every month if we know it is being read by almost every member of the class. So sit down and write off a check to Hanover, and a note to us And if you see us at a football game, give us a yell.
