Letters

Dear Met: I am sorry that I have been so negligent about communicating with you. I had no idea that May, 1929, was the time of the last correspondence with you.

On July 1, I was married to Isabel Munoz Coons, and we are now living at the above address. I am doing personnel work for the W. T. Grant Co. at 1441 Broadway. For the past year my work has been largely confined to the New York office, so that my wanderings about the country have been very much curtailed. This work has its advantages, but I have missed the pleasure of seeing the gang in Cleveland, Chicago, Minneapolis, etc.

My vacation for the past summer was a honeymoon. We spent three weeks in Bermuda, and if anybody tells you that Bermuda is hot in the summer, they are crazy. It was delightful.

At the present time I am scouting Columbia for the "big green," and expect this winter to continue to do some hockey officiating, which gives me an opportunity to see Pudge Neidlinger, who again will be coaching the Princeton hockey crew. Hope all goes well with you.

Very best regards,

Dear Metz: This will acknowledge receipt of your letter of September 26 to which you attached a questionnaire. I am pleased to note that I have been a contributor to your files in the past, and that inasmuch as this contribution was made in April of last year, I am still in good standing.

I suppose it is of more than passing interest to you that I tried to become a contributor to your shoe shop a couple of times last winter, but never was able to find you in the store. Of course, I will have to admit I usually got there before half past ten in the morning, and was not surprised that I was unable to find you in.

Now, to take up the questions more or less in the order in which you have asked them:

Yes, I am married. What difference does it make? If I am not mistaken, I have already explained to you that I did a good selling job in the summer of 1928 and stepped off in September of that year. R. N. Barker, the Theta Delt, followed me up seven days later.

Now to take up the question of what I have been doing. I am still employed, due to failure of a strike, fire, or some act of God beyond anybody's control, as space buyer in the Griswold-Eshleman Company, 2700 Terminal Tower, Cleveland, Ohio. This is rather a tough job in a way, because I have to take all bets on Dartmouth football games and it looks as though I am going to get trimmed by these Cornell guys.

For pleasure I answer questionnaires because, no kidding, I do enjoy it after all. Had a good break this summer on a vacation. My kid brother ('26) married a girl who lived in Los Angeles. The family took my wife and me on a trip to California. The only real regret that I have to make about that trip was that I happened to be winking my eyes when we went through Spokane, where Peyte Hawes comes from, and missed the town entirely. You know that is the town that is supposed to be the capital of a great empire. I guess it must be all empire and not much capital.

I haven't been in Hanover and am not able to give you an idea what impressed me most about it. From the stories I hear from these short trousers, etc., it seems some sophomore class made Delta Alpha so pleasant for the freshmen that they just continued wearing trick costumes of that kind.

I suppose that I would be glad to pay a dollar for a copy of a 1923 newspaper, but when you have such potent space solicitors as Pete Howe and Bevo Beveridge, it seems a shame that you shouldn't put the job up to them in selling out half the paper to advertisers.

Very truly yours,

Dear Metz: Have seen recently: "Bub" Eaton—treasurer of Hallect Eaton

Company, purveyors of hosiery, lingerie, cosmetics, and other such feminine articles & la chain store system in and about Boston.

"Jack" Stanley—now the New Bedford, Mass., representative of Harris Forbes Co., married last spring to Miss Holly Webb of Boston.

"Red" McPherson, here for his vacation. Is the city editor of one of Buffalo's leading newspapers, and still the toast of the debutantes, etc.

"Jim" Moody—pounding the sidewalks of Quincy, Mass., for Harris Forbes Company.

We started our '2B luncheons at the "University Club last week. Those present were Frank Doten, Pudge Neidlinger, Sherm Clough, George Fuller, and myself. We plan to continue every Monday noon for this fall at least.

No change in my team's line-up. Still with the Paine Furniture Co. in Boston, living in Newtonville, with wife and one son now two and a half years.

I would most certainly spend $100 for a class newspaper.

Best ever,

Have a good crop of letters and dope to start the season, thanks to the promptness and generosity of a large number of the boys who heard your correspondent holler and kicked through. If you like the photographs send me more. If not your own, some other guy's. One more thing—movies of the Big Fifth are available on application. And not too soon to think about 1933.