CLASS OF 1920

Cynthia Helen Fuguet, born October SI, 1930. At least this one bit of good news istimely, coming as it does on the day we go to press. Now we know why BILL wasn't present at New Haven November 1.

Speaking of football, Roc ELLIOTT staged

a most satisfactory class supper at the Boston City Club the night before the Stadium wetdown. Twenty Bostonians were there, none from elsewhere, unless you count commuter MACOMBER of Nashua and BILL SULLIVAN of Danvers as real outsiders.

Elusive CHARLIE TUCKER has again been located, this time in New York in the advertising business. Previous location, New Jersey; occupation, real estate.

CARROLL DOWNES has for some time past been among those missing. He reports on the letterhead of F. P. Ristine and Company, stock brokers of Philadelphia, and is living in Ardmore.

REUEL PHILLIPS is coming east, that is, he has gotten as far as Kansas City, Mo., where he is with Sears, Roebuck and Company. As we recall, his past efforts have been in his father's Spokane department store. He is married, and the records show one child, born in 1925. Perhaps we need a more recent report?

We are somewhat late in reporting that HAL, WHITE has been appointed assistant manager of the Chicago branch of the Standard Accident Insurance Company of Detroit. He has previously served this same company in Texas and in Cincinnati. Hal was married in 1923, and has four children.

For some years past GROSVENOR PLOWMAN has been living in Cambridge. While there he was successively instructor at Boston University and M.1.T., and then did special work in the field of economics for the Associated Industries of Massachusetts. He has now made a big jump to Denver, where he is director of the Bureau of Business and Social Research and professor of marketing and business research in the School of Commerce in the University of Denver. For the time being at least this ranks as our No. 1 title.

We have recently seen SAM STRATTON, Ph.D. of Harvard, and advertising man IRV BLAINE, manager of the Boston office of Livermore and Knight, Providence advertising printers. Sam acquired the title from Harvard this June. Irv is living with his wife and three children in Needham, into which town the Secretary has recently moved. Other Twenty Needhamite: LYON SOUTHWORTH.

Which reminds us that DICK SOUTHWICK was among those present at the Boston class supper. We hope he will be again, and again.

Many will agree that printing salesmen are second only to insurance men in the list of general nuisances. RED BARNES is one of several that the Secretary has met in a semibusiness way since coming to Boston. Red is busy developing new and interesting paper boxes for Walter S. Barnes and Son, Inc.

The following are a few of the Tenth Report letters which arrived too late for use in the publication for which they were intended.

TED MARDEN

Hello, Twenty—,

Yours Truly, after a graduate year in Tuck School, has been in the White Mountains pursuing the "ins" and "outs" of the paper manufacturing business from the ground up or from the tree down, so to speak, and is still hard at it. And these White Mountains are not so far from the U. S. It's a short run, and we also go to Hanover occasionally. In general, the Parker-Young Company makes at this mill sulphite bond, writing, register, and envelope papers; manila, folder, envelope, wrapping, and printing papers; groundwood tablet, writing, glazing, carbonizing, waxing, and printing papers. I assure you, gentlemen, this is not for advertising purposes.

Dick Pearson, Hal Bernkopf, and Paul Kay have been up this way occasionally and we would be pleased to have others of you do likewise. Of course, Sherm Adams is with us all the time, handling the timberlands, and he sure does a good job of it.

Our girls, Betty and Barbara, will be ready for Carnival and Prom about 1942 or around that time. Betty started school this year, and Barbara says she is going "next year after next year." They sure are live ones.

My greatest change in personal appearance shows in a loss of approximately twenty pounds. Not bad, eh? Trained down, I'll say. That should be a record.

Am looking forward to seeing all of you at the Tenth. He did—Ed.

BUD WEYMOUTH

The 20's Tenth in 1930 is almost here and my report not in yet! Even though Charles Miner Stearns wouldn't accept my late English I themes, please don't dub this one" E if it isn't in the box in Wentworth on time.

Now for a few unblushing personalities on my '29 sport model Corona, successor to the '16 Model T sold to me by Jim Erost. At no time did I rate a place as class giant, or even as runner-up. Remember? Well, don't worry, big boys, I haven't exactly caught up to you yet, either in height or tonnage. Doc Bowler's records might show that I haven't gained an inch upward, forward, backward, or sideways. My head is well covered with a thatch conventionally parted in the middle. Who recalls what it was that Grover Cleveland Loud once said about the parting-hair-in-themiddle gentry?

There was a time when I, along with Wallace, Weis, Welch, Whitaker, Whiteside, Whitney and other alphabetical tail-enders, used to adorn back seats. But (I was taught not to begin a sentence with the aforesaid conjunction) the reverse English of the equal and contrary reaction dictum has taken place with such vehemence that I have bounced from rear seats to the business side of the prof's desk, and here I am, plying the trade of schoolmaster.

Possibly college days do not seem so remote to me as they may to the majority of '20, since I observe youth daily, youth callow and co-ed, on the campus and in the class room. There they are—the thinkers and the rubber stamps; the stimulating intellectuals, the abominably mediocre, and the superbly dumb; the essence of intellectuality and the quintessence of stupidity. Seriously, it is most fascinating, this trying to add a modicum to many and varying mentalities, and occasionally succeeding. No two minds alike; no two days alike. Therefore, I hope to re main a teacher until that time comes when I shall forget that I was once a student in a classroom, and cared as little for analyt. as some of my students do for modern languages. When that day comes, may an inexorable power show me the door.

TED WEIS

I am very much married, with the necessary obligations of adhering strictly to the nose-to-grindstone law of economics.

As to my business profession, I am still doing the buying for the Weis Manufacturing Company (office supply and stationery equipment products) [Advt.] and commuting daily between Toledo and Monroe, Mich., where the plant is located—the place where the river overflows in the winter and the lake in the summer (ask Stan Newcomer to confirm this with his own news reels).

Outside of coming close, some few months ago, to a personal introduction to St. Peter and hearing him say, "Enter and pick out your harp,"—or more likely—"Hey there! throw her in reverse, you're blocking traffic" not much has happened to me sociallyalthough at that time—headlines, pictures of the wrecked cars, and all that rot.

Big news item! It was not 3 o'clock in the morning, nor were any of the participants supposedly drunk. This I can guarantee for myself and prove it, but am still suspicious of the other guy, despite its being Sunday afternoon. (Witnesses.)

NATE WHITESIDE

This report should of course have been sent to you months ago. At that time (April, May, and June) I was commuting more or less between Cleveland and Chicago, as well as between Hinsdale and Chicago. After having resolved in 1923 that nothing could prevent my presence at the tenth reunion, it was a severe disappointment to have business intervene. I got a big kick out of reading your tenth report and also the report of the reunion. I have been identified with the same company for ten years this month and have yet to regret it. Other Dartmouth men with me in the ranks are Bud Buell ex'23 in San Francisco, Dud Pope '23 in Chicago, and Larry Larrabee '25 in New York. The enclosed

snapshot will give you a better idea of the two youngsters who get their good looks from their mother.

Secretary, 9 Wadsworth St., Cambridge, Mass.