CLASS OF 1915
True to prediction, Jiggs Donahue arrived in Boston early in January. Jiggs utilized his most convincing sales talk in an attempt to postpone the sales conference of the Gillette Safety Razor organization until June, when he could take in our Fifteenth at the same time, but without success. The newspapers stated that the factory was surrounded by guards to keep out all aliens, and I guess they must have cut the telephone wires, for to date it has been impossible to communicate with the assistant managing director of their Paris office. It is reported, however, that he anticipates a ready market for the new implement in France.
If anyone has money enough left after the recent market catastrophe to complete the initial payment on a new or used Cadillac which is guaranteed to deliver you and family in Hanover on June 13, Butch Fonda would undoubtedly supply the car. Butch is connected with the Cadillac agency in New Rochelle, N. Y.
Here is some news—a late news flash, so to speak. Polly Robinson of Springfield and Art Williams were married in Auburndale December 11. This is very good news, and the welcome and felicitations of the class are hereby conveyed, with the expectation that a more personal touch can be given to these happy wishes next June. Shrimp apparently had to move fast, for after a brief honeymoon to New York (but omitting Niagara Falls) they had to pack up and go on to Buffalo, which will be their home indefinitely, as Shrimp has been appointed sales manager for western New York state, representing Dennison Manufacturing Company. However, they will live at 52 Lincoln Blvd., Kenmore, N. Y.
Speaking of weddings reminds me that it was nothing less than a wedding which caused Russ Livermore to visit Arlington, Mass., famed for its historical legends, and as the home of your correspondent among other things. But unfortunately such news did not become public knowledge until the account of the nuptials and names of the participants and attendants appeared on front pages that evening. No—Russ was an usher, notthegroom. Letusknowthe next time,Russ, and we will call out the band and the scout troops.
Jack Mason seems to have been getting tangled up in the courts lately,—all because of his automobile. In the first place, Jack was driving peacefully along the road one day when another machine, which had one of those inebriated drivers with it, crashed him from the rear. Jack said if he hadn't been going so slow the other car wouldn't have hit him, so he started to speed up his driving, until the day he had to appear before the registrar of motor vehicles to show good reason why his license should not be suspended for speeding. To cap the climax, someone borrowed his machine New Year's afternoon from in front of his house, but unfortunately the car was recovered. All of this happened Christmas week, and as chairman of the costume committee Jack vetoes any suggestion of stripes as a costume for the Fifteenth.
Turk Turner was in town around Christmas, and reports good business with the sandpaper industry, although the demand for collars has fallen off. Helen and Turk are the first to say—yes, we'll be there in June.
Recently while waiting in the lobby of the Hotel Kimball (Springfield) for Ray King to arrive, who should stride across my vision but Wy Fuller with his after-dinner smoke. Wy is traveling for the Diebold Safe Company, but didn't happen to have any samples with him. However as soon as Ray came we repaired to room 253 and had a good oldfashioned Spanish seance. My, what a job we did—rehashing musical trips. Hanoverian episodes, and classmates—just a sample of what will happen next June in Hanover. As you might expect, it was midnight before Ray remembered that he had to go homebut it was worth it.
Secretary, 9 Woodland St., Arlington, Mass,
