CLASS OF 1916
In answer to the pleadings of your Secretary made a couple of months ago in these sheets three members of the clan have sent in volumes.
Let us start from left to right with the contributions of Shorty Hitchcock from Pasadena. Snapshots of the Hitchcocks and the Dan Coakleys came with the following:
"As my job is traveling over Southern California, I rarely get into the alumni lunches in Los Angeles. However, at the luncheon-wire from the Yale game last fall, Sam Thieme was checked in. And at a recent lunch where Jack Cannell was the honor guest, I saw Linus Murphy, who was with us freshman year. He is a disabled vet, having been cracked up while with some French flying corps. Dan Coakley I see several times a week, as we work for the same outfit. Dan sponsored my entry into casualty insurance some years ago when we were both with the Aetna. He is doing a grand job as the head of our surety bond department. Incidentally, the old Irishman is one of those exasperating golfers who click regularly in the eighties.
"Spence Sully is in the oil game at Long Beach. Married, two kids. Franklin Piper, who was with us in the fall of 1912, lives either here or in Santa Barbara. Bruce Bundy appears in the papers occasionally as a topnotch golfer—but never appears at any functions.
"There is a live bunch of alumni here—we have about one hundred and fifty in and around Los Angeles. Had a swell time last summer at the first annual Pacific Coast Pow Wow up at Yosemite. At the spring week-end down at Del-Mar, another noble party occurred. Sam Thieme poured as host, and the Balmacaan traditions were nobly upheld.
"We all look forward to a big time at the Stanford game this fall. Hope you all wijl be able to make the trip."
Shorty ends his letter with: "Please give my regards to any and all Sixteeners you see. The latch-string is always out for them here."
Cliff Bean writes that the Boston gang holds a luncheon at the City Club the first and third Wednesdays in every month, and reports the following collection at the recent annual Dartmouth dinner in that town: Banton, Evans, Duffy Lewis, Shedd, Walker, Soule, Tapley, Hayden, Cutler, English, Ken Tucker, Burlen, Mott, Baker, Carleton, Gran Fuller, and himself. He says that Bill Mott is back in Boston again.
Our third report came from Jack Little, and was headed "Middlesex and Essex County 1916 Notes":
"Lowell, Mass., Jan., 1930 (by delayed cable). Art Fiske, the popular and w.k. paymaster or something of a local mill, and wife, were burned out recently. The fire started from a hot smokepipe and rapidly spread to the Mrs.' lace curtains, newly purchased furniture, and melted spout off'n spouse's ancestors' teapot. The Fiskes were at a celebration in Lowell when the fire happened, and were able to collect insurance in the full amount of policies prudently placed on property by Mr. Fiske. Pending restoration and replacement, Mr. and Mrs. Fiske, who were left with proverbial clothes to backs, are renting a furnished apartment in Lowell. Mr. Fiske stated that he wished he had left the car at home that'night.
"Chelmsford, Mass., Feb., 1930—John Carroll Monahan, jovial member of the prominent local contraction firm and commandant of the local American Legion post, visited Boston last month on a business trip. He says that sentiment is pretty good in Boston, except among contractors, who never get any profitable business anyway, and engineers, who deserve to starve to death for being fools enough to become engineers. Mr. Monahan intends his son, John Jeremiah, to become a manual laborer, object—financial rewards; and we must add that the boy will soon be able to lick the old man at the rate he is going. See you at town meeting, John.
"Andover, Mass., Feb., 1930—John D. Little, local beekeeper and bond salesman, says the bees were out last Sunday, it being a pretty warm day for Sunday. He looks for an early spring and a good flow of clover honey. Last year he lost two swarms and one colony died on him, but he says that was nothing to what some people he could mention lost in the market. Mr. Little says it's hard sledding with three kids and two of 'em girls, but give him bonds every time.
"Lowell, Feb., 1930—Don Cobban, who runs the wallpaper store, is up and about after his long illness, and expects to have his hew line of papers on the racks soon. Mr. Cobban wishes more people would freshen up their homes by doing their own papering, and says that J. Little of Andover was a customer recently for some of his cheaper grades and some paste."
Shorty, Cliff, and Jack have done noble. Some of you other birds please snap out of it with a few bits of gossip. Last summer there were several expectant fathers who haven't been heard from yet. Give me the news, so that I'll not have to make up too much of it.
Secretary, „ 65 Mathewson Road, Barrington, R. I
