Class Notes

CLASS OF 1917

APRIL 1930 John W. White
Class Notes
CLASS OF 1917
APRIL 1930 John W. White

Wendell Reycroft, that blond guy that was always grinning, has recently terminated a long and successful association with the Bassick Company of Bridgeport, Conn., in order to take a position with Messrs. McEldowney and Company, also of Bridgeport. McEl- downey and Company is one of Connecticut's old established investment companies; and Rey says that his job is to interview elderly widows and maiden ladies and tell them to buy good safe percenters.

It has been reported that Morris Healey, orator of the Third Reunion, did enter the ranks of the married men some year or two ago without broadcasting the fact to his classmates. Anyway, someone saw Morris at the last Chicago Pow Wow with a young lady whom he was introducing as Mrs. Healey.

Special Signed Articles

Albion, Mich.—All right, here's my line! Had lunch with Jim Rubel in Chicago this week, only '17 man I've seen in some time. He looks prosperous. You may think I'm kidding, but I did sell my last stock on the market on September 28. Working at same job here in Albion, Mich. (Union Steel Products Company). Enjoy reading news of all the fellows.—REG SMITH.

Wellesley, Mass.—I regret that I have no dirt to offer in regard to '17ers, and also regret that I did not sell any stocks in September. I do not think I have announced to the class before the arrival of a daughter on June 10, 1929. Her name is Prances Helen, and she has "the good fortune to resemble her mother in good looks and sweet disposition. (If the Mrs. doesn't see this last, Ike, write me and I'll send her a marked copy.)-—IKE SPBAGUE.

Boston, Mass.—Since you and Butch got me into trouble in Cambridge (I don't know what you mean), I've had a nice, quiet, respectable time. Have been really working since the football season, and see very few '17ers in Boston except my neighbor, Bob Paine; and he sold me an automobile.-—JACK SALADINE.

Boston, Mass.—Yes, I'm still working for Hayden, Stone, and Company. Firms of this type are supposed to know all about the stock market; but the pants to my one suit are so shiny that if I fall down backwards I'll get seven years' hard luck. (Not original.) We have a fine year-and-a-half-old boy, who shows up the old man every which way.

—ROG STONE.

Maplewood, N. J.—My contacts out here (Maplewood, N. J.) being mostly local, and not getting into the big city often, I'm just about as much detached as though I lived in Asheville or Keokuk. Frank Lagay and Joe Myer live here in Maplewood, and are just as clubby as of yore. Now as to myself, I picked a lovely time to go into the real estate business, the spring of 1926. Just in time to ride the curve of real estate activity down into the valley. Looks like an upturn now, and in the meanwhile we've been getting a living. I don't golf or tennis, but have taken up handball, and gotten down to my prewar weight. Vote the Democratic ticket unless the candidates are too awful, in which case I vote Socialist. Am a conscientious objector to the 18th amendment—in a nice way, of course.

—GIL SWETT.

In addition we would like to add that Gil has been modest in reporting on himself. He has recently been elected president of the real estate board of the Oranges, and like many of the rest of the boys who flew during the war he is getting the itch again, and he is a lieutenant in the New Jersey National Guard Flying Corps.

New York, N. Y.—I'm still working for Prank Stout and Son here in New York, having neglected to sell my stocks before the crash. Please change my mail address to 24 East 38th St., New York.—ART STOUT.

Long Beach, Cal.—Feb. 24, 1930—and the thermometer in my office reads 77°F. From my office window the view takes in the Pacific ocean from San Pedro to Huntington Beach; and in the distance I can see Mr. Wrigley's Catalina Island. On the beach and in the surf there are numerous bathers. How does that compare with the present scene in Massachusetts? The only drawback to this place is that all my friends are new ones. I haven't seen a '17er since leaving New England in 1921.—BART SHACKFORD.

Secretary, 90 Colony Road, Longmeadow, Mass

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