CLASS OF 1924
Someone in close touch with Al Stopford or Dave Solly could undoubtedly predict the success of the '24 class dinner this week (March 14) at Keen's Chop House. If up to form and equal to the occasion, it is quite possible that more than these two have entered the training period for the coming feast. We are darn well curious to know about the "excellent professional entertainment arranged without expense." From the barrage of adjectives used in the announcement the party sounds complete and at a very reasonable cost. The price wouldn't cut a mill off any income tax.
The annual Dartmouth dinner of the Boston Alumni Association at the University Club, Saturday, March 1, brought out about a dozen of the boys from the Hub: Ted Learnard, Stan Lyon, Dave Perry, Bert Perry, Red Winslow, Bob Benjamin, Putty Blodgett, Luit Luitwieler, Arnie Jenkins, Bob Hayes, Ken Harvey, and Wally Lord. No small amount of success for this dinner rests with the ample supply of snowballs provided on each table. President Hopkins' address was unusually fine and sincerely appreciated. Five of the gang carried the banquet, details of which are left to another section of this issue, to the nearest bowling alley where the combined skill of Dave, Bert, and Ted failed to withstand the shots of Bob, Arnie, and a dummy third given a score of 70.
Ted and Mrs. Ted, by the way, are admiring and watching their two-weeks-old daughter. The father is gazing intently for signs of red hair.
Chicago pulled off its annual affair February 14, and drew from the class of '24 the following: Ax Coffin, George Traver, Solly Thurston, Charlie French, Otis Jackson, Ed Yonkers, George Emrich, Jev Haugan, Johnny Townes, Hank Steele, Bob Branson, Fred Diehl, Ralph Roberts, and Hank Stevens, so says Jerry Wood. Charlie received the job of secretary of the Alumni Association and Ax continued on the executive committee.
Not long ago your correspondent accused Red Newell of being in Harbin, Manchuria. He came back with a reply somewhat delayed by the Chinese upheaval, from Kobe. "By the way, you got this Manchurian business all wrong, as I have been in Japan since December, 1927, and have temporarily renounced (though not forgotten!) my Harbin connections. Bill was correct about the furlough, and I shall soon be getting H. and B. over the prospect of spending sundry months with the gang (most of whom, I fear, are now married and scarcely to be considered any more as active gangsters). Barring earthquakes, tidal waves, or complete cessation of cookie-churning service across the Pacific, I shall sneer farewell to jolly old Japan on April 27. Visions of a nine months' leave spiced with luxuriant apartments and at least a Buick have received a rude blurring (not that I profess to be at all original in my miscry), but the hair is still red and nerves unshattered. Will tell you all about everything shortly. Give my best to the crowd."
Secretary, 7 Harvard St., Worcester, Mass.
