CLASS OF 1926

The long winter months are gone leading us through those w.k. Ides of March into the springtime with its attendant crop of romances and weddings which will take their toll from the fast-thinning ranks of '26 bachelors. Young men, don't be reticent and bashful. Tell your Secretary the news.

Chappie Jones is a barrister of parts, practicing his profession on the natives of Kittanning, Pa., under his father's tutelege. Chap has already had several morbid cases which may explain the fact that reports say he is getting bald.

Freddie Wenck, that very pink and healthy young swimmer* is employed by the West Penn R. R. in a responsible position in Pittsburgh. In addition to walking three miles to work every morning Freddie swims a few hundred or thousand yards before supper each evening and is thus enabled to enjoy the social advantages of western Pennsylvania without injury to his complexion. A part of his annual program is to take his vacation in Hanover in the fall season when he dons the old leather jacket and renews his wide circle of friendships among Hanoverians. Fred says that the worst thing that has ever happened to him is that the College gave him a diploma, even after five years!

The engagement of Miss Barbara Everett of Concord, N. H., and Sid Hay ward has recently been announced.

Del Worthington has established the Worthington Investment Trust Co., located at 120 South LaSalle St., Chicago. Good luck to Del in starting out for himself.

Reports from several metropolitan centers indicate that the annual alumni dinners held throughout the country during the winter were well attended by classmates. Plans for weekly luncheons were discussed by the Pittsburghers. This gang includes: Nate Parker, lawyer; Paul Thomas, bonds; Bill Wolfe, student; George Snodgrass, business; Chappie Jones, lawyer; Fred Wenck, bus and railroad magnate; Hump Campbell, salesman. This crowd was large enough to give a cheer for itself.

Dr. Charles Munson is interning in Philadelphia and living, married, in Wilmington, Del.

Bud Banfield teaches at Swarthmore (Pa.) Prep.

Bill Uhlein, the sailor, is just about now leaving this country to go into the Orient with the Goodyear Rubber Company for an indefinite stay. Bill will be engaged in developing new territory for the culture of rubber bushes or trees or whatever appears to Bill and Mr. Goodyear to give the most promise of producing a lot of rubber.

The class has lost another member. It is with regret that '26 is informed of the death of Bill Coppock. Our sympathy is extended to his family and to his many good friends.

Clyde Hall continues to climb in the journalistic world. Hally has now joined Ed Duffy in Washington where, together, they bat out news for the A. P. Clyde and Mrs. Hall are living at 3217 Connecticut Ave., Washington.

First call for the Alumni Fund has been sounded. During the first three years out of college the record of the class has been by no means phenomenal. It has only been fair and although we have kept ahead of '21, '22, '23, '27 and '28, we have only kept about even with '25, which doesn't satisfy, and we have fallen short of the good showings made by '20 and '24. Now that unemployment in the class has decreased and a living wage is being enjoyed by most of us after four years of gruelling effort, how would it be to raise the ante all along the line a little and see what can be done about those last few hundred dollars which have each year kept '26 from the top. This year the force of class agents for our crowd, which has hitherto consisted solely of Sid, has been augmented by the addition of that budding young Chicago financier, Del Worthington. Jointly, these two young men extend an invitation to all who read these lines to contribute. As Big Jim would say: "This is not an invitation, it is a summons."

The following letter from the African jungle:

February 2, 1930

Dear Sid:

With my usual convenient forgettery, I have forgotten the dates during which the poor alumni are asked to contribute money, but I'm enclosing a check which I hope will not be too late in reaching you.

I am having a most interesting year in Central Africa in the illusive search for minerals, chiefly copper. With one other white man for a partner, we set out for an area of several hundred square miles, usually far from civilization, and poorly mapped, where we devote several months to mapping and prospecting. As each of us has a native cook boy a personal boy, and some fifteen carriers, the work is not too strenuous. We see much of the negro "at home," practically out of contact with civilization, and have to talk to him in one of the native dialects, as it is the rare native who knows any English. In addition, we see much of Africa's famous big game, shooting what is necessary (or what we are able to) as meat for ourselves .and the "boys." Twice I have seen elephant, and it is not uncommon to have leopards prowling around the camp, lions grunting a few hundred feet from our tents, or hyenas raiding our kitchen. All in all, it is an interesting life.

You might pass this on to Chuck, to whom I apologize for not writing personally.

Sincerely, Lou CONANT

(Care Loangena Concessions, Ltd., Broken Hill, North Rhodesia.)

Secretary, 7991 Hart wick St., Detroit, Mich.