CLASS OF 1929
Well, well, this is more like it. You fellows all have great possibilities which you should not fail to develop. And if you only knew how each letter warms our heart ever anxious in your behalf, you would be more kindly to us, even as Charlie Gaynor, Bill Magenau, Tex Shugart, Wen Barney, Bill Page, Bob Monahan, and Bill Keyes have been during the past month, to all of whom go our unbounded thanks.
The first bit of news concerns a little bit of a fellow who came along the other day to sing strange songs in the Cavanagh household, making Ellie a proud and overjoyed father, and each one of us an adopted uncle. We don't know what name he goes by or what his poundage is, but because he is the first arrival to be recorded we claim part of him, at least one big toe, for the class. Congratulations to Mrs. Ellie, too. We think that this is very fine news.
From the far stretches of the Lone Star State comes quiet, reassuring news of the activities of James Walter Shugart, Jr., while out of the mad whirl of Vienna's winter gaiety come startling, disturbing reports concerning the fortunes of Charles Beauclerc Gaynor.
It seems that Charlie's youthful curiosity got the better of his still-to-be-developed discretion with almost disastrous results one fine Sunday morning not so long ago. Our talented young friend was enjoying a morning stroll through the streets of the city, when, as he writes, "I saw a huge crowd gathered in one of the principal squares. Not having seen a good fire since the Delt house burned in Hanover, I decided to investigate, and pushed my way into the group. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I was in the midst of a demonstration occasioned by a small uprising of the Conservative group against the Reds who govern the city. The air was full of bad feeling and bad garlic (bad crack, too). I was hit on the arm by a policeman's club, and as things were getting very unpleasant and I didn't know which side to fight for, I thought I'd better go home and write some letters, which I did rather hurriedly." Since then and before, Charlie hasbeen enjoying his work and the life over there. He claims he is working hard and learning a lot, and wants to be remembered to all of you. From indirect sources we learn that Charlie is required to write two songs each week, and that two of his compositions have met with such approval that his professor is having them published.
Tex writes enthusiastically about his work. Since last July he has been with the Waples Platter Company of Fort Worth, wholesale grocers, in the capacity of a clerk, with fine prospects for the future. During his spare time he plays in the company orchestra, which broadcasts every Wednesday evening at nine-thirty, central standard time, from station WBAP, Fort Worth. The product the announcer talks about is White Swan Coffee, and the reason for the good reception of the music is in part your radio set, but mostly the excellent tone of Tex's violin.
Bill Magenau is another good guy. He is out in Akron, Ohio, living at 1015 Emma Ave., and working for the Firestone Tire and Rubber Company. He spent the summer and early fall in their training school, and then started in building tires himself. Now, he is doing time study work, whatever that may be. Bill lived with Johnny Quebman until that young buck left the plant, made his way eastward, and settled down in Boston to do sales work for the Boston branch.
Bill continues to report that Bob Cate is working for the Tel. & Tel. in New York city, and that the reason Joe Piazza is in Paris is not to keep an eye on Dud Orr, but to teach English and have a good time on the side.
The latest bulletin from New York reveals a certain domestic activity on the part of the Conlon, Brittan, Keyes trio. They are now living in a magnificent apartment consisting of a comfortable Jiving room, two bedrooms, large kitchen, and old-fashioned bathtub. Their address is 112 Willow St., Brooklyn, which, we are led to believe, is a rather select neighborhood.
Bill reports the spontaneous creation of a luncheon club composed of Cliff Purse, Johnny Conlon, Freddie Breithut, Dan Marx, Tom Maynard, and himself. They gather about 12:30 at a rather secluded place in the shadow of the 9th Avenue El. Some more of your N. Y. C. bucks ought to track that lair down and join the conclave. It may be that the name of that place is the Brazilian Coffee House.
Sunday evening of the week-end of the B. A. A. games we had a delightful visit with Tom Maynard. Tom looked very well, clean, and neat (it seems that the International Telephone keeps their spare poles in good condition), and his disappointment at not jumping better than 5 ft. 11 in. was more than forgotten in his boyish enthusiasm aroused by the sight and feel of good white snow. Tom's greatest criticism of New York city is its lack of snow. We were told innumerable stories of what life in the great city amounts to, and from it all we gathered that all boys are working hard and spending very little money on the superficialities of existence.
On January 24, the New Haven Dartmouth Club had its annual meeting which was attended by Bob Monahan, who sends the news along, Sherm Little, Beau Ehler, and Cy Worth. Sherm and Beau are at Yale Medical, and Cy is with the United States Rubber Company. Phil Hoffman and Al Kotchen are at Yale Law.
The Dartmouth Alumni Association of Boston held forth at the Hotel Statler, Saturday evening, March 1. Over seven hundred men attended, among whom were the following thirty-three '29ers: Rog Turnbull, Don Simpson, Herb Levy, Marv Braverman, Herb Ball, Jim Hodson, Nick Nichols, Ken Wilson, Ollie Holmes, Harry Merson, Tom Capalbo, Mort Jaquith, Beedie Brisbin, Herb Fish, Larry Lougee, Ted Shackford, Mack MacDonnell, Red Kimball, Gus Herbert, Squeek Redding, Ed Cogswell, Bob Collins, Frankie Weeks, Maurie Mandelbaum, Bart Stoodley, Dean Swan, Bob Carr, Dick Johnson, Sonny Hetfield, Bob Lyle, Henry Skelly, and Tom Hayes.
Harry Merson was introduced as the youngest alumnus. Dick Johnson led cheers and singing. All in all '29 behaved very well.
Tom Hayes is a salesman with Hamblett and Hayes Company, Boston, manufacturers of leather tannery supplies. While traveling New England territory Tom has managed to make four week-end stops in Hanover.
Ed Cogswell told us that Dick Parshall was married to Kay Loughborough, December, 1928, at the Norwich Inn, and that they are living in Utica, N. Y. Henry Skelly is at the Back Bay branch of the Boston post office, and is living at home in Medford.
The honor of being the lead-off man among the class contributors to the Alumni Fund, and of setting us all an admirable example, which in every way deserves to be followed, goes to Bob Monahan. Bob mailed his check from New Haven right after receiving the first Coles-Dickey-Swope communication. That was a good start to give the class, Bob, and we hope that all of you fellows will be led to share toward enabling the class to make as good a finish, by remembering that the success of the appeal is measured by the number of contributors and the spirit of giving that it arouses, rather than by the amount of money returned.
The Boston class luncheon? continue to be held at the Ambassador Restaurant on Winter St. on the first and third Thursdays of each month. That means that you fellows working in Boston will have a chance to eat luncheon with some of the rest of us at a good fair price on April 3 and 17 and May 1 and 15. Put these dates down.
Secretary, 114 Pleasant St., Arlington, Mass.
