CLASS OF 1923
Before he left the United States on a mission for the Department of Commerce which is explained by a reprint of a Denver news clipping which follows, Johnny (Globetrotter) Allen kicked through with a lot of news. Both the news and the spirit of cooperation with the '23 news bureau are good stuff.
DENVER MAN IS TAKING TRIP TO AFRICA AND ASIA
Will Visit Offices Maintained by U. S.in Foreign Countries.
A trip which will take him through Europe, Asia, Africa, and Australia and which will extend over two years was started by Carlin Allen, 1740 Williams St., when he left Denver recently.
Allen, who was born in Denver in 1901, is a former student of Colorado University. He is the son of the late Jesse E. Allen, president of the Allen Manufacturing Company and pioneer Denver business man.
Young Allen was prominent both in athletics and student activities during his years at East High School, from which he was graduated in 1918. The following year he was president of the freshman class at Boulder and earned a letter on the football team.
Allen transferred to Dartmouth college in the fall of 1919 and was a prominent figure in campus activities there until his graduation in 1923. He was a member of Psi Upsilon fraternity and the Casque and Gauntlet senior society.
Business connections have kept Allen in Florida, Virginia, and New York most of the time since 1923. In 1927 he earned a pilot's license from the United States Department of Commerce at Curtiss Field, Mineola, L. I.
His travels will take him over several continents, and he expects to visit thirty-eight of the fifty-four offices maintained by the Department of Commerce in other lands.
P. O. Box 5111, Sta. B, New Orleans, La. April 16, 1930
Dear Metz:
Have been intending to get this off to you for some time, and guess I had better get at it before the news dries up and blows away.
A dispatch of some months ago states that George Plant was presented with a son, named George Lauderdale, Jr. Don't know whether you have this one or not, but George tells me he looks like a promising tackle for the Big Green in years to come, and so I am passing it along to you.
Cocky Lewis broke a two-year silence last summer with a letter from his hermitage at Lyndon Center, Vermont, and advises that his football teams from Lyndon Institute are second only to those at Blair Academy. To those of us who knew Cocky in college, Blair is simply the place where all the great athletes in the country originate, and if they didn't come from Blair they just weren't great athletes. Or perhaps it was Petty Institute. (I hope Cocky sees this, because I am leaving the country soon, and therefore feel perfectly safe.)
Out where the West begins, otherwise known as Denver, the gang is holding its own in good shape. It will not be considered news when I say that Joe Houston is making good in a big way. It would be news if he weren't. Joe has recently sold his bungalow and has built a beautiful home, English style, in Denver's most exclusive residential section. The important part about this is, however, that he went right ahead building during the crash in the stock market last fall and moved in, not with the old furniture but with brand new, on scheduled time. Joe works for Otis and Company, stock brokers, and when he can carry on with his plans regardless of market conditions, well—use your own judgment.
Nevin Carson, his wife, two children, two dogs, a flock of ducks, and a lot of chickens are very happy at their country estate known as Sunnydale farm. Nevin is one of the big shots in the Carson Crockery Company in Denver, but says that life in the country is the only thing, and so he raises chickens as a side line.
Ralph Staley and I had lunch together a couple of times before I left Denver. He works for his father in the loan and mortgage business, and does a little writing on the side.
Johnny Zack Jordan keeps everybody in Denver insured against anything from falling arches to falling bricks. He referees most of the football games in Denver, the same with basketball, and wins most of the billiard tournaments at the University Club. This paragraph should be under the class of '20, but poetic license permits its appearance here.
Frank Almy contracted a little lung disorder when he was in the tropics, and has been living in Denver for the past several months. He is working for one of the produce houses, and to look at him you would never know anything had ever been wrong. Frank says he feels fine now and likes Denver a lot, and is going to stay out here until he finds a better place to live. Of course that just can't be done, but it may take a little while to find that out. Some of us come by that knowledge as a birthright.
About a month ago I saw Bob Meredith in Los Angeles. Bob is just as round as ever, perhaps a little more so considering the additional pounds he has acquired. He is with the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company in the sales personnel division, and is working hard, believe it or not. I know, because I stayed all night with him and he pulled me out at quarter of seven a.m., and wouldn't even listen to an argument.
In Dallas, Texas, Rog Harris, Tex Scaling, and I had a miniature pow-wow. Both are doing nicely. Harris said my checks were no good because they weren't written on the kind of paper he sells. That's not the half of it, but of course he didn't find that out until later. Tex wants to sell his Cadillac so he can buy U. S. Steel. (Adv.)
Bob Elsasser is here in New Orleans, where I have been for about a month. Haven't had a chance to see him though, because he is a full-fledged professor in the business school at Tulane, and a hard man to reach.
Harry Staley '24 is a medical student at Tulane, and has been showing me the city during his spare moments.
Forgot to mention that we saw some bird from Chicago throw Sonnenberg out of the ring in Dallas. It was a piece of darned poor judgment on his part, however, because the old flying tackle was more effective with that additional room in which to get started. Gus is a good clean wrestler, if that match is an example of his usual form, and he does credit to the Indian which decorates the back of his bath-robe.
Signing off now. The enclosed newspaper clipping tells something of my plans for the next year or so.
Yours in '23
JOHNNY ALLEN,
P. S. Don Moore has a job on his hands as class agent that is no joke. Let's all answer the FIRST call for subscriptions to the Alumni Fund with a contribution.
The annual meeting of class and association secretaries in Hanover, as fully reported elsewhere, was very inspirational, and may result in bigger and better things so far as your Secretary is concerned.
Of course, the important thing at this time of year, and accordingly a feature of the secretaries' meeting, was the Alumni Fund. In the last issue of this MAGAZINE I produced the record of our class in comparison with '22 and '24, and it is not good. The Alumni Fund needs no promoting, but these two points may well be made: first, that the College annually draws upon the Fund for a large share of its normal operating expenses; second, that the big idea so far as the theory of contributions to the Fund is concerned is that contributions approach as near 100% of the members of each class as possible. It is the goal of those in charge to receive something from everyone, and the amount is by far a secondary matter. With this in mind, if you have not yet sent in your contribution because you hesitate to part with a substantial piece of change, get over that idea. If half the class only sent in $1 per man and 100% of the class membership were enlisted in support of the Fund, the result would be ideal, even though the amount contributed fell short of the quota. Last year only 56% of the men shared. A dollar each from those who contributed nothing would have easily topped our quota as well as given us 100% representation.
A pleasant summer, gentlemen!
ALL THE NEWS THAT'S UNFIT TO PRINT
Secretary, Sycamore Place, Highland Park, Ill.
