CLASS OF 1928
Well, gents, I'm one up on you. Just back from Hanover—secretaries meeting, etc. And the grass was green, the birds singing, the air warm and lazy, the College heading for Mink Brook, the golf course populated, the classrooms deserted—in fact, everything was fine. Rocky Keith, Buck Serrell, Bob Byrne, and Harry Bennert, though, were still hibernating and saw none of this, for the Medic School is a jealous mistress, whatever that is, and a fellow has to step around. But they say that Rocky does a lot of his studying at the Nurses' Home. Dan Hatch and Bill Kimball put me up for a night, and told me a sad story about the negative manner in which cash was pouring into the Alumni Fund coffers from your class. It was very sad indeed and brought tears to my eyes—and Dan's and Bill's—but we rather figured that with two more months in which to get caught up there was still a little hope. At any rate, that gives you a month to think it all over (being reminded along the way by all sorts of wise cracks from Mr. Hatch); then on the first of June or thereabouts you will receive this, and, realizing that the class is in a bad way, what else can you do but dig deep? So, analyzing the situation, it looks as though everything will turn out all right after all. Am I right?
A letter from the Secretary's office brings the news of Bernie Levine's death, but the details are lacking and must be supplied later. However, regardless of details, the fact of Bernie's death will be of much sorrow to the class, for Bernie was a great fellow and his loss will be felt.
Forgot to say under the Hanover notes above that Joe Tidd is having a fine time flunking freshmen in Botany 1. Knowing Joe, you will probably not believe that, but it's so. And Phil Sherman is coining so much cash in the pen-pushing business that he has bought a Ford far less aged than the green and white job that saw Alaska. Blond John Phillips was spending a week or so in Hanover, a sort of pre-season vacation—and admitted that things were going well in New York. Fred Burleigh seemed to be enjoying himself and looks darn well—in fact they all look well in Hanover, and who wouldn't?
Dan has heard from Tax Connell, who expects to get his Ph.D. a year hence. Tax has been studying and teaching protozoology and parisitology under Prof. Kofoid at the University of California, also making analyses of drinking water for the city of San Francisco. The Secretary can vouch for Tax's success in this line, since he has seen him in action.
Dick Lee is now working at William Taylor Son and Company, a Cleveland department store, and Dick is employing the Harvard Business School dope to good advantage as assistant ready-to-wear merchandise manager.
Got a big letter from Gasolene Grimes the other day. Philo says that as soon as things get going nicely and he sees a month's salary in sight, some machine breaks and takes two months' salary with it.
That singular duet Bavier and Thurston are industrial engineers with the United States Rubber Company, Rappie at Naugatuck, Conn., and Feet at Woonsocket, which reminds me that I must get over and compare notes with Feet, for your Secretary clicks a mean stop-watch himself on occasion. Rappie says that Capt. Van Riper is selling stuff now and then for the American Brass Company at Philly, while his industrial opponent, "Hornpout" Westhaver, is still running a donkey engine for the American Steel and Wire Company at Worcester. Also that Cud Gardner is doing some smart ad-writing for the R. H. White Company at Boston.
Fred Andrews is a teacher at the John Simpson High School at Mansfield, Ohio.
A clipping from the local paper of Lynn, Mass., forwarded through the kind offices of Mr. J. Phelan, announces that Parker Chick has become engaged to Miss Katherine Pearson, the wedding to be in September. Parker is with Harris, Forbes and Company, Inc., at Boston.
Craw Pollock is assistant buyer of rugs at Lord and Taylor's, and Bill Heep is analyst (merchandising) with the same company. Bill has been playing basketball with the New York Athletic Club. And that's that.
Secretary, The Waypoyset Mfg. Co., Pawtucket, R. I.
