CLASS OF 1914
Doc Carleton has moved from Woodhaven, N. Y., to Laurelton, also New York, and can be found at 224 139 th Ave. He is still magazine editor.
Luther Pattee is now managing the Hotel Plymouth at 143 West 49th St., New York.
Rubber Floyd is now located at the Goodyear Clearwater Mills in Cartersville, Ga., where he is assistant superintendent of the plant. Evidently the native sons were not successful in selling him California's wonderful climate.
Bill Taft has been receiving a lot of free publicity from the Boston Globe, the NationalTelegraph, and the Milford Cabinet. We learn that Judge Taft, president of the Greenville Electric Light Company and one of the leading citizens of that town, has been threatened by. a blackmailer, who sent a letter demanding that $4,000 be left in a certain spot on the road to Fitchburg. Sheriff Richard M. O'Dowd has been in charge of investigation, and in addition two private detectives have also been engaged by Judge Taft. According to information, Judge Taft received the letter a week ago demanding that $4,000 be left in Ashby, on the Fitchburg road, or they would cause damage to "him, his wife, and the rest." It was intimated in the letter that damage would also be caused the new dam and power plant of the Greenville Electric Light Company on the Souhegan river, and several extra men have been on duty at the plant for the past week. Instructions in the letter were carried out and a sum of money deposited at the place mentioned but no one showed up to claim the money.
"The letter was mailed in Fitchburg, according to officers at work investigating the threat, and it has even been determined from just what section of the city the letter was mailed. No arrests have been made, but officers are busy at present on several clues which may lead to an arrest in a few days."
"The blackmail threat has caused considerable excitement in Greenville, as Judge Taft is one of the leading citizens and head of the Electric Light Company."
Ed Leech, the eagle-eyed sleuth who dug out the above choice morsel, offers the following comment: "I'll bet you two bits Bill don't pay the $4,000."
George Boggs on a recent visit to New York reports to our class agent, Mart Remsen, that lie has recently been elected president of the Nova Scotia Fruit Growers Association. Bob Hopkins,, who is the innocent victim of the recent Kolster Radio debacle, is now associated with the New Yorker in its advertising department. A telephone message from Bob a short time ago brought forth the following information, that he was stopping in Boston at the Ritz, (apparently this is one of the perquisites that go with the job), that he had a hard time dodging brickbats in the recent Union Square riots in New York. George Briggs paid a visit to Bill Slater a short time ago, and Bob reports that George is looking great. We assume that he was on his way to Horse Neck Beach for the summer. Bill Slater has had a tough winter. Every member of the family has been sick with most all diseases known to man, and they handled this in serial fashion, so that some member of the family has been "hors de combat" at all times since last October. The last episode was a broken arm.
At the recent Dartmouth Club night in New York, which was held at the Hotel Commodore, the following Fourteeners were in attendance: Larmons, the John Palmers, the Remsens.
The recent Dartmouth dinner in New York brought out Al Richmond, Ted Lavin, Chuck Kingsley, Sig Larmon, Walt Humphrey, Page Junkins, Mart Remsen, Fred Davidson, and Ernie Learoyd.
A recent letter from Kid Claeys enclosed a snapshot of himself and the family dog starting out on a market survey for the Texas Oil Company. We are quoting Kid verbatim in the above. From the appearance of the photograph, in our opinion it indicated the prospect of a one man and one dog picnic rather than a market survey. It is reported that all Paris is anxiously awaiting the coming arrival of one Henry Hoelsch, who is expected during the summer.
We are all aware of the important part played by Ted Marriner in the writing of the recent disarmament treaty. After endeavoring to wade through this document your Secretary is inclined to sympathize with the Senate in their apparent lack of understanding.
Charlie Crandall, who is living at 807 Embree Crescent, Westfield, N. J., is now connected with J. R. Macintosh and Company, investment counsel.
The following from Al Richmond was most enjoyable. "Just back from a three weeks' trip which included a week at Sacramento for the spring meeting of the Am. Soc. C. E. (I now have much sympathy for the native sons!)
"On the way back, at Colorado Springs I went out to find Colorado College, and asked a storekeeper for directions.
"You thinking of attending that school?" sez he.
"Well, I got through at one school sixteen years ago," sez I. He gave me a searching look, then announced, "Huh, I didn't go to college, either!"
I do not want the members of the class to get the impression that Bill Taft is entitled to all of the publicity in these columns, but I cannot refrain from printing the following clipped by a bright-eyed snooper from the Milford Cabinet of May 1.
"Some men seem to fit into any sort of a place. The other night I happened to pass a dry goods store in a neighboring town. I saw a crowd before a large plate glass window. Inside was a high-powered salesman, and he sure was going. He was demonstrating some sort of a thing to keep your cold bottle cold (if you are fortunate enough to have the bottle). Well, it was 110 degrees outside and just 32 degrees on the inside, and when I got a squint under the black derby I saw it was my old friend, Judge Taft of Greenville. Other roles I have seen the judge play are: Sitting on the bench in Greenville police court, taking an early morning ride on that favorite horse, gunning for woodcock or grouse with the favorite setter, whipping the stream with the rod, and then again directing the work at the big new power house. I have met him under all conditions, but never have I seen him under glass before. And the best part of the story is that he made a sale that night. But, boy, you don't want to see him in action in his court room if you are the guilty one."
Secretary, 159 Devonshire St., Boston
