This fine summer weather there seems to be very little of interest to report. Either no one is doing anything exciting, or they're doing so many things that they haven't time to tell us.
Jimmie Wilson sent in the last Nineteen News all covered with marginal notes. Many of his comments are unintelligible, others unpublishable, and what's left not very worth while. He states that Red McCleery has recently acquired new honors. He is the official dispenser of the pre-Volstead German beer at the State Line Club. This, we take it, is some inner clan of the Sharon Steel Hoop Company, and we also hazard a couple of guesses that Wilson is the chief bane of the dispenser's existence.
We have received a letter from Richard Colby Halloran, who announces that he was born in Washington, D. C., March 2, 1930, weighing in at 7Mpounds. He seems to think this good and sufficient reason that his father be elected to the Proud Poppers Club. We announce with delight the election of said Paul to that select organization.
Insurance men are certainly thicker than water. In fact they're awful thick but that is another story. Bri Greeley sent me, under separate cover, a copy of the Weekly Underwriter, pointing out that on page 1574 was an interesting article about Rog Clark. We got the darn thing and read about how Rog had got to be something pretty important in the Northwestern Mutual Life Insurance Company. Right now, however, we can't find said publication (things like that will get used to protect the bridge table from glasses of cold things and then thrown away with the old Lifes), and we can't recall just what Rog has got to be. It's important anyway.
Mike Godman, who now hangs out in Columbus, Ohio, just qualified in the state amateur. We understand Mike occasionally rises to great heights with baffie and niblick, and might win this event almost any time.
Jack Ross has a new job. He has left Ernst and Ernst, and is now treasurer of the company that makes those alarm clocks that go on the front of banks, thus bringing music into the life of the burglar.
Secretary, Brush Hill Road, Framingham, Mass.