CLASS of 1919
Way back in June, 1929, when we were tenth reuning in Hanover and the woods were full of Nineteeners, it seemed as if it would be the simplest thing in the world to dash off a few pages of notes every couple of weeks. And it was fairly simple for a while, for we got items of news from here and there and many interesting things seemed to be happening right along. Now, however, things are getting a bit difficult. Nineteeners have disappeared from the face of the earth.
We did have a tid-bit from Paisley a week or so ago, but it was mostly abuse and not very interesting. We dropped Bob a note saying that the hemp business being what it was we felt fairly confident that he would not be coming up to the Stadium this year to cause his customary rumpus about the Harvard game. He replied that we had become just another of those Boston guys from whom one hears twice a year; once at Christmas with a cheap five-cent card, and once for football tickets. He promised the football tickets provided he received a certified check by return mail (which we consider a pretty sizable insult and which constituted a financial problem that would have worried Owen D. Young or Andy Mellon), and went on to say that he knew of course that he would not hear from me again until the Tuesday before the game, when he would get a wire saying, "Where in hell are those tickets?" We swallowed our pride and sent him a check, which may be a good joke on him at that.
We have finally come to the conclusion, after all these years, that George Ray Wicker was right when he stated, with neat little graphs to illustrate, that gambling is an economic waste. And of course this is no time for economic waste, so we are off it. It is sort of tough on the Athletics that we didn't swear off a week sooner. Four days we bet Elmer Pilsbury that the Athletics would win, three days we couldn't find him in time to place a bet, which left St. Louis and Elmer decidedly on the long end.
Our determination to avoid economic waste accounts only in part for our reformation, loyalty to the College and the team also play their part. And you boys who have been keeping Yale men in new Fords the past few years can lay plans for recuperating your losses this year. We should have stopped long ago.
Spider was down a few weeks ago on his way to the opening game in Hanover. Fred Ives, Staff Hudson, and George Bingham were there too. Bob Paisley was up to the Holy Cross game. And that is about all the news there is. Maybe after the class dinner before the Harvard game we'll have some news about where the boys have been hiding and what they are doing. Or write to the station to which you are listening and we'll get together a Nineteen News. Honestly, we can't do much out of thin air.
Secretary 87 State St., Framingham Center, Mass.
