CLASS OF 1929
Just in time to get into the latest dispatch came the following sheet from that good man Shaeffer, who thereby sets himself up along with Bill Keyes as the pride and darling of our secretarial affections and an inspirational example to you other toilers and dilly-dallyers as the case may be:
6 January 'SI
Dear Bill: Far be it from me to cast aspersions on good old Supe Lockwood's very entertaining descriptions of life among the ant-eaters of South China, or thereabouts, but I'll be damned if I like to see that part of the globe annexing the majority of space in this column of '29 in that godsend to all alumni—the MAGAZINE. So I have just brushed my beautiful, dark-haired secretary from my lap (we rising executives with the G. E. are not supplied with them, Bill) and with a few muttered curses have just commanded her to take a letter. Here goes—an attempt to emanate some news from the civilized world, just to balance up Supe's portion from the wilderness. However, I hope he keeps up his tales—they are good!
To begin with, Ed How and I are still here in Schenectady with the General Electric, and so far as I am concerned I am much more satisfied with everything in general than I was at this time last year. Have been for-tunate enough to be promoted twice,—the last one really put me in a damn interesting job and in a position in which I can actually be in on how the financial affairs, particularly security dealings and any contemplated changes in associated companies, are handled by the men in charge of things. Naturally I am acquiring a great deal of good experience, and this fact, coupled with whatever knowledge I am picking up in the course we all attend two nights a week, has painted a much prettier picture of the whole thing than any I have had prior to this time. How is not quite so satisfied, but has hopes of getting a transfer to a line of work in which he is more interested than where he is at present. The third member of our outfit, none other than E. Victor Deans, left last June, and finally managed to land himself a job with the Central Paper Company in Muskegon, Mich., famous for the McCall Family and Sandy Hume. Eddie reports that he is having a great time, likes the work, and has dined various and sundry times with Sandy and his very charming wife.
To go on with personalities-—Cy Morse is still trying to inveigle decrepit old women, neat but not gaudy debs, and their fond parents, and the remainder of the world in general to use Raymond Whitcomb tours. He's located at 670 Fifth Ave., New York city. George Naylor and Perc Russell are buddies of yours at Law School. Cap Copalbo, whom I ran into in Boston, is now at B. U. Law. Bob Mac Murray is studying for his master's degree in history at Columbia. Ickie Little is making the boys take notice at Yale Medical School, as is Bo Ehler. Moon Vossler, who had the misfortune to lose his dad not long ago, is now a full-fledged salesman for the firm of Ott Heiskell in Wheeling, W. Va. Joe Ruff is leaving the Glens Falls Indemnity Co. the end of this week, and intends to go in business (wholesale hardware) with his dad in Hammond, Ind. Bill Torbert is working for some investment house in Syracuse, N. Y.seems to be going great guns, if . a new Ford means anything.
Am still enjoying the state of singleblessedness, Bill, in which you throw your socks away after they get too full of holes, and whenever you feel low, you are not comforted by the loving caresses of your wife, but resort to the baser habits and put your faith in God and your favorite speakeasy.
Hope this can be utilized, Bill—excuse the scribble—and
My best to you, CHARLES SHAEFFER
105 Seward Place,Schenectady, N. Y.
We seem to have that man Lockwood to thank in part for Charlie's letter, a consequence we in no way contemplated, but which we nevertheless rejoice most heartily in. It's really funny the way we gather in news from you fellows: nary a letter for weeks and then two or three at a time, a situation which has bred in us a hoarding spirit and made us pass out each item almost reluctantly, as a miser fingering his coin before parting with its possession. Gone are the prodigal days of a year ago when news was only news. Now it is treasure, and must never be spent all at once, for the future is too uncertain. All of which is one way of explaining why it takes several months for the letters of some of you bucks to find their way into the column.
Now here's a letter from Eddie Deans that we've been baiting our files with for some months. Eddie is not to be chided for the omission, but no date appears on the letter and we have lost the envelope, but it seems that the letter came sometime last November. Anyway, it's written from Muskegon, Mich., where Eddie is working for the Central Paper Co. As he puts it:
"This summer I took a trip out to the great Open Spaces of the Middle West, got in tquch with a Dartmouth '14 man who is secretary-treasurer of the Central Paper Co. in Muskegon, and as they needed a young buck to do some of the dirty work in the advertising department I got the call and stayed, having been here since September. It is organizing and sales promotion work and quite interesting."
Eddie goes on to say that lie has edged in on some excellent cooking at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Sandy Hume, such ex'29er being one of the main cogs in the Amazon Knitting Mills and the city's happiest householder, and that he witnessed the wedding of Bill Page and Virginia Castle, in September.
From Al Downing, who writes from 59 Livingston St., Brooklyn, N. Y., we learn among other things that Charlie Pritchard has married the girl of his college dreams and is living in Lynn, Mass., that there is a rumor that Heinie Richardson is married, that Tux Small is with Pogson, Peloubet and Co., public accountants, that Tal Babcock is with E. B. Smith and Co. at their Albany office, selling bonds, with his headquarters in Malone, N. Y. (Keyes' home town), and that there are three '29ers chiseling their living out of the Chemical Bank and Trust Co. in New York city: Nick Nickerson in the credit department, Cliff Purse in the trust department, and Al himself in the customers' securities department. Thanks, Al.
Heinie Black has been selling Hostess Cakes for the Continental Baking Co., "driving an old Dodge truck and wearing a cake man's uniform I sell from store to store, hours 5.30 A.M.-6.30 P.M. I expect a break from the company real soon—better job and off the routes—you know—out of the trenches by Christmas." Well, Heinie, here's hoping your alarm doesn't have to go off till 7.30 these cold mornings.
Jack Moxon* writes as follows from Elizabeth, N. J., under date of December 9: Prompted by the apparent paucity of vibrant news in the '29 colyumn in this latest copy of the green sheet it occured (misspelled I guess) to me that I might drop you a line or two with flashes from the associated press dispatches of the New York subways about five-thirty in the evening, and when I say associated press you should take a trip from Courtland St. to Times Square about that time of day.
Over here in the slums of Northern New Jersey we are still getting semi-summer weather in comparison with what Hanover used to be, and I managed to see Mike Ferrini the other day as we were both teeing up in the rough out at the exclusive Galloping Hill Golf Club near here. He was in fine fettle and had old man par flat on his back and was counting about nine with the green still some hundred and twenty yards away, which is no mean accomplishment. Says he is working hard, although I've forgotten just where or who. Also manage to see Pete Lundgren and Jamie Jamieson at long intervals. They are holding the Chase together in these hectic days and helping to swell the pay roll. Pete is in the investment advisory department or some such affair, doing widows out of their hard-earned winnings, and Jamie is in the credit department. Last time I saw them was up at the New Haven tug of war.
Heard from Dick Morgan some time back, and he was living on his Tuck School M.C.S. to the extent of being a junior executive, stable hand, or whatever it is to the lares and penates of the family mansion in Lynn, although he did mention something about a projected sally into the world under the banner of Remington Rand at some near date, so guess that he is by now well on the road, probably with an adding machine under each arm. Dick writes that Mill Tucker is picking winners with Scudder, Stevens, and Clark in Boston, and doing all he can to cut down on the losses the lambs are taking at the hands of Pete and me down here in Bagdad on the Subway. Incidentally I hope that Mill manages to put in a good word for the fine stuff papa Guaranty is selling to this investing world, and that if he hasn't, he will on hearing these lines.
As for me, I'm still drawing pay-checks at the Guaranty in the investment advisory department, where one John Wallace '28 is spending sleepless nights trying to figure a way to keep my galaxy of errors from being foisted on our gullible public.
Last but not least, the latest word from Ken Batchelder is that he is telling them what to do out in Chicago, or rather was, as he intimates that he is leaving for other parts. One might not be far wrong in guessing those "other parts" to be somewhere in Indiana. Confirmation of this rumor awaits another line from him, however.
We have recently heard that Bill Hood married Mary Weaver of Morgantown, W. Va., in either January or June, 1929 (we can't decipher our own notes), and that he is an instructor on the military staff at Culver Academy.
Bob Monahan is clearing up his work at the Yale School of Forestry, and writing his Master's thesis, which runs under the title of "An Ecological Interpretation of Timber Line on the Presidential Range of the White Mountains." He takes the Civil Service exam in the spring, which will give him a junior forester rating.
Secretary, 114 Pleasant St., Arlington, Mass.
