CLASS OF 1928
Well, mates, I never would have believed the last time I wrote one of these things that the next one would be written at the above address or anywhere near it. But there you are—I'm here and writing. To explain I might say that the weaving end of the textile industry was probably fortunate in losing a convert and the knit goods end is probably as unfortunate in gaining one. At any rate I'm here in New York with William Iselin and Co., and would sure like to see somebody. Better make it soon, for I might be shipped back to the minors any time.
In spite of the law of probability and the few million souls in this place, I did bump into Parker Jacobson the other night—or would have, if he hadn't spoken up—I'm not over gazing at the tall buildings. It was very breezy at the moment, so we hesitated only long enough for me to learn that he is still living with Wolf Whaley a few miles farther up the road. Have to get up and see them before long.
A good letter received from Skipper Drayton on the stationery of Clarence I. Drayton, certified public accountant, Manchester, N. H., explaining his activities in that section. Skip says that Bill Lary is still with the Texas Co., and has been transferred to those parts. Also that Don Solis is with the same company selling oil in Boston. Al Clarke has established a very nice insurance business in and round his home diggings, Berlin, N. H. And Jack McLaughlin is still in Phila., advertising Campbell Soup.
Old Bud Ranney claims that the Cleveland lads are not getting their share of attention in these here columns and comes to the rescue with the information that Herb Beckett is in the insurance racket, married, and apparently enjoying life, Alf Fowler is still being retained by the Ohio Bell Telephone and spends every evening with a fistful of law books—studying. That last is hard to believe, but Bud guarantees authenticity. Clint Goodwin is also a devotee of that sport —in his second year at Western Reserve University, spending his spare time shooting oil wells. Larry Miter, the suave, welldressed, soft-spoken hotel man, is now at the Wade Park Manor in Cleveland, having tossed over the Northampton Hotel, because, as he puts it, he didn't find it to his liking. Bud himself is still with Scripps-Howard's Cleveland Press. But no longer does he spend his nights in the haunts of crime and four-alarm fires, for since last March he has been on general assignment, rewrite, and feature writing.
Ruf Munsell sends word that Bill Ford is back in the home office of Bird and Sons at EasttWalpole, Mass., and that Herb Sensenig's new address is 45 "Victoria St., Elberfeld, Germany. Ruf, after spending two years teaching sciences at the Woodbury (Conn.) High School, has been research assistant in the Connecticut Agricultural Experiment Station, and is studying at Connecticut Agricultural College for an M.S.
I don't know whether or not I've mentioned that Tom Middleton was married, but the event occurred way last June to Miss Eleanor Serat of Kansas City, Mo.
A letter misplaced until now, from Harry Bennert, says that he is finishing his medical studies at the University of Colorado Medical School and expects to practice there at Denver after graduation. Ralph Turner was married to Stella Goodhue of Hanover last September, and they are now living in Chicago, where Ralph is continuing medicine at Rush Medical School. As for the rest of the Docs, or a few of them, Bob Byrne is also at Rush, Rocky Keith is at Penn, and Buck Serrell is at Cornell. Johnnie Sugden is selling all sorts of things including bonds and lemon squeezers at his office in Methuen, Mass.
Paul Annable holds down the title of adjustments manager for R. H. Macy at their branch in Long Island City.
Bob Word is studying law at Stanford.
Dick Brown is an underwriter for the Travelers Insurance Co. at Bridgeport, Conn.
An announcement received the other day says that George Davis was married to Marion Fowler on Saturday, January 24.
Secretary, Care of William Iselin and Co., 4th Ave. and 26th St., New York
