CLASS OF 1919
Easter came and with it President Martin all the way from Rochester. We attempted to get some other '19ers for lunch on Saturday but couldn't locate any, and so lunched quietly by ourselves. He reports progress on the fund, but nothing to shout about. What we want is more contributors. Don't be so proud—if you can't send us the hundred bucks you ought to send, give up one party and send us ten. If you're flat on your back, send us a dime—get your name on that list anyway.
We planned some fancy work to get some news out of you fellows. You're going to get some return postcards, a few at a time, and we want them sent back, and no funny business. Every '19er is interested in where you boys are and why, how much family you have, and what your golf score is. And we are going to have that dope.
Si Stein writes to Spider from Muscatine, lowa. Si, in the form of the First National Bank, finances six or seven states from Muscatine, and reports the farm situation is not all it could be. He reports seeing Freddie McCrea in Chicago recently, and says his account of happenings on the occasion of the Stanford game was most amusing.
Louis Munro had a long letter from Louie Sector recently. Louie is in Florida recovering from a serious illness. He says he sits in the back yard and gets beautifully tanned— shunning the fashionable beaches as too strenuous for a well man. He expects to be back home and about again soon, but must take it easy for some time to come.
Mun also had a letter from K. B. Johnson, congratulating him on an enclosed quarterpage of publicity (which did not come to me), as if that were anything for Munro. K. B. says he is getting fidgety for our Fifteenth. Well, it won't be long now, which reminds me it might not be a bad idea to buy the Lake Tarleton Club or some place suitable for a picnic right now. Ken's letter-head is the Peerless Weighing Machine Company, 245 Fifth Ave., New York.
Dr. Featherston clips the following from the New York Herald Tribune, and comments briefly, "It may be the well known Mose?" "Propose New Brokerage Firm.—Field, Glose, and Company Ask Exchange Membership. Field, Glose, and Company have been proposed as a new Stock Exchange firm, with the following partners: Garret A. Brownback, James Henderson Douglas, Jr., Thomas P. Duprell, Marshall Field, James Russell Forgan, Maulsby Forrest, etc." It may be—at least it's his name.
Some few weeks ago a few '19ers were gathered together in the recently completed mansion of the Rock Hayeses, which borders the fairway of Braeburn. Bird, Munro, Chipman, Dodd, Hudson, Hawks, Davis, and wives, if any, indulged in assorted amusements. An elimination tournament brought to light some very fancy pingpong—Mrs. Dodd proving her supremacy in the ladies' matches—and Munro and Davis, through exceptional team work and what we will modestly call masterful stroking, taking all comers in the men's doubles. Spen Dodd was on his game early in the evening and a difficult man to beat, but as the evening wore on he became more and more over-confident, until at the end it was not only extremely dangerous to be in the room while he was playing, but considerably hazardous to be in the house at all.
Secretary, 41 Winter St., Framingham Center, Mass.
