Class of 1930
Just to keep our record perfect without missing a month, we pass along these trifles, gleaned from the sparse pickings of the summer months. Summer is an off season for class scribes, correspondence is meager, and all one has for material at the end of three months is a bit of roundabout gossip and a few wedding announcements. We offer this with no apologies to the Thirtymen who have spent their summer in an inertia equal to, if not surpassing, our own.
Among the few items which we have at hand for material is a somewhat hazy ships- passing-in-the-night recollection of Bottome, who appeared like an apparition one summer's night on the stroke of twelve and departed from the June at an early hour even more like an apparition than at arrival. Most of the interim had been spent in the discussion of advertising with President Walter L. L. Scott '29 of the Frank L. Scott Company, dealers in practically all kinds of paper excepting the kind you are naturally thinking of. Bottome, of course, was being a 24-hour-day man for Dorrance and Sullivan. He looked slick and sunburned after golf and things in the White Mountains, and was off to a house party on the Cape.
A similar sporting Thirtyteer named Jessup likewise descended from the mountain playgrounds one otherwise quiet Sunday, and similarly set out soon for a house party at Narragansett—the Telephone Company at Brooklyn meanwhile getting along as best it could. Bill was finding everything pretty cheery, as was Harry Casler—now that we are dealing with the Beta boys—who steamed into town to "break ground" for the new Beta house having left Lake George more or less precipitately for some acute reasons which we never had time to hear more about than that they had to do with dramatic offerings which Harry and Jim Shevlin '32 had been producing with the aid of such amateurs as Glenn Hunter.
We have just come back to town after a brief absence to see silent Jim Irwin on the street—no chance to gather canary feathers, though, and Jim is still the mystery man. Bill Doran came to town with something worth mentioning in the latter part of the summer, and Dot and Ev Low came down from the Low place on Morey to take a look at Orozco's frescoes on the walls of Baker. Then there was Brud Crozier buying fish hooks on Main Street and offering us some good cheery chatter but little or no information.
From Woodstock came John French, being very nonchalant telling about the progress of John French Ill who was born July 12 in Cambridge—9 lbs. 2 oz.
From Fran Horn in Bagdad came the news that he was delighted at last to find himself in the land of the Arabian Nights, with large talk about Palestine, Transjordania, Lebanon, Syria and Persia. He announced with some pleasure the imminent arrival in Cairo of Hughes Gibbons to be librarian of the University.
Bill Wilson is taking time off from banking in Nebraska City to go to Northwestern for a while, and wrote like a good fellow to give his new address and send his two bucks for the MAGAZINE.
The following from Charlie Raymond, the impresario of the Boston Thirtyteer luncheons:
DEAR AL:
After a rest during August, I'm goingto try to get the luncheon idea functioning again for the winter months. Am sending out cards stating that luncheons willbe held at the Ambassador, 41 WinterStreet, the third Friday in each monthduring the winter at 12 o'clock. I wish youwould put some notice to that effect inyour column for the benefit of those whoseaddresses I have not. The June luncheonnetted 9 Thirty men while July only produced 6—the big decrease attributable inlarge measure to the absence of those intrepid tourists, Gilbert and Fitzpatrick. Butthey ought to be on hand this coming Friday.
Win Stone was at the Harvard SummerSchool studying for his Ph.D. This winterhe continues to teach and study at GeorgeWashington University.
You probably know of Frank Ryder'sengagement to Miss Dorothy Eva Childs,also of Middleboro. Frank is now locatedin Springfield with the N. E. T. & T. Co.
Saw Bob Bottome for a minute in theSouth Station the morning after he hadstopped off to see you. And I laughed athim because I was just starting my vacation.
1 used to see quite a bit of Dob Grangerwhen he was working for a constructioncompany in Weston, but now he has goneback to New Rochelle.
Last I heard of Dick Squire he wasplanning to start work this fall withHecht's (?), a Washington departmentstore.That's all I know.
CHARLIE.
Chuck Adams comes through with his annual letter from Seattle renewing his magazine subscription and saying that he doesn't know any news, excepting that Ted McDonald is to be seen from time to time —every blue moon. From this we assume that he didn't see the 1930 class agent when he was in Seattle on a great romantic errand, via Banff and what have you. The 1930 class agent took the 1930 class scribe for a swell bit of sailing around God's neat little landscape job at Mt. Desert Island in Maine, to our untravelled eyes the most beautiful spot to be found this side of the Mississippi. Carl had the de luxe Haffenrefier-Herreshoff boat Skiddo cruising those parts, and as a skipper he is something. It was a great time for the class scribe.
Ben Finch stole time from the National City to write a note and say that he and Bud Fisher are plugging away in the foreign department and might get "deported" pretty soon.
Among the nuptials, there is the SeidlMilliken affair, which was solemnized at the Epworth Methodist Episcopal Church of Chicago on September 21. Stu's Margaret is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Alva Otto Milliken, of Chicago.
And then, Mr. and Mrs. William MacNeil announce the marriage of their daughter, Annette Reid, to Mr. Frederick Kingsbury Watson, on Tuesday, the thirtieth of August, in Dayton, Ohio.
And finally, Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Lybrand Weimer announce the marriage of their daughter, Lucia, to Mr. Albert Inskip Dickerson in St. Luke's Church at Lebanon, Pennsylvania, September 8.
That seems to be about all.
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