Class of 1917
Spike Maclntyre organized the class dinner on Friday night before the Harvard game, and eleven men gathered at the University Club in a small but enthusiastic party. Those present were: Currier, Holden, Ed McGowan, Sanborn, Sprague, Tommie Thompson, Forrie Emery, Halloran, Shea, Litchard, and Maclntyre. At the Yale game a week later we saw a good delegation in the class section, including Saladine, Donehue, Bob Scott, Robie, Bob Paine, Bunny Holden, Spike Maclntyre, Butch Sherman, Doc Halloran, Howard Myers, Friedrichs, Fritz, and Midgett. Comments on these games are not in order here, but a peculiarity of seating arrangements might be mentioned—namely that in two instances (Saladine and myself) the tickets were so allotted that husband and wife were seated on opposite sides of the aisle, which seemed so unnecessary with the Bowl only a third full. Donehue, the bachelor cynic, suggested that this arrangement might be a good break for the boys with their own wives, but a tough turn for the boys with somebody else's.
Trenny Trenholm writes from Greenville, Miss., in a most entertaining and thorough manner, giving many essential facts about himself. He is stationed there to instruct the National Guard in field artillery, and I suspect has not been having too hard a time of it generally speaking. His son, Derrill Junior, is fourteen and already playing golf in the high eighties (which I wager is better than the old man can do). Trenny states that he is painfully healthy, carries no excess poundage, and is as hard and fit as when in college. His diversions are principally golf, dove shooting, and riding—though he mentioned others that can't go into this column. He seems to be something of a prophet too, as this letter was written in September and yet he gave me two special tips—to bet on Roosevelt for president and on Yale against Dartmouth. What a picker he turned out to be! Any one desiring to read Trenny's letter please let me know and I will send it to him—it is very much worth reading.
Jimmy Rubel, from 525 Orange Grove Ave., South Pasadena, Calif., also responded to my letter nobly, and I quote a paragraph:
"Married once and still hog-tied to thesame one—namely, Betty Mason Rubel.One son, James Jr., age 41/2 years, onedaughter, Jane Louise, age 2 years and 3months. My health has been excellent,thank you, except for a year's attach ofulcers brought on by the worries of thelate depression. My diversional activitiesconsist of motoring (when I can afford tobuy gasoline), playing a little Badminton ina neighbor's back yard, swimming in theBlue Pacific when this over-advertisedCalifornia sunshine does come out, and anoccasional round of lousy golf. As forbusiness, I blush at the thought. There isno such animal as a business man in thewhole of Southern California. We merelycome out here to enjoy the sunshine andloll on coral sands. Surely you forget thatAgua Caliente is but a four hours' runfrom Pasadena. I could go into extasies overthat place, but I won't. I'll just say inpassing that the beer is par excellence andthe liquor as good as any you can get in aNew York speak-easy. That, coupled withgorgeous Spanish dancers, beauties inflopping hats, gambling, horse racing, andwhat-have-you makes it ideal for us gentlemen of leisure. Our esteemed classmate,John Young, lives here and is the head ofYoung, Clarke, if Co., brokers, John has apparently done very well by himself with amost attractive wife and plenty of theseworldly goods. Also one daughter."
Ralph Carpenter is still living in Middletown, N. Y., but no direct information has come from him in two or three years; indirectly I have heard that he was the father of twins about six months ago—names and sex not known to me.
Rudy Miller, residing in White Plains, continues to hold down the position of superintendent of buildings, Bronxville, throughout all political changes—from which we judge that he is either a good politician or a good engineer or both. In appearance he has not changed a bit since Hanover days, it seems to me. The Miller family has increased to four, with Rudolph Paige, born July, 1930, and Janette Vail, born October, 1931. Rudy acquired a farm near Pawling, N. Y., a few years ago, which he is gradually developing himself, and it is rapidly becoming a most attractive and beautiful retreat and will make a fine training camp for his steadily increasing family.
Sam White has just sent in another fine long letter from Fairbanks, Alaska, which will have to wait over until next month so that I can quote him at length. He seems to be having an interesting and not too bad a time—as Sam would, whether in West Lebanon, Kalamazoo, Seattle, or Fairbanks!
Secretary, Craig House, Beacon, N. Y.
