Class of 1918
We are glad to note the upward progress being achieved by Ed Stanley. On November 1 he became member of the firm of Putnam, Bell, Dutch, and Santry, with offices at 60 State St., Boston.
Dr. George E. Daniels has recently removed his office and is now practicing medicine at 139 East 69th St., New York city.
We recently found Harry Collins meandering down Broadway in quest of new scandals that might be profitably investigated by the Hon. Seabury. Apparently no one could be found to oblige our astute counsel to finance a fund for a new investigative show,—not with all the dirt that can be bought for three cents by investing in a New York newspaper.
The owner of a costly limousine out in Garden City, L. I., was recently disturbed on coming out of a hot-dog stand to find a roadster on his back seat. It had entered through the back of the limousine—apparently at some speed. Behind the wheel, dozing, sat a small, wizened man in a derby hat somewhat the worse for wear.
"Hey," said the owner of the big car, "where'd you come from?"
"Huh?"
"I said, where'd you come from?"
"I guess," said the small, wizened man, struggling with each word, "I got as much right on the road as you have, haven't I?"
"Yes, but not in my car. And the light's red, anyhow—look at it."
"Looks green to me," said the wizened one, squinting. "Where is it, anyway?"
"That happens to be the moon you're goggling at," said the rich guy. "Hey, Officer! Get this man's name, will you?"
"Don't shout," said the small man. "You disturb me. If you want me, you can call up the Dartmouth Club and ask for Mr. McElwain." Comment suspended.
With his father walking for office on the Republican ticket for mayor in New York, Mike Pounds was approached with bids for patronage by all the clerks. Mike lined up a tentative slate which he promised to put right through, and said he thought he'd be safe enough: State Treasurer: E. H. Earley. Bank Examiners: Andy Ross, Dick Holton, T. A. Miner, Dave Skinner. Chairman, Board of Education and Handball: R. Fish. Supt. of Night Life: D. F. Shea. Motorcycle Police: S. Jones, A. V. Gustafson, R. Hesse. Successor to Mulrooney: F. DuSossoit Duke. Successor to Seabury: H. J. Alderton Collins. Successor to Collins: F. Runyon Colie. Municipal Dog-Catcher: S. Mud-Guard Morey. City Chemist and Dirt Removal: F. Cassebeer. Commissioner of Motor Vehicles: L. K. McElwain (if released in time). Inspector of Nurses' Homes: J. S. Martinez. Ya! To think what might have been November 8 but for the grasping Democrats!
Among other foreigners glimpsed at the annual buggy-ride in the tumbrils to the Yale game was none other than Mel Southwick. Mel evidenced unsuspected deftness (doubtless acquired from his years among those so damn clever Chinese) in balancing a lily cup in each hand while standing on the swaying arm of a day coach. When asked for a statement by the travel-stained reporter Stan Jones, Mel twirled his cups and remarked, "There's something about this country I like!"
Familiar historic headgear noticed bobbing in the same crowd was the ancient grey cabbage leaf affected by the fifth generation of Runyon Colies; and the iron skullet of Dave Garratt, which is still waiting its promised sail over the elusive goal posts of New Haven.
Begin saving your pennies now for the Fifteenth next June. That'll be sumpin'—.
Secretary, 953 Madison Ave. New York
