Class of 1932
It is strongly suspected in these quarters that somewhere in the editorial rooms of the MAGAZINE the tail end of this column was neatly and summarily snipped off last month. Probably it was the penalty of tardy submission. Anyway we may hope that the deleted portion will be just as quietly slipped in at this publication, although there is no way of divining the supreme editorial intention.
Charlie Doerr writes that he is dusting shelves in the McKesson-St. Paul Drug Co. in Minneapolis, with the possibility of "getting on" to the game gradually. He notes that Jack Hollern is receiving clerk in a large department store in the same metropolis and has worked harder in two months here than during the four years in Hanover. Anyone who ever noticed Jack bending late over his books in South Fayer or in the Deke House will certainly realize that he is making a great deal of headway.
In contrast to this we might mention the sad story of Jim Ballou, who is "unemployed at present with no definite future plans," and as far as remarks of general interest to the class are concerned, says simply, "Sorry, Chuck, I have none." Remarkably few reports of unemployment have come in, which is pretty strange the way things are going. It may be the belief that one must necessarily be following the same meteoric trajectory as Pettengill on one's flight to success in order to be mentioned here. But that is far from true. In fact I should incline very much to setting up a small but efficient unemployment want column for the class, as suggested by Red Alexander of Forestville, Conn. Any one interested in forming a bureau of this sort should write in at once. We may not be able to find many jobs, but we'll at least have an abundance of news with a few human interest stories thrown in.
Those who are by this time on pins and needles waiting to hear the saga of Pettengill may read these terse sentences with no more delay: "I'm dumfounding the localbankers at the Central Hanover Bank.They are baffled by my original ideasabout bkg., and I expect to move uprapidly—say at the rate of about a dollara year. Bully is going to Chi, Bat is studying law in Albany, and Deak likewise inWashington."
The current slackening in industrial life has sent many back to cloistered halls in order to pursue the will-'o-the-wisp of knowledge a little further. Dick Stoiber writes that he is studying geology—"eventually to get a Master's degree at Mass.Institute of Technology. Paul Dunn, takinga business course at Tech, is a frequentvisitor. I still think of my wonderful summer just passed in which Larrabee, Titcomb, Doc Bannerman and I toured10,000 miles to see mines and geology-Hanover to Salt Lake and return."
Johnnie Eames may also be seen around the Institute, according to Paul Dunn.
Dick Allen is wintering at the Sorbonne, and may be seen any evening I suppose at the Dome or the Rotonde, happy to meet any classmates who are still globe-trotting. He reports that Dick Leach and Jack Carnell are also spending the year in Europe, traveling and studying. Pete Ostafin, who is doing graduate work in Hanover, hopes "to go abroad sooner thanthe fall of Europe and get a degree there."
Here follows a most praiseworthy endeavor from that old probe-and-scalpel man, Ed Judd:
"As you probably know, I am hackingstiffs here at the Harvard Medical School.There are five of us from '32—Barney Todd,Les Meister, Ted Truex, Tom Dublin, andmyself. The main difference from collegeis that we study fairly regularly but haveno idea yet as to our standing.
"I have seen John Amos Wright, subjectof that never-to-be-forgotten ballad propogated by the Cuban Killer, and I reporthim in fine fettle. He is doing his conscientious bit at Harvard Law. We (Johnand I) drove to Hamp Sunday last. Theplace seems quite different, Charlie; youwouldn't recognize it. We spent hours onthe look-out for familiar faces; the longvigil took us to the 'Jess' in Holyoke. Butthe only sign of Dartmouth we saw wasthree Psi U pledges (or something). Ithought for a moment I saw John Couzensdisappearing through a doorway, but onecan't be too sure. J learned from one of theCapen Annex girls that Hosmer has managed to make two stops in Hamp to date(October 20!).
"I fust missed Bill Brister last Saturday.He was about to start off for Concord withAce Phinney, but all I could see was an oldBuick being pushed down a one-way streetin the ever-increasing darkness. Brister(The Kuke) is at the Business School withBen Burch and others. I hear that BillWalsh is in the Law School.
"Called on Carlos Baker and new wifein Cambridge. He was studying hard in hisEnglish, but found time to reminisce. Weare planning a gathering for the near future. Carl says that Herb West is in someof the classes in the graduate school; Herbplays squash regularly with Rod Greig '31.
"Joe Carlton has an apartment aboutthree blocks from Carl's. I haven't beenable to get over yet, but McPhail and I planthat also. Don (the Flash) dropped in lastweek. He has been working in the "Heartof the Hub" and commutes to Needhamevery day. All I could tell him about hispartner in crime, 'Smogger the Gould,'was that I had seen the latter just beforeI left home. Gould is a traveling salesman(or manager) for a grain concern in Minnesota. Gould and I brought John Brettto the Flour State after attending JackEliot's wedding. Brett, Fritz Browning, andone other of our class (sorry!) are attendingWestern Reserve Medical School. [DeanPinney is the other.']
"A long letter from John Sheldon stateshe's working in Chicago. Finds it interesting but exhausting. Says Charlie Doerrstopped off on his way to Minneapolis fromEurope. Charlie is reported to be the sameall around. Steve Harwood has a job witha Good Future.
"I ran into Al Keyworth in Wellesley.He is in business in Gardner, selling babybuggies, I guess. Al plans to come in forthe Harvard game, and we may possiblygo to Hanover for fall houseparties. Hopeto see Rich Hazen this coming week-end, ashe said he'd leave Columbia EngineeringSchool long enough to see the Harvardsbeaten. [Sic!]
"A friend of Eddie Toothaker's tells methat 'Tooth' is moving up in the iron business in Denver. Saw Stan Yudicky in Hanover helping out with the coaching. Helooked better than ever and is studyingmedicine there. He plans to join us herein our third year.
"I guess that's about all I can think ofright now. Probably lots of this stuff isancient history to you, but hope you canget some filling-in inches from it.
"Hope to see you in New Haven, ifeverything works out as I now have itplanned."
ED JUDD.
243 Vanderbilt Hall,Harvard Medical School,Boston, Mass.
It so happened that we did meet in New Haven, and I thanked Ed with frank gratitude in my heart for a very superior piece of news-writing. Among others that gave the Bowl a familiar aspect were the following: North, Scully Smith, Pettengill, Marks, Elias, Rosenblum, Kendal, Hatcher, Hazen, White, Joe and Pete Sawyer, Walser, Pike, Larrabee, Palmer, Fendrich, Bill Davis, and Bill Britten. Bladworth was on traffic duty on Chapel St., and I stayed long enough to see him almost push over a street car full of Yales single-handed.
The Dartmouth reported some while ago that Bill Bucher has been named a trustee of the Pennsylvania Industrial School at Huntingdon, Pa. Bill had this honor thrust on him after a conference with Governor Pinchot. Don Richardson, apparently reform-minded too, is aspiring to become a "modern penologist." He has been working at the Massachusetts State Prison Colony at Norfolk, Mass. "So far," says he, "there hasn't been any depression in thisbusiness."
Max Wolff, according to a letter from him some time ago, subsequently mislaid, is floor-walking in a large clothing establishment in Minneapolis.
Jim Moore, also the writer of a very neat epistle, reports what sounds like an idyllic summer playing nurse-maid to a small boy on Long Island, participating in the intercollegiate regatta at Rye with Gus Zimmerman, and no doubt being one of the major social luminaries of the recent summer season.
After a vast amount of coaxing Ed Marks consented to give to this column the official flash on his European trip, which I quote in toto:
"Getting back to New York after a swellsummer in Europe is no fun, especiallywhen there is nothing at the end of thetrip back but the necessity and the dubiouspossibility of finding work. In the shorttime I have been back I have been usheredinto a lot of nice offices, but unfortunatelyto date I have been ushered out of justas many as I have been ushered into.'Maybe after election . . everybody says.One heartening fact is that Hosmer, thatold sea-dog, is also pining in idleness, withno merchant marine convinced as yet of theintrinsic utility of his particular whitecargo.
"But it was nice in Europe. After a whilein Paris (I ran into Johnnie Wolff thereone day) I went to Germany, and there itwas that I liked the life and the peoplethe best and stayed the longest. By acurious combination of circumstances, Ifound myself on a boat bound from Stettinto Leningrad, with a party of ninety-fiveGermans, and with a freshly imprintedSoviet visa in my passport. I hope I don'tget deported for saying so, but I thoughtRussia was pretty fair—certainly most ofthe rumors you hear about it don't seemto be true. At any rate the Avenue ofOctober the 25th in Leningrad, the theaterin Moscow, the palace of industry atKharkov, and the swimming in the Dnieperat Kiev are particularly recommended.After which I betook myself slowly backto these United States, via Poland, Czechoslovakia, Austria, and a little of Italy andSwitzerland.
"I've run into just a few Thirty-two mensince my return. Ralph Elias, after a summer spent in tough pre-med work, is dulyregistered and spiking muscles at LongIsland Medical School. Art Schlichter islearning the real estate business from thebottom up with Adams and Co. of this city.Morrie Hubbard is another prospectivelandlord. Johnnie Clark's New Canaan"Gazette" looks damn good (advt.). I'vebeen down a few times to visit 19 BarrowSt., temporary port of Hosmer and more orless permanent residence of Rod Hatcher,Bob Coltman, and Chuck Owsley. . . .My God, I almost forgot, Chuck, you didn'twant me to mention you in this letter. . . .
"ED MARKS."
I have at hand, and am wishing for more, several communications of interest, for which there is unfortunately not room in this issue. As Marks reminds me, yr. sec'y is living on Barrow St. in the Village right off Sheridan Square. He welcomes all visits from classmates at any reasonable hour, and will do his best to show them all he knows of this very colorful district.
Secretary, 19 Barrow St., New York
