CLASS OF 1919
Once the croci poke their colorful heads up through the lingering snow drifts, and those little red tees start to grow up under golf balls, we become a most irresponsible person. Further evidence of it has just come to hand. Last week we went through one of our annual housecleanings, which consist of taking apart huge piles of things and putting them together again in new piles, and we found a number of notes from and of our charming classmates which somehow got put off through the golf season along with mending the screen door and washing the car.
Well, better late than never. From Hanover, a note telling that George M. Davis Jr., who has been a member of the New Rochelle Board of Education for three years, has just been elected president of the board the youngest man ever to hold that position. And dated way back last March we're sorry—a letter from Budd Welsh, which says in part, "Way back in 1915 I remember racing around a cinder track with Max Norton, and now that he's pulling down all the treasurerships in Hanover the race is still on. After spending six years manufacturing guns and ammunition, I entered the banking business, and on January IS, 1931, succeeded in securing the treasurership of the Citizens Trust Cos. of Summit, N. J. I am also treasurer of the Summit Mortgage and Finance Cos., as well as several minor organizations here in Summit. . . . I've long sincemetthe qualifications for membership in the Proud Poppers Club: Budd Jr., age nine; Betty Jane, age 6; Marilyn, age 2."
Dated May, a letter from Rock Hayes calling our attention (already called by Allan Wilde the publisher) to a swell new book called "Answer Me Yes or No," by Russ Potter and a Harvard boy named Cappers. We have a feeling that smart authors in our class should send us advanced copies of their books if they want us to review them, and when we read the publisher's statement that this was a Test of Knowledge, $1.00, we lost whatever interest we had. Sample question, "Do butterflies migrate as birds do?" Well, we just haven't time to run around after butterflies in the late fall what with all the good football games. Of course there are 599 other questions, and if you're that way you might enjoy it.
Dated April, news from Spider Martin of Sherm Green, who sends good American gold for the class fund from Sao Paulo, Brazil, where he is addressed at the Bureau of Foreign and Domestic Commerce. This work is a continuation of that he was doing in Paris and New York, and he describes it as interesting and occasionally colorful.
Dated May, a postcard from W. S. Aylsworth, which states briefly that he has been married since June, 1920, has a boy age nine years, is a sales engineer in refractories, doesn't see many Nineteeners. Address: 124 Newburn Drive, Mt. Lebanon, South Hills P. 0., Pittsburgh. Also May, a letter from one F. G. Allen on the stationery of the Goldman Sachs Trading Corporation, New York, which states even more briefly, "Married, have three children, 2 boys, 1 girl, am in the financial business."
Dated June, a letter from Reverend Frederick Alden, who is the minister of the Winslow Congregational church in Taunton, Mass. He says he has been married almost ten years, has a boy three years old. He says that perhaps it's his own fault but that he hasn't seen any '19ers for a long, long time, although he runs into a few '18ers every now and again.
And that brings us up to date. Someone has very kindly sent us an announcement of the marriage of Evelyn Daly to Mr. Rowland Parker Pollard on Tuesday the 22nd of December, 1931, at Colombo, Ceylon. Though he is half way around the world, Pollard has been one of our most constant readers these many years, and one we have heard from with some regularity. If things like that can happen in Ceylon, who knows, we might hear that Charlie Biddle was getting himself a wife.
It was a sad blow indeed to all 1919 men to hear that Buddie Curran had died. We all remember Buddie as an undergraduate as one of our most brilliant students and at the same time one of our most popular friends. Active in all manner of things, he was known and loved by everyone in the class, and we shall miss him. Spider was unable to go to the funeral but sent flowers from the class. Red Colwell, who has known Buddie from boyhood and been in touch with him since graduation, is writing the obituary which will appear in another part of the MAGAZINE.
Chan Brown is now in Oakland, Maine, and inquires if there are any '19ers around those parts. Of course, it has long been the boast of 1919 that wherever you may go on this earth we can produce a '19er for you. Will the boys in that neighborhood please look Chan up and see that he is fixed up with the proper bootlegger and all that?
Spider has pulled one off that is characteristic of our great leader. Nothing daunted by these hard times he has done such a job for the Graybar Electric that they have kicked through with a nice promotion. His new job will be in New York city, and we are informed he has already left Rochester and started in the big city. Good luck, 01' boy, 01' boy!
Secretary, 87 State St., Framingham Center, Mass.
