CLASS OF 1923
Secretary, TRUMAN T. METZEL, 328 North Sheridan Road, Highland Park, Ill.
Ted Caswell's aunt reports that Tommy Durivan has just completed his annual overhaul of her bridge work. "Poke" Goss is sales manager of the President Suspender Cos. of Shirley, Mass., and lives in Concord. George MacDermott (who graduated but did not enter college with us) is with the Consolidated Gas Company, Stuart St., Boston. "Win" Temple, city solicitor in Marlboro, Mass.
Tom Burch shoved his way up from office boy to advertising manager with the Borden Sales Cos., 350 Madison Ave., New York city. Phil Jellison is with 'em, too. (Dry Milk Division.) "Shiner" Beggs is contacting for Redfield-Coupe, Inc., an advertising agency in New York. Doug Manson writes copy for Batten, Barton, Durstine, etc., and Osborne, etc. "Doc" Roberts is in politics in Stamford. Bill Strong's a Greenwich barrister.
"Butch" (Vox Humana) Kimball runs the organ department of the Kimball Piano Cos., Chicago. He builds and installs 'em. His sweet wife is as charming as ever, and the three kids are all right too. The whole outfit lives in Hinsdale, Ill. His next-door neighbor, George Whiteside, is Chicago boss for Fortune (which, by the way, in one short year has taken first place among periodicals for volume of advertising).
Charley Chadbourne has an Irish terrier, and is trying to house-break the damn thing. He plays around a little with Vince Rogers. (Charley does, not the terrier.)
Windy Monger doesn't come to Chicago any more. At least, not to look up your correspondent. Once your correspondent and Windy took Windy's bride to a slightly ribald show and laughed so loudly (we both did) at the most ribald of the ribald sallies that I would not be surprised if I am classified in the Monger social register as one of those household horrors—the college chum. (Note for George Plant: in reply to your inquiry of two years ago last September, that's all I can tell you about Wendell.)
Plant was associated with the National Retail Dry Goods Association, but that was two years ago last September, and I would not be surprised if, retailing being what it has been (almost abolished), the N. R. D. G. A. has been abolished for lack of dues and our George abolished along with it.
Ellis Wilner is mostly in Ireland. Whenever I call up his firm in a friendly spirit of fellowship, they are so disgusted that I am not ready to detail a large order of ginghams and other Wilner fripperies, instead of only wanting to know which hemisphere Ellis has gone to, that I get little satisfaction from my well-meant but purely personal questions. These are indeed hard times for fellowship!
From F. W. Gray Jr. the following: Taught math, at Irvington, N. J., High School. Thence to Harvard Law School with his bride, the former Louise Deasy of Bar Harbor.
"Bus" Barnett, the Worcester solicitor and bon vivant, has had little to offer of late. Any more kids, Harold? A small bet on this year's Yale game mayhap? A juicy bit of news perhaps anent Kid Smith? The Man Who Married Sisters?
Ozzy Siegfried graduated from Cornell in '25 and went to Georgia with the John W. Couper Construction Cos. His apartment building at 900 Amherst St., Buffalo, also houses Frank Johnson '21, and once in a while Ted (Jean Harlow) Fellowes drops in for tea from the Nichols School, where he teaches. (Will Frank Horan, Twenty-two's snappy sec., rise to claim Ozzy for his fold, as always happens when he needs padding for his silly column?)
Apparently "Rog" Carlton is still working the "flying phone booth," an airplane full of radio gadgets for Bell Telephone experimentation. This aerial laboratory produced most of the findings upon which two-way radio telephone equipment has been developed, and our Roger played no small part in this research.
Stan Hall has returned to Lincoln, Neb., for a spell, and I can positively state that he would enjoy hearing from his host of good friends. Address: 1905 A St.
The secretarial equipment of your class largely consists of two big loose-leaf notebooks. One is numbered One, and in this is a record, as complete as possible, of each man's career. In the other book are names, and no careers, of men whose peregrinations are unknown. It is my chief delight to transfer the guys in Number Two into Number One, where every man rightfully should be. (And, for a fact, Number One is showing a healthy growth, gaining slowly but surely on its partner, The Record of the Vanished, Volume Number Two.)
So one of these days the Vanished Guys (or lads about whom we know too little) will get a letter and a stamped, addressedenvelope for the purpose of effecting their transfer from Book Two the Port of Missing Men into Number One the 1923 Who's Who. If you get such a letter (and it will positively not contain a request for dough), have the goodness to turn it over, inscribe a few lines about your goings-on on the back, and shoot it back to me. Thank you.
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