CLASS OF 1929
What a good job this one of ours is when a few of you get enthusiastic to the extent of a fat letter and a two-cent stamp. We wrote to nine of you last month and received replies from four. And Johnny Cornehlsen's letter came by special delivery!
Gossip around our own bailiwick is no better than fair in volume, but of rather high caliber.
Just this morning Bob Austin said that the latest letter from Carl Spaeth brought the exciting announcement of Carl's marriage to a Scotch lass whose first name is Sheila and whose last name doesn't matter any more since it's changed. Mrs. Carl is the niece of Dr. Speight of Hanover, at whose home Carl and Bob lived during their senior year. It seems that the announcement of the marriage, which took place September 25, has not been disclosed as yet in England, because of the University rule that no student at Oxford may be married. All we can say for that rule is that it's all wrong. Carl completes his coarse in the spring and will return to native haunts in June. Next fall he will either do graduate work here at Harvard in the hope of remaining in the academic field of law, or will find a job and live the life of a law clerk for a time.
We ran across Fran McEntee the other day just after we had received a thorough trouncing from Dud Orr's increasingly good squash game. Fran is now at the Law School.
After cornering Al Miller in a lecture hall yesterday we squeezed the following bits of gossip from him:
George Covell is doing very well with the Penn. Mutual in New York, and is soon to be married to Norma Rubino.
Eddie Kennard is doing graduate work in sociology at Columbia, with the expectation of teaching next fall.
Joe Losey got his M.A. from Harvard. Went to Europe, where he became stage manager for a European producer, and is now back in New York doing the same work for a New York producer.
Johnny Bunge, who transferred to Chicago University, played tackle for two years, was all-conference tackle, captain of basketball, and put the shot. He went to Chicago Law School, and is now associated with his father's office, practicing law in La Crosse, Wis.
204 Park St., Montclair, N. J.
Dear Bill: Guess it's the old story that you hear all the time—not much news. Since I left Law School I haven't seen many of the boys. Harold Montamat and I went to Europe and rode around on bicycles—in fact we covered most of the distance from Copenhagen to Paris on our trusty iron horses. Since that trip I've been working for the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey. Since I work in Jersey and on Saturdays and Sundays I haven't seen many of our class.
What little news I know is this.
Monty Montamat has been accepted by the State Department. He is now waiting around for the Senate to get organized and confirm his appointment. It really is quite a ttunt to make the grade for the Diplomatic Service. In the near future he'll probably be sent to Pango-Pango, or Manchuria, or some other out-of-the-way place. I've had some good "bouts" in Monty's cellar bar with Monty and Mike Ferrini. Mike is one of the trusty slaves in the employ of the Western Electric. He seems to thrive on the work, although he's as bald as ever.
I see Elly Cavanagh and spouse quite often. They have moved from Plainfield to South Orange. Went to. a party with the Cavanaghs the other night. Had the pleasure of driving their house guest—one Bill Keyes to the party. If I remember correctly Bill was in great shape and doing well in New York. Somehow I forgot to bring Bill home, so I'm unable to report on his progress further.
I hear that Duke Barto is running the Bell Telephone Company successfully in Washington, D. C. That Jack Blair and Bill Williamson are men about town in New York.
Well, Bill, there's all the news I have to offer. One of these days I'm going to get on the ball and make the rounds. When I do I'll give you all the dope. Hope everything is going well with you, and that you have a hell of a good New Year.
Yours in '29,
Ross HUGHES
Dartmouth College, Hanover, N. H. Jan. 5, 1932
Dear Bill: Sorry not to be able to write sooner, but hope this will reach you in time. Since your letter arrived I've been racking my head for gossip which hasn't already appeared in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, but I'm afraid more prolific scouts have combed the territory fairly thoroughly. However, you can take this or leave it:
I saw Frank Williams while in New York this Christmas. Women's vanity is still holding out, and so Frank still goes on selling them evening gowns. Lyt Johnston has now been happily married for some time, although no additions to the family as yet. He can be found at home, 700 Ocean Ave., Brooklyn, or at business with the Leopard Automobile Products Cos., West 42nd St. Gossip from Joe Sawyer at Hanover here tells me that he last saw Bud Stickler in Gilletti and Frank's —not on the wagon. Bud is quite the flyer these days—has his own plane and a flying school in Washington, D. C.—but he says he doesn't hope to make any money until the world's fair of some years in the future. Gene Davis is no longer a Wall St., "brocker." He's flying or is making Brooklyn "iceminded" with Electrolux Frigidaires. Chris Bora you probably know is hard at work on his architecture at M. I. T., where Don MacCornack keeps him company. Don on the side is assisting with plans for workmen's homes in connection with the Hoover Housing Commission. Jack Martin is one of the outstanding Dartmouth delegates at Harvard Medical School. Panos Georgopulo is gunning for the president's job at First National Bank. He tried writing, but felt sorry for Sinclair Lewis and didn't wait to do him out of a job. Jim Stewart gave up the merchandising life at Macy's a year ago, and is now knocking off some degrees at Columbia. He has his Master's and is well on the road to a Doctor's degree. Al Fisher is married and ably supporting a wife. Aside from that his life is shrouded in mystery. Bob Lyle is teaching Latin and is assistant football coach at Peddie. Now let's see I'm just about at the end of my rope oh a few more Bud Foulks visited Hanover just before Christmas while on his vacation—said he'd planned a trip South but something about some kind of a depression we're having made him change his plans. It was good to see him back in familiar surroundings. The place is the same, but nothing like an old face once in a while. Mandelbaum brings some of the '29 feeling back. We meet occasionally over a toasted something or other at the Wigwam and exchange notes. He's giving some lectures in Biography 11 and tutoring in Biography 101.
Which reminds me that Ed Plumb just hit Hanover. Why, I couldn't find out, but he's definitely back from Europe and up here trying to get some work done. I don't know whether you heard of Paul Woodbridge's marriage in Rollins Chapel this fall. It was an impressive occasion, and the first marriage to take place in Rollins Chapel, from all reports. Panos Georgopulo was best man. Ted Ward, Prof. Mathewson, myself, and the immediate families witnessed the ceremony. I still have one more and then I don't know where the next could come from. Bill Torbert is out in Syracuse and is teaching in some prep school. He still is buying up old cars and selling them at large profit.
As for myself—it's a lot easier to tell but not as interesting to read, I'm sure. First year out—section manager and assistant buyer at James McCreery's, N. Y. that June, camp as swimming counselor. Next year advertising assistant space buyer for Federal Agency, New York that summer camp director, and here I am. Curator of the art galleries, assisting in several courses, and assisting Harry Hillman and Henry Cohn with track. The chances are that I shall be down at Harvard for the spring semester to begin work on a Master's degree in fine arts.
What a helluva a job this turned out to be —but only too glad to write you what I can. Please edit and make something readable out of this mess. I hope we'll be able to get together for a big pow-wow when I arrive in Boston.
Yours in '29, JOHN COENEHLSEN 48 College St., Hanover, N. H. Dec. 31, 1931
Dear Bill: Have you been in Hanover this fall? And why don't you drop up to see me? I actually know less about what is going on in this town than any man alive. When I am at home I go down street about twice a week and spend the rest of the time writing letters and thinking up ways for other people to make money.
I have been doing a bit of writing in the skiing field and had one article published in Saturday Boston Transcript, December 19. You, being of the Andres of Arlington and Beacon Hill, read that paper, but probably missed the article. That piece was primarily publicity for the state of New Hampshire in connection with a projected winter sports program.
I also have been working on a line of ski clothing which has been out for about two months. If any of the good brethren, decide to buy themselves or the "little girl" a ski outfit, they should insist on Slalom Slci Wear.
For particulars see R. H. Macy's ad in New York Times December 12, or Filene's in Transcript December 19. All the better stores have the things, including local merchants. I have traveled with the clothing throughout Massachusetts, and New York, and am now doing missionary trips in New England states with the other salesmen of the B. F. Moore Cos. I'm seeing a lot of old friends.
Let's recall a few of the people I've met in my travels. Bill Dodge, cabin and trailer, now working for M. I. T. in industrial chemistry at Bangor, Me. Nice looking girl Bill had with him, and it may be the one he has designs on.
Dick Robin beamed at me as I was going into a movie in Manchester, N. H., the other night.
In Springfield, Mass., tried to get hold of Hy Liss, Danforth, and Dinsmore, but just couldn't get at them.
Over Stanford game, saw J. W. Hodson, my ex-publicity agent; also Tom Stokes of Shanty Irish.
I always bunk in with Chris Born and Jack Gunther, where Lloyd Kent drops in with an adopted son, "Hig" Higgins of Trinity.
In New York I saw lots of '30 men and one of our particular buddies, whom Skip the Shoveler is claiming for his own. Fred Chase is ours, ain't he, Bill? Had lunch with Fred, and then a dam good talk (between rings of smoke) about family affairs. It's a long jaunt down to 140 West St., but lots of fun talking like a financier. Made me feel like a financier eating once with Fred and another time at the Bankers' Club.
My regards to you and the boys also new found wife.
C. M. (CHARLIE) DUDLEY
P. S. I see Joe D' Esopo every day, I think I'll make him my manager.
77 Addington Rd., Brookline, Mass. Jan. 4, 1932
Dear Bill: If you happen to be interested in collecting employment statistics for the class of 1929, perhaps I can help you to the extent of telling you that I am employed. Other news which might be of interest to the class of 1929 is as scarce, so far as I am concerned, as if I were in Alaska. You might say I am over-employed!
My company, which you probably know already from your records, is the R. H. Hinkley Cos., who are publishers in Boston. Mr. Hinkley himself happens to be one of two surviving founders of the Grolier Society in New York, who are the publishers of the "Book of Knowledge" and of about five other works of reference and encyclopedic character, for which we are the exclusive distributors in New England. The company and I have made money during the past year, but of course there are publishing firms who have not, and we have succeeded only by hustling. May I add, proudly, that perhaps the quality of the books has something to do with our successes.
I am sorry not to be able to help you with the MAGAZINE at this time, but thank you for writing me, and hope you will try again. In the meantime, let me wish you success in all you attempt during the New Year. Sincerely,
DWIGHT H. ALLEN
If any of you have neglected to fill out and return the questionnaire card we sent you, please do so without further delay. It is important that the executive committee reach an early decision as to the Third Year Reunion. In the past, third year reunions have not been successful, and the College is willing that '29 forego a reunion this year, feeling that no reunion at all is better by far than a poorly-attended one which develops into a blow-out with the consequent harming of the class reputation. However, if the class itself indicates a sincere desire to gather in reunion, we shall have one and it will be good!
We have been urged to take pains to discover upon whom shall fall the honor of being announced and enshrined in our hearts as the Class Baby. For this reason we urge that that part of the questionnaire dealing with those most vital family statistics be carefully and proudly answered. The names of several claimants have been brought to our attention. We sympathize with the impatience already shown, and promise that as soon as the returns are in the announcement will be made.
There is a part of our scribal duties which we have so far failed to make mention to you since leaving Hanover. It concerns the class scrapbook, in which it is our duty to gather all newspaper clippings and printed matter concerning the activities and accomplishments of the members of the class. We remember making an announcement at one of our class dinners at Commons and mentioning the need of your cooperation in this matter. So to remind you again: whenever you run across any printed matter concerning a classmate, clip it out and send it along to us.
Secretary, 20 Prescott St., Cambridge, Mass.
