CLASS OF 1919

There continues to be a serious depression in news, which reached a new all time low last month when there was zero. It hardlyseemed worth while to use up the valuable white space of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE just to call this to the attention of our innumerable interested readers.

This month finds the situation much improved. We got a letter from Tracy Kohl. The letter-head is Kohl and Prager, advertising, merchandising, 43 East Ohio St., Chicago, 111. He states that he bought out Prager's interest in the agency the first of the year. He also informs us that Bill Warner is still in Chicago, and that he very remarkably continues as manufacturer of Liberty right through the change in ownership and management. Further, Trace says that Larry Milligan, whom we last heard of years ago as with the Ladies' Home Journal, has just been made vice-president of Henri, Hurst, and McDonald—for those who don't know, one of our larger Western advertising agencies.

The main reason for Tracy's letter, however, was to enclose a clipping of the whole front page of the Chicago Herald Examiner, across which in large black type is, "Professor Traps 3 in Plot." We are not up on the pranks of Chicago racketeers, and the whole thing is rather confusing to us, but the story under this seven-column head seems to be that three of Chicago's best tried a little fancy extortion of some kind on Professor Jerome G. Kerwin, who has these many years answered to the call of Nineteen Up, and that Jerry, using the old squash overtime, neatly trapped the bunch.

Our Jerome G. is referred to as a member of the political science faculty of the University of Chicago who is nationally known as an educator and an author.

It is interesting to note in passing as a commentary on the Chicago situation, that the officers who made the arrest had their car stolen while doing so. James Robotham Jewett, son of Mr. and Mrs. James Jewett of 141 Elizabeth St., Hartford, Conn., was born November 6,1931.

We were more than a little disturbed at the news that Drane and Rand had decided to close their doors, and find some line of activity that was somewhat more depressionproof. Drane and Rand was always more than a store to us. It represented a sort of sanctuary in big, heartless New York—a place where one could duck in to cash a check, or hide from a pursuing policeman or gunman—the one place in New York where you could count on a bit of Nineteen news and where the chances were you would find at least two Nineteeners from west of the Mississippi and Stewie Russell at any given time. We shall miss this haven of friendliness and inexhaustible source of informationwe shall miss Champ Clements' irresistible selling technique, he being willing at all times to match you double or nothing and always willing to throw in a good sixtycent necktie if you bought three suits with two pairs of pants each. We wish Paul and Mai all the luck in the world, and we feel sure we express the sentiment of the class when we say the old shop will be missed.

Secretary,87 State St., Framingham Center, Mass.