CLASS OF 1921
For the first time in three years ye sec. got to the annual secretaries' meeting in Hanover this spring, and we beg to report that the College certainly had a fine week-end laid out for us and that this secretary for one had had the best sort of a time. The affair was held May 6 and 7, and there was something doing every minute for the major part of the two days. The result was that we did not get a chance to do one thing on which we had planned, and that was to have a chat with every Twenty-oner on the faculty. However, we did run into a couple of the '2l faculty men on the street; George Frost for one, and the other was Nels Smith. George is an assistant professor of English, and according to our vision, looks very little changed from the undergraduate days of eleven years ago. He is still unmarried, dwells in bachelor quarters up over the Howe Library, where he proved himself an excellent host to at least one visiting fireman, and he still performs once in a while behind the footlights. He had a part in a production of "Trial by Jury," staged in Hanover during the winter.
Nels has been on a leave of absence from the College all this present semester and has been out of Hanover most of the time. In fact, when we saw him, he said he had only been back a couple of days. He has spent a large amount of time the last few months in Washington, where he has given considerable testimony in connection with the Government hearings on the proposed railroad trunk line consolidations. Nels has become a prominent expert on railroad finance, and we don't mean maybe, either. The rest of the time Nels has been out at Ann Arbor, doing some research work, and he plans to return to the University of Michigan again this summer to do some more work of the same sort.
We also saw two other Twenty-oners while we were in town, Jack Hubbell and Fat Childs. Fat drove up from Manchester, N. H., to see the doubleheader with Yale Saturday afternoon, and we had a chat with him between the games. Fat is now in the insurance game in Manchester, and he reported that his old side-kick Johnny Sullivan was keeping plenty busy prosecuting for Hillsborough county, and that while he hadn't been able to run up with Fat for the games, they both promised to be in Hanover for Commencement.
Jack was up for C. and G. banquet Saturday night and a little golf on the side. He reported having seen some of the Chicago '21 crowd at a Dartmouth luncheon on his last trip to the Windy City, for the famous Simmons Bed outfit. He stated that besides himself Bill Embree, Ned Price, Ken Thomas, Val Grundman, and Al Laffey were at the affair.
Speaking of Chicago, Ken Thomas has just written us that the gang out there had their spring dinner late in April. Only five men were out, Bill Embree, Harry Mosser, Al Laffey, Dick Hart, and Ken, but Ken reports a good time was had by all anyway. Incidentally Ken is now connected with a firm of news paper representatives, the John Budd Co., as an advertising salesman. His offices are in the Tribune Tower, and at night he dwells at 604 Michigan Ave., Evanston.
Harvey Burton, who has been a buyer for the Bamberger department store in Newark, N. J., recently joined the firm of R. H. Macy & Co. in New York in a similar capacity.
And now to switch back to Hanover and the secretaries' meeting a moment, at the dinner Saturday night in the new Tuck School dining hall (and say, you gentlemen of Tuck School will wish you could have gone there ten years late when you get a look at the school's new plant), the Secretaries Association made awards for the best class secretaries and the best secretaries of alumni groups, and among those receiving honorable mention in the latter division was Don Mix, secretary of the Worcester, Mass., Association. Unfortunately Don didn't get up for the meeting this year, so we had no opportunity to extend the congratulations of the class to him, but we do so now most heartily.
Incidentally Frank Horan '22 was elected president of the Secretaries Association for the coming year.
Ye sec. is most grateful this month for two letters from Twenty-oners. One is from this pillar's old stand-by, "Charlie" Stickney of Boston, financial writer on Barron's, TheNational Financial Weekly, and the other is from the Pacific Coast from Jack Garfein. Charlie writes as follows:
"Bumped into Lorin Goulding in the Hub recently. He was on from Buffalo on business. 'Gouklie' appeared to be right in the pink. (Lorin, ye sec. might add, is in the fire insurance game in Buffalo, having shifted there from his old home town of Boston within the past year.)
"I was out in Cleveland a short time ago and saw Joe Schultz. Joe's health hasn't been of the best in the past few years, and he was away from Cleveland for a while, taking a rest, but he's back on the job again now with his first love,the Central United National Bank of Cleveland, which incidentally boasts of being the largest national bank in the state of Ohio. Joe is branch auditor for the outfit, and divides his time, he says, about 50-50 between the several branches and the main banking quarters on Euclid Ave."
And here's what Jack has to report: "Greetings from the Twenty-oners beside the Pacific Coast's Golden Gate.
"We had our annual blow-out Friday, April 22, in the San Francisco Drake Hotel. There were about seventy alumni out, and our class has five members present, the largest number of any one class.
"Al Dunn, engineer for Rocky Mountain Park, still smoking his Sherlock Holmes pipe, fortunately was in San Francisco and of course was there.
"Rudie Blesh (whom I hadn't seen since graduation) was on hand also and has promised to stage a little '21 reunion at his home in the very near future.
"Guy Wallick, who helps to run the Pacific Telephone and Telegraph Co., also helped to make the dinner a success.
"And I suppose that I ought to have mentioned the next personage first, for it was none other than 'Bed' Kerlin, who took up his duties as sales manager for the National Carbon Co. in charge of seven Southwest states about three weeks ago. He has been a regular attendant at our Monday luncheons ever since his arrival. He is still single, but I fear that after he has run down to Los Angeles and Hollywood once or twice he may get ensnared. (Ed. note. We still have some good-lookers in little old New York, Jack, and he escaped them.)
"And of course the fifth member of the great assemblage was yours truly.
"The afternoon of the banquet 'Red' Kerlin, Carl Brooks '22, and myself made up ¾ of a foursome. The scores are not for publication. Our accurate drives, iron shots and putts were at the mercy of an exceedingly high wind.—almost a gale.—Well, we had to have some excuse.
"By the way, any Twenty-oner who comes to San Francisco should make it a point to drop in on our weekly luncheon on Monday at the Elks Club. He will always find at least one member of the class in attendance.
"Regards to all, "JACK GARFEIN"
And now it is with sincere regret that we have to announce the death of "Sherry" Sherwood, who passed away at San Francisco, March 20. A more complete notice of his going is to be found in another column of this MAGAZINE.
There is still time to help the class make the grade in the Alumni Fund campaign. If so far you've failed to put your shoulder to the wheel, won't you step up now and give it the biggest push you can? We know that these are far from easy times, but it's the mass effort that counts, and we need that final push of yours.
With this issue we are closing up this column until next October. In the meantime we give you our solemn promise that the class report will be in your hands long before you hear from us here again. And it will arrive there with ye sec.'s sincere apologies for hav- ing taken so long. So here's for a happy summer and a fine vacation for you all.
Secretaryy 7 Lotus Road, New Rochelle, N. Y.
