CLASS OF 1923
This, gentlemen, is the last time you'll read anything in this column until next October—that is, if you remember to resubscribe to this sheet next fall, when the presses' start throbbing again.
Two more of the six-hundred-odd young bucks who rubbed shoulders together for the first time at Hanover in the fall of 1919 have left us. Howie Rockefeller died in Los Angeles a year ago last May, and we had no word until the other day, and have no other details. Frank Almy died April 14 this year in Fall River. If someone who knows the circumstances of either of these deaths will let us know, we will appreciate it.
Ed Lyle sent your correspondent some news a while back, and here it is:
Shall we begin with Ed himself, just for fun? All right! Let's go! Ed is with Frigidaire in the Boston territory as sales supervisor.
John Wylie, insurance man, calls Wilkinsburg, Pa., home.
Johnny Meehan (rarely reported before in this column) has been newly located at 269 Smith Ave., Kingston, N. Y. John's married (Marie is the gal's name) and works for the Central Hudson Power Co. as district manager.
Dick Montague reports for a New York sheet.
Al Pianca (another new face!) teaches Romance languages at Hanover.
Al Pierce, still in wool in Boston. Here's something worth knowing about!
A successful grocer! Name: Paul Pletke. Address: Winona, Minn.
Bert Prouty is a Brockton lumber merchant, along with heavy exertion with
frequent golf and bridge workouts. Jerry Riley runs a coal business in North Attleboro.
Lew Ross, the dominating guy with the deep bass voice, is still a Manchester, N. H., furniture tycoon. (I know his voice still booms, because I heard it boom a year or two ago in Chicago, but I'm only guessing about the tycoon part of the story.)
Ted Shapleigh is a department store executive in Providence, and doubtless has long since forgotten, in the hurly-burly of budgets and bustles, those dreamy afternoons down in Atlanta when he was introduced to Southern hospitality in a large way. (We wonder if Frank Heep et al. recall the story?)
Charley Cooley, the authority on matters matrimonial, is developing his thesis at first hand in Springfield, Mass.
Ed Crowley is comptroller for the Boston street car outfit, Eastern Mass. Street Bailways. Lives in Lynn.
Hank Cutler is the local banker in Barton, Vt. Still single, girls.
Ed Fairbanks is doing a whale of a job as sales manager of a knitting mill in Westboro. Ted Gaver purveys findings to the shoe trade, etc., in St. Paul, Minn., and was looking very dapper indeed a month or so ago when he dropped in to chew the fat with your correspondent.
Howie Bartlett, 104 Holden Green, Cambridge, Mass., has been teaching history at M. I- T., after a year or so in the dry goods racket.
Rog Billings is vice-president of the Fraternal Insurance Co. of Boston. Married— two children.
Harold H. Bishop, we're told, has a beautiful wife in Rochester, Minn.
Was glad to get this letter recently from Sherm Baldwin:
THE BELL COMPANY Worsted Manufacturers Worcester, Massachusetts March 21, 1932 Dear Metz:
Two major changes in my status the last 18 months. (1)—In December, 1930, I moved to Worcester to take a position (???) with the above company. It is somewhat the same line as my first job with the Swift Wool Co. in Boston, although this is in the manufacturing end rather than the raw material end I was -connected with before. (2)—A daughter, Sally, born January 17, 1931. Our other sprout, Sherman Lyon, born March 1, 1932, I am sure I broadcasted previously.
Also, although about seven months late on the trigger, I submit a good letter from George McKee:
THERIAULT & HUNT
43 State St., Montpelier, Vermont
Nov. 17, 1931
Dear Metz:
In the last three years I've been bearing down on the law books and had to ignore all correspondence, yours included, I'm sorry to say, but now the smoke has cleared away and I'm happy to relate that I successfully passed the Vermont bar exams (the only "bar" I ever passed), and am now- associated with the above firm practicing here in the old home town. This is quite a change from being a representative of Schraffts, but I enjoy it a lot better.
Sorry to say I'm not married—my stomach has made me look the way I do.
I spent my vacation at the auld game, and fortunately won for the third time the Vermont state championship at the Rutland Country Club—a singular honor, as no one ever won it more than once—by the way, I had to beat a good Dartmouth '28 man to get it, and what a finish—my opponent missed a three-foot putt on the 36th green to end it- WOW!
Sincerely, GEO. R. MCKEE
I have been bombarded with newspaper clippings about Frank Doten's recent promotion. Here is the story from the Boston Herald:
"Franklin F. Doten, for the past four years assistant to the general manager of the New England division of the Frigidaire Corporation, has taken over new duties in the executive department of the national organization at Dayton, Ohio, under H. W. Newell, vice-president in charge of sales, his former chief in the Boston headquarters. Mr. Doten's rise to a position of responsibility has been rapid. He entered the employ of the local Frigidaire company in November, 1926, as a canvasser, and speedily won success as a salesman. He then did general office work and was soon promoted to the sales promotion division. He was advanced to the position of assistant to the manager in July, 1928. Mr. Doten's home has been in Somerville. He is thirty years old and was graduated from Dartmouth College in 1923."
Until next fall, then, gentlemen! A pleasant summer to you all, and if you get too low in your minds we recommend Vash Young's "A Fortune to Share." The end.
Secretary, 328 N. Sheridan Rd., Highland Park, Ill.
