Class of 1919
Yesterday the football applications arrived, today just a small grate fire felt good on the back of the neck as we downed OUT bacon and eggs, tomorrow, the son and heir announces the opening of school. All of which reminds us that the summer has went and that it's time to get out that big pile of notes and go to work on things for the class to read.
We intend this year to be a red hot secretary, shooting stuff out right and left, pulling news out of people who have had no news for fifteen years, and generally getting everyone all stirred up. For next June is the big June-the Flamboyant Fifteenth -and we want at least 450 back, not counting wives and assorted offspring.
NEWS
First off, from the Coast comes the tiding (and we don't for a minute believe it) that F. H. McCrea got himself a cup for playing golf. We quote, "Now be advised that another good golfer early in May brought home a beautiful flight winner cup in the Claremont Country Club championships at Oakland, Frederick H. McCrea '19." If McCrea can arrange to be in Hanover next June we will spot him the yardage of each hole on that jerk Claremont course and play him for a case of Del Monte peaches a hole.
Occasionally when we get fed up with running over women and children and leave in decent time to get the 5:4.5 train, we meet Rock Hayes plodding methodically down to the South Station. Rock is still a sales manager with Paine, Webber & Cos., lives out on the edge of Brae Burn, and is still the handsomest man in the class.
Along the middle of August, when things were getting pretty hot and bothersome in the stuffy old city, Max and Helen Norton had the Davises down to their summer estate at Wallis Sands. It is a grand spot—a swell house right on the ocean's edge with all the comforts of a sth Ave. mansion. Max gave us a thorough lesson in relaxing. For several summers he has made a study of it in this same spot, and for plain and fancy beach lying we have never seen his equal. He said something about chopping wood, but we didn't even see an axe. But we did have an
elegant week-end. Louie Munro has spent a good part of the summer vacationing here and there. Part of his attentions were devoted to the Eastern Shore of Maryland, and while scampering about he encountered, not surprisingly, that greatest of all scamperers about, Norm Jeavons.
While in New York earlier in the summer we stopped down to see Paisley and found no one at home. We appealed to a neighbor, who volunteered to head up a searching party up and down the street. Finally we saw Paisley sitting in one of the near-by houses. As we walked up the steps we yelled, "Hey, Squirt!" thinking to get the Pais without disturbing his hostess, only to hear Hattie's very much disgusted voice say, "There's someone calling Squirt—it must be some old friend of yours, Bob."
Hawka Hawks had no sooner moved into a grand house in Framingham Center, a tenant subject to sale, than all precedents of the last few years were broken and the house was sold. He got sore and moved off to West Falmouth for the summer, but he's due back next week.
One very bad bit of news. Louie Rector, after putting up the gamest fight a'gainst sickness for several years—and winning, was killed in an accident this summer. The class sent flowers, and Mose Robinson, who is in writes as follows, "Theclass of 1919 xvas represented at Louie'sfuneral by Sam Ewart, Ben Wiley, JoeEisaman, and Jim Wilson. Louie's brotherwent down to Atlanta after the funeraland has not returned yet. When he does,I shall probably learn more of the accident and I will let you know. It was avery sad occasion for Louie's many friendsin Pittsburgh."
BIG CONTEST
As announced on the card we sent out urging you to subscribe to this very excellent magazine, we are running a big contest, the prize for winning the which will be a ABSOLUTELY FREE trip to the Fascinating Fifteenth for you and your wife and as many children as you can get in up to next June. The contest is VERY simple. That 'i9er who can supply the Secretary with enough news, neatly typed (double space), so that we do not have to lay finger to typewriter or stir up the starving little brain between now and next June wins in a walk. In case two or more contestants tie for the prize it will be awarded to the Secretary. Entry fee one subscription to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, and entering is compulsory. Send your $2.00 to Hanover right now and get a year's subscription. The reunion committee is meeting on the full of the moon, and the next issue will include some of the weird plans, including a very neat scheme we have for makiiTsr it cost you practically nothing.
Secretary, 87 State St., Framingham Center, Mass.
