Class of 1928
Well, here we are at this thing again. With ALUMNI MAGAZINE going to press it's fairly certain that summer is over—not only that, but another gentle harbinger of fall put in its appearance the other day —football ticket applications. So it looks like we'd have to stop moping around and start writing this and that for you guys.
But before we get under way we want to incite you to kick in with two dollars for a subscription to this MAGAZINE. For one thing, the class couldn't possibly afford to supply you each month with news of your friends in the class if it weren't for the fact that the MAGAZINE is only too glad to present us with the space. And aside from the class news the other articles on various phases of the College's history and present activities are well worth the subscription price for the entertainment they give. These things are not exactly unknown to you, yet our percentage of subscribers last year was fantastically small. It seems to require a mighty effort to finally get that small bill in the mail. However, with the NRA insisting on your spending until it hurts-discard your consumer resistance if only long enough to get two dollars in the mail addressed to A 1 Frey.
The reunion was quite a success. About seventy inebriates equipped with about twelve wives turned up on Friday and Saturday and proceeded immediately to get into the spirit of the thing. The clan gathered at Richardson and one of the local dispensers was induced to roll in a barrel of the new beer. The situation was soon well in hand. Saturday morning dawned ominously bright and cheery, but in spite of the intermittent showers in the late morning, we came through in the last chuckker and nosed 1923 out of a ball name which had its hair raising moments. The parade in the P.M. ended at the ball game with Cornell. When the crowd finally got hungry there was an exodus to the Loch Lyme Cabins, where they tossed out some fancy food to the boys. That put away, the old class movies were shown at the Science Building, and then election revealed Jack Phelan, president, Lanky Langdell, vice-president, Jack McLaughlin, treasurer—and you can't seem to get rid of a fellow named Milliken. Later in the evening everybody in Hanover appeared at our dance with 'l3, 'lB, and '23 at the Trophy Room. Sunday it rained, and the picnic for which there had been many fancy plans had to be held in the corridors of Richardson. Thereafter the College activities began to be numerous, and the class confined itself to intermittent but well attended sessions of that Spanish pastime called tossing the torro. But this is only supposed to be a brief summary- the grand expose will come off any day now when Stew Hoagland has oiled up his presses for the sth year report.
As for news, let's see—that old bandit dodger George Bell still hangs out at Tientsin, China, where he dispenses Socony-Vacuum products to bewildered Chinamen.
Jack Phelan and I wandered in on Bob Edgar and his wife a couple of weeks ago, had a glass of his beer, and listened to his experiences in the railroad business. Bob had just located another apartment at 41 Grozier Road in Cambridge, and they were in the midst of other transportation problems.
We've heard that Charlie Hunt is division manager for Ivanhoe Foods at Utica, N. Y.
Guess we haven't told you about Rufe Munsell's small daughter—the young lady put in an appearance last June 4, tipping the scales at 7 lbs. 10 oz., and her name is Joanne Grace.
A 1 Fusonie, as you know, has been at the Taft School, Watertown, Conn., ever since 1928, and is now head of the German department and coach of football and hockey. A 1 has spent the last three summers studying at German universities, and has lost only two football games in the last three years, undefeated in two seasons. The hockey teams seldom have lost more than one game a season and have supplied Harvard, Yale, and Princeton with some of their best men—three boys are letter men at Yale, one has made a letter at Princeton, and one is on the Harvard J. V. team. So it looks pretty much as if our friend A 1 still takes a passing interest in athletics. Myles Lane spent the summer here in New York working in Basil O'Connor's law office, and spent several evenings with me. He expects to return to Boston in the fall to play hockey and continue at law school. His youngest brother seems to be keeping up the tradition—while still a lieshman at Harvard this year he won a straight H in the post-season track meet (with Oxford and Cambridge, I believe)— furthermore, he plays football disgustingly well, and we'll regret to see him on the other side of the line this fall. Myles' father passed away in August after an illness of many years. His major interests in recent years were centered in the athletic successes of his sons—he was a great hockey enthusiast, and no one was more pleased with the youngest Lane's track letter than he.
That's all for now—have to save the rest for next time.
Secretary, Wm. Iselin & Cos., 357 Fourth Ave. New York
