Class of 1931

Indicted again! And I wanted so much not to miss a single issue this year. Well, it wouldn't do much good to alibi about it, although I did send my material in only two days late. Once upon a time in a little town in New Hampshire—Hanover, it was —I remember feeling very, very low about having missed something. And some dear friend brought me back to my senses with a quaint little remark to the effect that "that's life!"

Quie a turnout of Thirty-oners at the Dartmouth Club in New York for a playby-play description of the Harvard-Dartmouth game: Johnny Milos, who is still teaching out in Pelham; Chuck Briggs, still Wall Streeting; Charlie, the old McAllister, still insurancing (and planning a Thirtyone party in New York—look for the postal announcement soon); Frank McCord, whose eye is back again; Les Klein—dunno what he's doing; Ned Rosen wants to be doing something; George Acheson (without Geegee, his new wife); Tower Snow, still at it (guess what); Jim Gorrie, just down from the little New England hamlet and says he thinks he'll try New York for awhile; Jack Weatherley, the roomie, unexpectedly back from a flying trip up state; said he saw Beanny Thorn, who's doing no end of all right in Hudson, N. Y.

Joe Barrington, the trotter of trotters, has settled down to a little light North American Dye Worksing in Mt. Vernon, N. Y. He's living in New Rochelle, N. Y., however. He and Dick Holbrook took a trip up to Bridgeport, Conn., where they interviewed the O'Neill. Anything for the press?

Saw many, many familiar faces at New Haven, but you know the Yale Bowl; one doesn't get much chance to see a great deal of any one person.

Cey Harris has moved a little bit eastward; he can now be reached at 918 Noyes St., Evanston, Ill.

Will Hayes is doing exhibition squash matches these days at the Dartmouth Club in New York. This in addition to running a business and a home.

One sees Frank Hodson occasionally; he's still in the coffee business, and living in New Jersey.

Henry Johnson and his bride are in Providence, R. I. Henry is with the National Biscuit Company there.

Dan Denham is in New York with Kress & Company.

Bob Biesel, otherwise known as Snooks, is with the Chase Bank in New York, preparing for a foreign office job. Played some tennis with Snooks not long ago; he's quite the tenniser.

Forrie Norris was in town not long ago. He called it business, and maybe it was. Goppo is with his father these days and doing very well. He still calls Cambridge his home.

Ken Todd is in New York, living in an apartment up around 83d St.

Haven't heard from Tom Patterson since he was married, although I'm told he's back in Dayton, Ohio.

And that reminds me, there are quite a few letters this column would welcome. As the dean of columnists would say, "That means you, and you, and you." What does a secretary have to do to get you guys to write? Whatever it is, I'll do it, if I can find out what it is. Perhaps a little radio technique might help. You know, tear off the top flap of your oldest shirt—send it together with your name and address to 10 Mitchell Place, New York City, and in a few weeks anything is apt to happen. On the level though, your scribe will make you this proposition: One buck on the line to the donor of the most interesting snapshot for these columns—how's that? Contest closes January 1, 1934. Judgment, as usual, will be final.

FLASH! Durf Day is opening another J. C. Penny store out in San Francisco; he lives there for the nonce at 325 Sutter St.

Charlie Sumner is a medical student at 3583 Hutchinson St., Montreal, Canada.

Art Spiegel reports himself in the mail order business at 600 Fulton St., in Chicago, 111.

Steve Hall is with W. T. Grant Co., 58 E. Fordham Road, New York City.

Whit Whittinghill is at the University of Michigan studying zoology. You know Whit was an instructor in Zoo in Hanover the past couple winters.

Art Boardman is with the Irving Trust Company at 1 Wall St., New York City.

Frank Quinn sells for the Union Fork & Hoe Cos., 253 Broadway, New York City.

Bill Mclntyre is with Hvgrade Sylvania Corporation of Salem, Mass. His address is Dock Lodge, Front St., Marblehead, Mass. This is a surprise, Bill. It happens that our firm (Cecil, Warwick, & Cecil) handle their advertising.

Finally we get a word from Ted Dabrowski. He says he's a chemist, and he can be reached at 24a Canal St., Westerly, R. I.

Charlie Rhetts, the old debater, is another Thirty-oner in Law School at Harvard.

Freddie Slaughter is doing sales promotion work for Sears Roebuck Co. in Chicago. His address is 233 N. Elmwood Ave., Oak Park, 111.

And believe it or not, here's another classmate working for one of our clients (we do not have very many—consequently my astonishment). Steve Williams is with the Gulf Refining Company in their Boston office. He's doing statistical work, and he lives at 217 Hoi den St., Cambridge, Mass. (Say, Steve, how do you like Will Rogers?)

Bill Walker is a competitor of Hank Johnson's; he's with the Loose-Wiles Biscuit Company in Boston. You can probably get him easier at 38 Brown St., Maynard, Mass., because he's out selling most of the time.

Hank McCarthy is also with Hygrade Sylvania in Salem. He's a radio engineer. Hank resides at 45 A Chase St., Danvers, Mass.

Johnny Davis is with the New Hamp shire Mills in Manchester, N. H.

Only recently did we hear about the unfortunate passing awiy of Howie Harvey. Howie was a great ball player; fast enough to be called the Whippet; and batted with the best of them. We'll miss him at reunions. I did a lot of things with Howie in college, and it's kind of hard to think of him this way. He was a grand fellow—the kind that Dartmouth is always proud to call hers. The College and Nineteen Thirty-One can pay no finer tribute than to be thankful for having known him.

Don't forget the snapshot contest, and if you cannot supply the postage for a note with only a few lines in it, send it along anyway, and we'll take care of the stamp on this end.

I feel rather badly about missing the November issue, especially because I'd written some sloppy line about a pleasant Thanksgiving. Anyway, I hope you had one. And here are some more good wishes for a swell Christmas, and may 1934 bring you all you hope for.

Secretary, 10 Mitchell PI. New York