Class of 1932
Your Secretary has recently installed himself at the above address with Messrs. Wilkin and Boncutter of your own class and one Matt Leonard '28.
Besides the weddings of Al Keyworth and Jack Hall on October 21 there also took place on that date the marriage of Aarne Frigard to Miss Barbara Chrisholm in Wrentham, Mass. On the following Saturday, in New York, Miss Natalie Walsh of Pelham was married to Bob Coltman. Mr. and Mrs. Coltman will be at home after the 15th of November at 49 Grove St., New York. On October 22, Mr. and Mrs. John P. Elton of Waterbury announced the egagement of their daughter, Miss Deborah Elton, to Art Allen, who is now studying at Harvard Business School. Through Red Kenworthy comes the information that Ken Hill was married last summer and is now preparing to take his M.A. in French at Harvard, but I have had no particulars from Ken. I tried to track down Bill Sumner and his bride of last July, the former Miss Jeanette Swenson, sister of John Swenson, but that couple have recently moved to Boston and are residing there at 2 Poplar Place.
Rumors from various sources: Ted Monell tells a story about Bob Smith's taking a plane into the interior of Alaska, descending there with orders to the pilot that he should come back in two years. Rog Brown is working in Kresge's in Detroit. Johnny Watts is studying at Swarthmore for an M.A. Al Rose is with McGrawHill, book publishers, in New York. Johnny Thompson is selling Lady Pepperell sheets in the same city. Jim Shevlin is with the Agricultural Adjustment Administration at 45 Broadway, New York. Hosmer is on a six weeks' foc'sle cruise to South America. Howdy Pierpont is working for the Equitable Life in New York. Bob Riddell came up from Louisville for the Yale game and has gone back to Kentucky to take over a new job. I was at the Bowl on October 4 and saw many familiar faces, although one or two, such as George Bladworth, had assumed disguises of one sort or another and can't be reported on. Ed Judd bore tidings from Boston, which I give you in the form of a letter he had written the week before.
"Just about once a year I get around totaking up my none-too-agile pen to reportwhat little I know of Dartmouth '32 goingson.
"To begin with, all five of us are still inmore or less good graces here at HarvardMed.: Ted Truex, Tom Dublin, LesMeister, Barney Todd, and myself—the firstfour in order having done quite well bythemselves scholastically. As transfers intothe third year from Dartmouth MedicalSchool we have welcomed Deac Campbelland Ben Read, who have picked up a yearon us by exerting stronger power of will inthe year 1931, and entering medicine theninstead of basking in that never-to-be-forgotten Rest Cure and general Good FunClub better known as senior year in Dartmouth.
"I had a call from Johnny (in the nameof the class) Wright the other day. He looksmighty fine and is keeping 1932 roundedup in Greater Boston. At that very momenthe had plans for a picnic, which I was atthe last moment unable to attend but whichEllie Jump (Harvard Dental School) saidturned out to be the nuts. If you will allowme to momentarily lapse into shop-talk,I'll explain my absence as due to the factthat I was doing some autopsy work onthat particular afternoon. [Sorry, Johnny.]
"I bumped into Bill Sumner downtown.He gave up the drab humdrum of yourown New York and answered the more alluring call of our own Hub of the Universe. He had plans to meet John Swensonsomewhere, so I just saw him for a moment.
"The Harvard week-end has been addedto the things of the past. I didn't have timeto get into it with both feet the way weused to, but I managed to see the game. Theonly persons I had a glimpse of there wereStan Yudicky, who looks just the same asever, and Bob Buckley, who had a hat on.In front of the Copley-Plaza I had justtime to say hello and 'Are you going to thegame?' to Art Moreau."
Reminiscing, Otto goes on: "After plowing through exams here (lastspring) I set out for Hanover to rest. ThereI met up with one Dick Hazen, and welolled about in somewhat uneasy fashion,trying to get used to all the new faces. Wewent to the Nugget and we swam at Fairlee and Morey. We even drove down to'Hamp and went through all those manoeuvres again. It was fun, but it was a bitdepressing to see all the old haunts butnone of the old people. We left after acouple of days.
"During the summer I saw Jack ("PrayerMeeting") Hollern, Jack McCrae, and LeonWarner on several occasions. One sunnyafternoon the Dartmouth Alumni Association of those northern parts held a gathering on the Mayo yacht on the river Mississippi. Doerr, Warner, and McCrae werethere, but never made the boat; they nevergot past the beer barrels.
"I heard via a girl who knows SmoggerGould that the St. Paul Terror is still inthat region and is making strides in somesort of industry. Okie O'Keefe told me thatFlash MacPhail is still ferreting out scandalitems for one of the local news bulletins.I haven't heard much about those ol' debbils Eliot (John Visscher, that is) and JohnBrett. I imagine the latter is still worryinghow he's going to get all "A's" in WesternReserve Medical School.
"I made a truly honest attempt to get intouch with Keller this summer. Having anopportunity to make a trip to Oklahoma, Iwrote John just before leaving home, toexpect me in that territory. On arriving Ifound awaiting me a typical Keller telegram. Among other things it slated:'Okmulgee to Tulsa to Gainesville to Eversto Chance, where lazy Gainesville bones gotme.' All of that must mean that he is nowsettled in Gainesville, Texas, so I missedhim by about three hundred and sixty-sixmiles of desert driving.
"On my annual cruise East in SeptemberI planned my manoeuvres to include staying at the Hosmer homestead in Syracuse.I was fortunate to find Windblown Bobhome just long enough to persuade him togo to Hanover with me. This time we were truly impressed but even more deeply depressed,practically weeping in our beerover the New Deal for Dartmouth. In fact,at one of the freshman dorm battles, areally knock-down-drag-out affair, Hoz andI were mistaken for men of the class of1936. I admit we look well preserved, butwe surely had to talk 'fast to ward off thatbloodthirsty gang of freshmen. We gotaround it by suggesting that they would allget bids if they left us alone."
Chuck Hall sends in a letter from the Collateral Loan Department of the Cleveland Trust Company, where he is now employed, having gotten his M.C.S. from Tuck School last June. He says that Johnny Prentiss is working across the street from him at Pickands-Mather, and that Jay Whitehair, in addition to bossing his own insurance business, is coaching the ends at University School and fathering his small red-headed child. Dutch Wollaeger and his sister sail from Naples on the first of November, and plan to spend a week-end with Johnny and Gus Zimmerman, preceding thence to Hanover to stay with Jim Gillespie.
Joe Perrino writes from Harvard Business School, where he is a first-year man, that he sees Nate Pearson and Julie Hobson occasionally, and Joe Fanelli at the Law School often. Bill Britten was seen in Middletown, N. Y., selling 3.2 liquors, last summer.
Joe Sawyer is working for the Ecksol Sales Corp. in Hartford, marketing a flashy display window-lighting unit which develops a "high visual acuity," according to the description that Joe sent me.
I called to see Walser at Gimbel's after receiving a letter from him, and found him back at his old job in the towel and linen department. The letter describes some of his recent activities, one of which is especially quotable:
"I got a summer job as athletic directorfor one of the C. C. C. camps. I had to goto Fort Slocum for a period of lecturetraining, and much to my consternationfound out that I was enrolled as a regularC. C. C. man headed for Idaho with abunch of tough New York thugs. To topit all off, I wasn't allowed to go off theisland but once a month, and was getting$32 a month instead of $60. It was all quitea mess and I had to do something quick,so naturally (and very easily) got myselfinto a jam and was thrown into the brig(I don't know the army term for gaol). Iwas locked up for three steaming days withthirteen others for the minor offense ofswimming without my lights. After threedays of hell—as I only had my shorts forclothing—l decided to leave, and quit theC. C. C. for greener pastures."
The greener pastures, he goes on to say, meant a lifeguard's job, with fighting sharks and things. In addition to his work at Gimbel's Whip is preparing to go into army aviation.
I saw Dutch Litzenberger, who has been coaching the ends in Hanover this fall, hurrying into the Yale Bowl with an unusually preocupied air—and well might he have it! The local press reports that Bill Morton was up in the hills before the Princeton game, imparting some of his well-known skill at tossing the pigskin to the boys in green.
Secretary,2 Beekman Place New York
