Class of 1929
In the midst of the one and only blizzard of the season to date eighteen of your brother bucks trailed out from the Cambridge gathering spot to the cozy delights of a steak feast before the roaring fireplace of the Outing Club cabin in Groton. The party was run by the Dartmouth Outing Club of Boston with Herb McCreery acting as publicity man and chief organizer. The food was cooked by one of those rare snow-and-dough-in-the-blood Outing Clubbers whose baked potatoes are cooked through soft and mealy and whose disdain for bakery-cooked pastry results in pumpkin pies of their own creation, and all to the shame of the professional cooks. It was a cold night, cold as Hanover used to be, and Willie Coles nearly froze to death. Orr and Rogers sat at opposite sides at about the mid-section of the long table, and with their story-telling and what not the meal was over all too quickly. A couple of unexpectedly welcome members of the party were Joe O'Leary and Mike Ferrini, both on the loose for the present. Mike can be reached at 169 Madison St., Portsmouth, N. H. Joe's permanent mailing address is 10 Swan St., Lawrence, Mass. In addition to those already mentioned the following braved the storm: Phil Rising, Ben Leavitt, Ted Palmer, Paul Kelsey, Hank Stein, George Naylor, Herb Levy, Hi Liss, Nat Barrows, Bing Carter, Bernie Berman, Brooks White.
After the dishes had been cleared off and we had listened to the benefits and enjoyments to be had as members of the Club, Wampum Chief Rogers sat on the back of his chair and exposed a great secret—we are going to stage a '29 reunion and dinner for those located within striking distance of Boston early in February. We have been thinking the idea over for some time now, and here it is as approved with quite enough enthusiasm by those present at the Groton feed: The Brae Burn Country Club in Newton with all its facilities for outdoor and indoor winter sports will be thrown open on the given Saturday afternoon to members of the class, who can skate, ski, play hockey, and toboggan for a very small charge each. In the evening dinner will be served at moderate price, and after Heap Big Chief Orr has concluded his oratory and the pipe of peace is circulating freely, there will be a movie show, the like of which has never before been witnessed. In fact, brothers, the class movies will be shown depicting you as you were nigh unto four years ago, beardless and careless, brow and trousers creaseless. You wouldn't miss that if you were within striking distance of Boston would you? Cards will be sent out announcing the date once it is definitely set.
Here is a letter that came in to Herb McCreery in answer to an invitation to the above mentioned Outing Club feed.
INDUSTRIAL CREDIT CORPORATION OF NEW ENGLAND
205-soB SUN BUILDING, LOWELL, MASS.December 9, 1932
One glance at the top right of this letterhead (office hours, Saturday 9 A.M. to IP.M. and 7 P.M. to 9 P.M. Ed. note) andyou can readily see why I can't attend theget-together next Saturday eve. Those twohours are very busy ones for me and Ican't possibly get off, perhaps due to thefact that I've been fairly successful inlanding a responsible position, or positions,I should say, and that demands my presence here in our home office.
For Bill Andres' information and anyothers of the ones I knew, including yourself, at school, I am not only supervisor ofthe above company, with three offices inMassachusetts, and two in Rhode Island,but am a director, member of the executivecommittee and assistant treasurer of thecorporation. Recently I acquired a financialinterest in a restaurant and sea grill herein Lowell, now being treasurer of the outfit—so you can see that I'm damnably busyin spite of these adverse times. By the wayof explanation, the Industrial CreditCorporation is a finance house, similar toHousehold Finance Corp. and others, investments and loans being our main pursuits. So much for that!
My main contact with Dartmouth menhas been through our local club, whichhas a membership of over 50—the onlyweakness in it is the scarcity of meetings,only two or three being held each year.Otherwise I have seen very few fellows, withthe exception of Dick Johnson, HarryEnders, and Dick Robin. The latter twowere traveling through Lowell with Gorham silver and a precision instrumenthouse from N. J., respectively. Dick Johnson inveigled me into buying some newclubs—l've never been able to figure outwhether he soaked me or gave me a discount!
P.S. Always "open house" either at homeor office for any '29er that gets bored orstuck in or around Lowell.
METRO-GOLD WYN-MAYER
10, Broadway, PORT-OF-SPAIN, TRINIDAD, 8.W.1. December 8, 1932
Your letter preceded by one boat thearrival of the first issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE I have seen in over a year, andI certainly was pleased to receive both.
I left the States in September, 1931, andhave been pretty much on the go ever since.My first destination after leaving NewYork was Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The mostglorious sight to this little stranger on arriving there was to see Ken Murray of theclass of '27 standing on the dock as the shippulled in. Neither of us had known of theother's whereabouts, and you can imaginethe feeling for both of us finding a fellowalumnus in that corner of the world. Moreof a thrill for me, since I was an absolutestranger and he had been there for abouteight months. He is associated with thefirm of Momsen and Harris, lawyers, inRio.
After a short stay at our branch in RioI was transferred to our office in SaoPaulo—about 500 miles from Rio. I presume that you know that our business isthe distribution of motion picture films,and I find it extremely interesting work.I had a fine time trying to do business forseveral months knowing practically nothing about Portuguese. However, by sufficient getting-about and study I acquireda fairly good knowledge of it, and managedto get along quite all right in about threemonths. Spanish certainly helped an awfullot.
At the Thanksgiving party for theAmerican Colony in Sao Paulo I met another son of Dartmouth, and also of theclass of '27. None other than "Doc" Harris.He is or was working for the National CityBank in that city. His health was not, toogood, and he returned to the States fora short stay. I believe he has returned bynow to Brazil.
I was in Sao Paulo for about sevenmonths, and then received notice to theeffect that I was to be transferred to Trinidad, my present post. I have been here forabout seven months, and have had an extremely busy and interesting time of it. Iwas assigned to the managerial positionfor the West Indies territory and haveopened a new office in Port of Spain totake care of the distribution of films forthis territory plus British, French, andDutch Guianas.
Some very interesting arguments comeup between the Britishers and the fewAmericans living in these Islands, and Icertainly have done a healthy bit of "flagwaving" during the past months.
The life of Trinidad is an extremelyquiet one, and outside of bridge and thecinema there is very little entertainment.However, liking or disliking a place depends entirely on one's friends, and I havemet enough interesting people to keephappy and avoid that rebellious feelingwhich I have seen in many young fellowswho could not adapt themselves to theirnew surroundings.
The heat here is not as terrific as wethink when we are looking at a map in aDartmouth dorm, but at times it comesvery close to being all that and more.Nevertheless, the redeeming feature ofthis place is that it unfailingly cools offat sundown and the nights are comfortableand pleasant. Regardless of this "comfort"and "pleasantness" there are many timeswhen I would give anything to dig into agood old Hanover snowfall.
Well, Bill, this is a pretty poor attemptat a letter, and I think I'll stop before itgets any worse. Give my best wishes to allthe boys in Cambridge and Hanover for aMerry Christmas and a Happy New Yearand best of luck to you.
CHARLIE GOLDSMITH.
CHARLES D. BARNEY & COMPANY
65 Broadway, NEW YORK CITY December, 1932.
It only required your letter today tobring me out of my silence, which wouldappear to be well maintained for upwardsof the past year. . . . As for myself I amstill at Barney's. This past fall I was givena new job, which seems to be going alongquite smoothly. I like it very much andam more enthusiastic about it than ever.While monetary reward at present is quiteinfinitesimal, I nevertheless am trying tooverlook that aspect. I am now doing investment counsel work, and my duties confine me mostly to railroad securities, aninteresting field at present and one whichpromises to become more so as time goeson.
I am quite surprised to find myself enjoying working to the extent that I do.Nights often find me back at the office. Ifind it keeps me from participating in unprofitable goings-on, which in any eventmust necessarily be limited due to financial incapacity. Summing it all up, I amquite satisfied with my job.
Austin and I attended a supper partylast Saturday on the new Italian liner"Conte de Savioa," a beautiful craft, andwe had quite a bit of fun. I have seenSwope on one or two occasion for lunch,which reminds me that I'm to call himagain shortly.
We have transferred our abode fromBrooklyn to 125 West 16th, N. Y. However the same personnel of the establishment prevails in the personages of Heath,Brittan, and Art Hayes. I see Cav frequently, in fact I was out there lastmight. The Class Baby is getting alongfamously, and I can only report that heis a darned fine boy.
I would suggest, Bill, that you induceyour firm to hire a secretary for you. Inotice that you leave the duty of addressing your envelopes to your wife. By theway, give her my best regards.
Well, Bill, it is getting late. Needless tosay I would like to see you both but thatpossibility appears rather remote at present. My best to the lads I know and let'shear from you.
The last time we heard of Ed Atkinson, which was early in December 1932, he was planning to get married before the new year.
EXTRA!!!
The Sensational Story of the Nuptials of the Irresistible "Why-Wait" Jaquith
(Ed. note: the following is a copy of a news item appearing in the Boston Herald of Wednesday, December 28, 1932. We regret we are unable to reproduce the picture of the bride which accompained the article.)
HARVARD LAW GRADUATE ELOPES, WEDS IN LANCASTER AT 4 A.M.
Jaquith-Cashman Ceremony Delayed byCity Clerk at Cambridge
Wait Until 2 A.M. for Permit to Wed
Lancaster, Dec. 27—The philosophy expressed in the query "why wait?" broughtMorton Comey Jaquith and Margret E.Cashman to the Unitarian Church here at4 A.M. today, when they were married bythe Rev. Frederick L. Weiss. Mr. Jaquithwas graduated from the Harvard LawSchool, after attending Dartmouth, in theclass of '32, while his bride was graduatedfrom Wellesley in 1929.
Despite the forthright philosophy opposed to waiting, the young couple wereforced to do considerable waiting for CityClerk Fred H. Burke of Cambridge, whomade out their marriage license.
When they decided in favor of immediate marriage at about 8 P.M. yesterday,they called Burke on the telephone andhe—hardened as he is to young love—in-formed them that he was going to a partyand would not be back until late.
He was as good as his word, and uponhis arrival at 2 A.M. he found Jaquith, andhis fiancee, patiently and determinedlywaiting for him. Jaquith, ready for allemergencies, displayed a written waiver ofthe five-day wedding law, the documenthaving been signed by Judge Albert F.Hayden of the Roxbury court.
Miss Cashman, a secretary in the servicebureau -of Harvard University, turned hertechnical ability to good account and typedout the marriage license under Burke'sdirection.
The eager pair then jumped intoJaquith's automobile, later roused the Rev.Mr. Weiss, and later still repeated themarital vow in the Unitarian church inwhat is probably the earliest, or latest,church wedding on record.
Mr. and Mrs. Jaquith then drove to thehome of the bridegroom's parents, Mr. andMrs. Eugene H. Jaquith, at 22 LeightonAve., Clinton, where 30 guests were quicklyassembled and celebrated the event witha wedding breakfast.
"I was not very surprised," said Mrs.Eugene Jaquith today. "They had beencontemplating marriage for some monthsand were busy furnishing their futurehome at 75 Prospect St."
Mrs. Morton Comey Jaquith is thedaughter of Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Cashmanof Newburyport. Mr. Jaquith was recentlyadmitted to the bar.
Secretary,20 Prescott St., Cambridge, Mass.
