Class of 1929
What a party, what oratory, what a show! Who knew before that memorable evening that Richard the Righteous could rise to the occasion and rival Dudley Demosthenes Orr in simplicity of style, forthrightness of delivery, and surpassing beauty of rhetorical figures? Who would have believed that a wampum chief could conjure up fanciful dream-pictures from out the cold pages of a financial report? Yet he did it, there before the gathering, and even while the echoes of the Big Chief rang in our ears and stirred our memories back to the trails we used to follow across the Hanover plain we listened to Richard the Righteous and he was good. And no sooner had the ovation which greeted his words been stilled than up sprang the Sachem to pour forth an eulogy, to chant the praises of the wampum chief. And only the moon and the stars know how long Boisterous Barrett's flood of fancy would have continued had not the lights been dimmed, the orator playfully tossed about beneath the banquet board, and the show of shows opened by Sturdy Swope, the Steadfast, to the storming basso profundo tones of the leader of the hecklers, Mountainous Mayher, and his alter ego, Bronco Bill from Texas. Yes, the class movies are good, even better than good. They start off with the Mt. Washington trip over the 22d of February, continue with scenes from our last springtime in Hanover, the senior delegation of each fraternity group, the Green Key Show parade, Old Timers Day, spring house parties, track meets and ball games on Memorial Field, then end with Commencement: caps and gowns and Hanover as we left it.
There was but one disappointment in the entire evening, a heavy snowstorm prevented many of the brother bucks from finding their way out to the Brae Burn Country Club, where the dinner was held. However, from all reports it will take more than a raging blizzard to keep any of the loyal away from the next party. There were twenty-one of us in all, and in the order of their payment for the evening's rousing fun they were: Dick Johnson, Squeek Redding, Bart Stoodley, Dick Rogers, Archie Crowley, Rog Turnbull, Don Childs, John Dickey, Jerry Swope, Dud Orr, Chris Born, Herb McCreery, Ben Leavitt, Phil Rising, Dick Barrett, Hal Ripley, Phil Mayher, Bill Coles, John Cornehlsen, Jack Martin, Bill Andres.
Swope made the party an occasion for a return to his old stamping ground. As the sole representative of New York we granted him the privilege of running the movie machine. He did well. He broke the film only once. When Swope works he does it in the law offices of Cotton, Franklin, Wright, & Gordon, 63 Wall St., New York.
We had hoped that Bob Monahan could slide down from atop his icicle perch on Mt. Washington to be with us, but he was unable to get away at that time. We understand that he has been on leave just recently and has lectured to several groups, with movies illustrating his experiences during the exploring expedition of the Fayerweather Range in Alaska.
We saw Charlie Dudley the other evening at the Sportsman Show, Boston. Charlie has been quite successful in designing ski and winter outing shirts and jackets.
In a recent Bulletin from Hanover we saw that the Manchester Squash Club defeated the Graduate Club team at Hanover. Ken Graf, the Manchester barrister, used his drop shots to devastating effect. We also saw that Woody Woodbridge, now a fortunate resident of Hanover, plays on the Graduate Club team.
We dropped in on Paul Nourie the other day at his office in the legal department o£ the Aetna Life Insurance Company in Boston. Paul has been practicing for several years now, and at present is handling every sort of insurance claim.
A good long letter from Harry Enders, written from the Parker House, Boston, continues on in this wise:
"But for a bit of news or informationabout the few fellows from our class whomI've run across lately: Passing throughSaratoga, Fla., last Thanksgiving day I decided to avail myself of a friendship andget a free turkey dinner. Accordingly Idrove around to Slim Corrigan's chickenfarm, broke into his charming new home,said hello to his even more charming newwife, and proceded to eat to my heart'scontent. Slim's looking grand, has put onabout 20 pounds, and is evidently workingto beat the band. He's got a farm downthere with about 5,000 chickens (of thepoultry variety), and I believe has workedup quite a business. It was grand seeinghim, and if anyone is around that countryfeeling the least homesick, I'd advise visiting Slim and wife.
"Bill Alexander is still with Young &Rubicam, advertising agency. He's living inBronxville just the other side of town fromthe Enders clan, and has proved to be quitea help washing up stacks of dinner dishes,a la Ma Smalley, in the Enders kitchen.About the only change that's come overBill is that he's no longer using Herpicide.He's given that up as a bad job (as have agreat many of us).
"Every once in a while I run across MikeSherman, Cliff Purse, and Eek Walsh, alllooking as though the sun never hid behind a cloud. Believe you've got some dopeon all the above, so I'll say no more thanthey're working for the Guarantee Bankand Trust, Chemical Bank and Trust, andAmerican Can respectively.
"Bob Waddell, from latest reports, isstill in Jeannette working with his dad,bottling and distributing 100% Penn. oil.The last time I saw him he was standingon a dock trying to see a boat off.
"Dick Rogers is living in West Newton,and while I haven't heard from him insome time, I believe he's selling oil burners to the villagers and doing well. Incidentally, his fund of hair-raising storieshasn't diminished in the slightest.
"That's about all for now. Except thatI'm at present working with the McClelland Barclay Art Products Co., and willbe glad to see anyone from the class thereat 305 E. 45 St., N. Y. C.
"Harry Enders."
Secretary, 20 Prescott St., Cambridge, Mass.
