Class of 1919
Our baby contest which we attempted to promote in connection with our reunion in June flivered out at the last minute because the judges refused to face the wrath of the losing mothers. We had already published pictures of many of the entries, but the young husk below, one Richard Thorpe Flemning, son of Mr. and Mrs. Herb, was a post-entry. Herb wants us to tell Harry Hillman that he expects him to make a shot putter out of him.
And while we are on the subject of pictures, here are a few which Ken Huntington sent us. They were taken at Ken's farm, from which the famous No. 1 shows Stew Russell, Ken, Red Colwell's brother, who was accused by many, whom he of course did not recognize, as being Red gone highhat, Mai Drane, Jeavons, showing how big his head would be if it were not gone altogether, and George Rand. No. 2 is Drane mounted, or the North Western Mutual always gets his man. No. 3 is the same bunch again with Mesdames Colwell and Huntington. H. Russell was at this point unable to assume an upright position, so he was very ingeniously propped up against the mowing machine. Do not for a moment think he was working.
And while we are still on the subject of pictures, we recently saw some movies taken by Jack McCrillis, our official class cinametographist, which showed members of the Newport Ski Club skiing in midsummer on pine needles. They were jumping somewhere in the vicinity of 60 feet, doing all the turns, and even performing somersaults with complete abandon. So far as Jack knows this is the first time this sort of thing has ever gone on. It was certainly interesting.
George Rand reports that those in charge of Norma, the big money-making class pig, stopped on the other side of Morey on the way back to the Huntington farm, and carefully placing the pig on the bank went for a swim. Norma, who had come to love a life of excitement and great activity, could not settle down to the quiet life in the box, and suddenly popped out and started to find Buttenwieser or something. Dutch Guy, Austin, Dudensing, Raible, Chipman, Munro, and Jeavons, tired as they were, answered the call manfully and set sail in pursuit. They say the merriment was hilarious while it lasted with Norma making new records for open field running, avoiding in all over 300 flying tackles. Finally Austin fell from exhaustion, just as Norma was emerging from Dudensing's legs, and landed right on her, gaining the undeserved plaudits of the crowd.
In fact Norma has so become one of us that it has been proposed that we underwrite her bring-up, put her into production, and sell the offspring to the Phi Gams for initiation purposes. This would give us a steady source of income for the Alumni Fund, and we'd still have Norma, which would permit, us to plow Fat Jackson under and collect from Mr. Wallace's AAA. Personally we think the idea is pretty good, but we will leave it up to Spider and Max, who very wisely count me out on things financial.
The Birds, Phil and Fletch, came into proprietorship of one Meridith on August 16. We haven't seen Fletch, but Phil is doing nicely. It is reported that Bob Paisley spent his vacation by going to Jones Beach every day alone—except for a book. Spider claims that Bob Proctor is the first '19er to be featured in Fortune. In a recent issue about J. M. Landis of the "brain trust" it says that while at Harvard Law School Landis indulged in nightly debates with Robert Proctor. Del Ames knows how that would be, for he got caught by Bob one night during Commencement. Postcards indicate that Butts has been covering some strange territory this summer Russia, Rome, and what not.
Secretary, 87 State St.
Framingham Center, Mass.
