Class of 1925
Your editor has just returned from a hunting and fishing trip in New Brunswick, and in the old do-or-die spirit will endeavor to enthrall you with a few paragraphs of descriptive detail. The fact of the matter is there is no other material at hand to start off our column, so you have no one to blame but yourselves if this proves uninteresting. Perhaps after this you will do something about this dearth of news matter from which we are suffering acutely if not silently.
Anyhow, some of the boys we met at the Sportsman's Show here in Boston last spring invited us down for a few days this fall and wired us last week that the season was on, so me and my brother Putty ('24), we packed up some duffle guns, fly rods, etc. and started off on the hunt that made history. By afternoon of the next day we were at the mouth of Cain's River (having reached there after a boat trip to St. John, New Brunswick, and a motor trip inland from there). We fished the Miramichi the rest of that day without any luck. By next noon, however, we rectified this oversight by landing eight of the fightinest salmon that ever came up that there river. We called it a day then and went back to camp, and we all seemed to have developed coughs that needed immediate and constant attention throughout that evening. Next day we repaired to our host's hunting camp in the moose country and called moose for two days (taking tender care of our throat and vocal cords all the while). We had a movie camera along and had the good luck to get some close-ups of three big bulls, one of them with the biggest spread of horns any of us had ever seen. He was close enough to count twenty-three points at least and we have the pictures to prove it, you of the Raised Eyebrows Department! Next afternoon we unlimbered the guns and went up on the mountain a-looking for bears. Found plenty of tracks and signs on the ridges, where they had evidently just finished a feast of beechnuts a short time before, so like a couple of Daniel Boones we sneaked along the ridge and were rewarded by the sight of a bear coming down a big beech tree just ahead. We both fired, and from then on things began to happen. We had apparently run into a whole family of the critters, and in no time at all there were bears running in all directions. The battle of the century then took shape, and when the smoke had cleared away we found ourselves the victors, our captives being two fine bears that had given up the ghost probably frightened to death, as I recall our marksmanship. Of course, the biggest one got away, as always, but on our way back to camp we rounded out our bag by a nice doe. The next day we enjoyed some of the most wonderful woodcock shooting imaginable, hunting with one George Mclntire, who owns the present international champion woodcock dog. It is a pointer, and on the last day we saw it find and point 67 birds, so help us! The trip ended by returning on the St. John boat during the squall of last week-end, if you remember, and neither of us would win even honorable mention as sailors. There is no way to delicately describe the suffering, acute and terrible, of that return trip, so we will leave it to your sensitive and sympathetic imaginations.
From foreign parts comes word of Preston Tanner, who is occupying an executive position with Comunicaciones Electricas, S. A., Ave., Juarez 60, Mexico, D. F.
Also Dave Ames, who is with the Socony-Vacuum Corp. in Colombo, Ceylon.
It occurred to us the other day that '25 had turned out quite an imposing array of pedagogues, to prove which point we list the following:
Bob Sharp Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, N. Y.
Francis Wilder Keene, N. H. Lionel Mosher Blair Academy, Blairs.
town, N. J. Brad Kingman Dean of Nichols Junior College, Dudley, Mass. Larry Leavitt Vermont Academy, Saxtons River, Vt.
Schuyler Foster Ohio State University. Columbus, Ohio.
Harold Bates Brookline High School, Brookline, Mass.
Radford Tanzer is now DOCTOR Radford Tanzer, with his shingle hung out in front of 258 Genesee St., Utica, N. Y.
Stan Litchfield writes that he is upholding the general situation in the credit department of the Sinclair Refining Co. in New York City.
John Watson is our able representative in the legal field, with a goodly practice in Oxford, Pa.
Stocks and bonds have claimed Paul Gordon and Jim Adams, the former with J. S. Bache & Co., Cleveland, Ohio, to which point he commutes daily from Lakewood, Ohio, and the latter with William B. Nichols, 50 Congress St., Boston, also to which point commuting from Cambridge, Mass.
You all know or should know the campaign we have been putting on for pictures to publish in the column, and although it conflicts directly with our justly celebrated modesty, perhaps it will serve as an icebreaker, so submit herewith an illustration of the trip described at such length heretofore. Seriously, we would appreciate contributions of this kind along with any news items directly or indirectly concerning '25ers and their families.
Secretary, 67 Milk St., Boston
