Class of 1925
During the recent blizzard in northern New England there was a $75,000 fire in Newport, Vt., which burned down Charlie Flint's block. We hear that his damages were heavy and hope that he was covered by insurance.
Andy Edson arrived in Boston as scheduled in this column a short time ago and was royally entertained by the Johnny Garrods. After a short visit here he motored to Florida with his parents, and returned to the Department of State in Washington, after Christmas. He hopes to get transferred to a consulate in Russia and has been having a grand time at Mukden a swanky apartment, four Chinese servants, and a 1931 Ford!
Had a letter from Hap Hefler the other day. Hap has been in university teaching for five years and recently got restless and took a turn at aviation. So far he has not connected with a job, so if you hear of anyone who wants a transport pilot who speaks Spanish and French fluently don't fail to get in touch with Hap at Harborside, Me.
A little dove cooed in our ears glad tidings of the betrothal of Joe Murphy and Miss Margaret Granger of Kankakee, 111.
Rodge Wyckoff is losing no time helping to direct the destinies of the South, as his official signature is now assistant vice-president of the Liberty Bank and Trust Co. of Louisville, Ky.
Word has drifted across the frontier that Preston Tanner, the class representative in Mexico City, was married sometime in the fall to Miss Eldred Holbert, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas R. Holbert of Greeley, lowa." Mrs. Tanner studied in Mexico City for a year or so previous to her marriage, and 'twas there the romance flourished. This item comes through a leetle late, but proves nonetheless that the reportorial ear is close to the ground.
Twist Elmquist reports a very pleasant vacation with Mrs. Twist last fall at the World's Fair. While there he visited with Neil Williams.
Ford Barrett is busy boosting Spokane, Wash. We quote verbatim from his recent letter: "If you want a little more pep you'ddo well to come West to Spokane's sunnyclime. As yet we have scarcely had freezingtemperatures and no snow. Playing golfalmost every week-end. Business is improving in Spokane. Lumber, wheat, silver, lead,—everything is drawing better prices. I amstill selling real estate with our office established forty years ago, which goes back tothe beginning of time in this country. EarlMatchett, ex-''25, is also working in Seattle."
Sid Milnor is still holding his own at the Williamsport High School and is the proud co-owner of two small Milnors, John Campbell Milnor, 2, and Ann Champion Milnor, five months.
We attended the Boston alumni banquet the other night at the Chamber of Commerce Building—a testimonial to Dean Laycock, who, as you all know, has retired. As befitted the occasion the banquet hall was crowded to capacity and beyond. Twenty-five was represented by a goodly number, and your Secretary, ever on the alert, glimpsed the following classmen in the gathering: Dentist Monk Thompson; Mortician Chet Eaton; Furniture men Don Hunt and Benny Levison; Hood Rubber's Johnny Garrod; Broker Jim Adams; Bondman Les King; Lawyers Jack Harvey and Bill McNulty; Frigidaire men Lou Kimball and Freddy Smith; Salesman Lang Spring (present line, vacuum cleaners); Bankers Jock Brace and Lane Goss; Department store Joe Leavitt (head of toy department, R. H. Stearns Co., Boston); Brewer Pete Haffenrefler; Furness-Bermuda Line Dick Holden-; Doctor Mac Shepard; Publisher Homer Tilton (National Sportsman); Engineer Ken Simonds; El Waring (shoe polish manufacturer); and Brownie Phillips, whose business connection we failed to glean. We're sorry.
Chet Bolles' engagement was announced recently—to Miss Dorothy Stebbins of West Newton, Mass. Wedding to take place in the not too distant future.
Everyone of our men enjoys reading the news about the other fellow in our ALUMNI MAGAZINE, SO for gosh sakes send in some dope for the on-coming issues. If you are too sensitive to tell about yourself, tell one on some classmate. Your class secretary will kiss both cheeks for the least bit of dope for the column—and don't forget to send along some pitchers if you have any.
Secretary, 67 Milk St., Boston
