Class of 1932
John Sheldon, who hasn't been west of the Loop for some seasons now, appeared in New York about the middle of January and coolly announced plans for an imminent trip around the world. He departed two days later, accompanying his mother, and promised to be back the latter part of May. Several of the brethren of this class had the pleasure of seeing him off, among them Rod Hatcher, Dick Hazen, and Johnny Schneider (ex-'32), and they reported that John had none of the blaseness about his trip which we thought was part of every world-cruiser. When last seen he was whipping the august German musicians of the ship's orchestra into a syncopated frenzy out on the deck where all could admire. Curiously enough, Repeal had nothing to do with the exuberance of Mr. Sheldon. This I have on good authority.
A clipping from the Brooklyn DailyEagle of January 21 announces the newly elected business manager of the Yale LawJournal. It is Ken La Vine.
Just recently the announcement came to me of the wedding of Lloyd Wentworth to Elizabeth D'Arcy of Dover, N. H., December 2, 1933.
On a visit to Princeton I saw Bob Goodell, now, I believe, of the class of '33. He was hurrying up to the Grad School, under his arm a volume or two of German, in which he is now specializing. Willey is no longer studying at the psychology laboratory down there, but I haven't been able to find out where he has gone. While we're still on Princeton, how about a reunion of Jerseyites at the hockey game there March 3?
Dick Clarke is with the W. T. Grant Cos. (five and ten—nickel and dime) in Butler, Pa. Ted Barry has also moved into that same geographical section, working as a salesman for Int. Time Recording Division of the International Business Machines Corporation. He lives at 345 Ashland Ave., Mt. Lebanon, Pa.
Another student of the law whom we hadn't heard of before is Bob Williams, toiling at the Y. M. C. A. Graduate School, Nashville, Tenn.
Thibault's new address is 310 Lyman Hall, Syracuse University, Syracuse.
According to the New Canaan Gazette. the January dinner of the firemen of that village shattered all former attendance marks, 117 being present. What Editor Clark failed to state was that the afterdinner speaking list was probably the longest in history (at least we hope it was). All told, 23 doughty firemen, from the chief practically down to the last man on the hose-cart red, arose to offer their respective gems of thought and reminiscence. Among them, of course, was "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" Clark, who regaled them with the story of the great South Main St. mattress fire.
The following note is from Carl Baker, postmarked Saco, Me.:
"In Hanover this fall, I had the ill fortune to encounter not one member of theclass of 1932. Conclusion: something aboutforgotten men. (See J. Keller, Forgotten Men, Chap, xxxii.) I am teaching advancedEnglish to all juniors and seniors at Thornton Academy here. Daily classes aggregate125 lads and lassies. Reading 125 bi-weeklythemes keeps me on my butt a good deal.Helping to coach track keeps me on toes.
"Maine is colder than New Hampshire.Yesterday I had an ear frostbitten, an experience I had thought peculiar to Mt.Washington and vicinity."
The following, from Dick Cleaves in Washington:
"One reason for writing this letter is thehope that it will serve to get me in touchwith some of the 1932ers or other schoolmates that are living in Washington. In allthe time I have been here the only one Ihave seen is Red Tucker. Have seen severalpeople who know Jack Pyles including tenor fifteen girls, and a beachcomber that Imet in Puerto Rico I know severalof the boys are living here, and should liketo suggest that if they ever get up on theHill that they drop in the office. I'm working with Congressman Gillette of lowa.
"Congress, while not as hectic as last session, is infinitely more interesting to me.Last spring things were happening withsuch speed that even the congressmen hadonly a hazy idea of what was going on. 1knew even less. This summer has given mea fair political background, so that thetrends and purposes of new legislation areclearer.
"The unpleasant part of this job is thata congressman's office is considered an information bureau. It seems that the greatmajority of American citizens use theirspare time to write foolish letters to theirrepresentative. Had a letter the other dayfrom a woman that wanted to know thename of a jobber in Ceylon who exportedtea, and we have had the opportunity tobuy everything from a gold mine to a perpetual motion machine. The gold minemight have been a good investment."
Johnny Merrill writes that he is working in the Classification Clinic of the Elmira Reformatory. His particular job is to discover as much as he can about the background of the inmates in order that their "I was in Hanover last spring the day5.2 came in, and saw the Zimmermen, SteveWard, Red Dillon, Ronny Olmstead, FrankGilbert, Howie Braillard, Tom Wollaeger,Bob Fisher, Mac McLaughlin, and someothers whose faces J couldn't match withnames.
"I meet Howie Sargeant's aunt here occasionally, so keep posted on his travels.Understand he's rather in love with his experience.
"Saw Mac McKenzie on Mt. Washingtonlast September. He's having one grand timeas radio operator for the Mt. WashingtonObservatory, as you-all probably know.This is his second year on top of the mountain and his second set of whiskers. When Isaw him he said he'd be glad when summerwas over, so they could have a little privacyfor a change. Told me he went to Bostonone day last winter, but there were toomany people there so he went back to hisprivate arctic. But you've probably readBob Monahan's book on last year's occupation, so I won't say any more about it.
"The Union got a good story from Macand his pals just before Christmas, whenthey phoned us about a Christmas party ontop of the mountain with plum pudding,and, of all things, ice cream! It was 28below, with the wind at 90 miles an hour.And they were almost as snug as a bug inthe proverbial rug.
"REG. ABBOTT."
Secretary, 2ND2 Beekman Place, New York
