Class of 1924
Once in five years, "come Reunion," the caretakers of these columns get a chance to turn personal and amuse themselves rather than the readers. Those of you subscribers coming under the heading of ten years out have been few and getting fewer. As letter-writers, well-no matter. At least there was some satisfaction that you weren't any fewer in number. It wouldn't be a bad idea to create a few corresponding heroes who have saved a column on more than one occasion, except for your "comeback" that they probably had a lot of time anyway. Incidentally a wife or two would get a high rank in that group.
Assuming a proportionate share of blame for the select rather than voluminous circle of readers hereof, your correspondent ventures to hope that no notes, slim notes or swell notes, by the next secretary will in no way deter you from reforming in the use of writing materials. Certainly the chances are good that if you return to Hanover this month you will be inspired to turn a leaf—to finish what's written on the other side. If you have managed on the other hand to keep more interested in the College through some forty of these things, the job has been worth while.
Having waded this far you are entitled to a few notes of interest.
One of the dark horses of potential reunioners has turned enthusiastic. Joe McKoan, range oil purveyor to Worcester and vicinity, promises to be on hand.
Pilly Hill is losing sleep in Glencoe, 111., for fear he won't be able to make it. Spiggots Spargo, Binghamton Press, Binghamton, N. Y., reports favorably on the trek to Hanover. Les Haws in Ardmore, Pa., indicates that he will carry the state of Pa., but doesn't mention who all he has signed up. Butts Crouter will probably be one. He's been fighting for years to be listed under '24 and recently succeeded.
Stub Jones in Charlotte now finds a chance in the offing to swing through Hanover en route to Chicago from Charlotte, all of which is the most worthwhile roundabout way yet proposed. Sum Turner, coaching and teaching in the Northbridge High, a few miles south of Worcester, is all set. So are Shrimp Thornton and Joe Butler, coming East together. Dick Hess wants to make it, but can't promise.
Just to give you an idea of the high feeling brought on by plans for the "Tumid Tenth" (Red Newell's pet name) Stan Lyon protests the duplicity as well as the proximity of Les Haws in the class composite enclosed with the 34 Hour Notice. He sees no reason for padding the photo with less worthy "maps" than his own or others equally handsome (which he admits exist). Instructions are to remove "the Haws" nearest him and to let the other one remain well away from him in the upper left-hand corner. More pictures will be sent out, but Stan doesn't get the break he wants because they are all printed anyway.
Another Bostonite to add to the Hanover assemblage—Roy Linnekin of the Carter Underwear Cos. in Needham.
Art Graham allows these three present fence-sitters, leaning strong and hoping for right conditions to come on from Buffalo, Ed Peterson, Harlan Miller, and himself. Ot Grauer and Harry Holmlund will definitely be on hand.
Smoke Smith and Roily Barker got in a dose of Dartmouth prior to June by attending the very live and active Northern New Jersey Association meeting at the Essex County Country Club in West Orange recently.
Dave Solly checked his statistics with Estabrook & Cos., went down to Gainesville, Ga., and there on the thirtieth of April married Miss Rosalyn Asbury, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. William R. Asbury. They will be at home at 491 Highland Ave., Montclair, N. J.
Johnny Woodbridge, torn between Jersey and Westchester, is back again in the latter place, 203 Rockingstone Ave., Larchmont. Parker Hicks, reported in Georgia, is in Colebrook, N. H. Stan Lonsdale has a new Bridgeport address, 124 John St. Roy Sloane, long absent from these notes, appears in West Haven, 321 Noble St. Ed Jones of the Jones Dairy Farm, Ft. Atkinson, Wis., whose advertising a meat packer or two in Chicago recently complained about, is now secretary of that company. The difficulty centered around the long established picture of the Jones big farm house with small porkers in the foreground, and the inference the packers drew, that the famous sausages were homemade.
Keep an eye out for another composite picture print, with all attendants to date starred thereon. Don't cross off Reunion until you see the gang that's coming. Five years is a long time in which to regret you weren't there.
Secretary,12 Haviland St., Worcester, Mass
