Class of 1927
As these few notes are sent to press, there is some question of their being on time. Your Secretary, Doane, is occupying a hospital cot as the ghost writer goes to work. It seems that two cars just cannot come together without some damage. However, Doane's chief troubles are a broken arm and the inability to get this column out in his own inimitable style. Both will be remedied by the date of the next issue.
Because of the lack of time, we must be brief. Our efforts are to be supplemented by an early issue of "The Speakeasy." We trust that that particular sheet has been as interesting to read as it has been fun to compose. Its function is purely as a secondary broadcast of items of interest to our class. By no means can it take the place of this column, but sporadically it does reach those who have not as yet. become regular subscribers to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
Accurate figures on the Fund are not available at the moment, but we are told that '27's record was a front page topic. We occupied fourteenth position among all the classes—in terms of percentage of contributors. Seventy-nine per cent contributed more than 11550—larger figures than we have ever before attained. This surely makes good writing, fellows. It certainly was a grand job. Congratulations. Now for some news:
The most recent event of class interest was Phil Fowler's bachelor's dinner. For Phil is journeying westward to So. Sioux City, Neb., to wed Miss Opal Crane of that city on September the nineteenth.
During the first part of the summer Don Gardner phoned to say that a future Dartmouth football player was at the Winchester, Mass., hospital. And he was not fooling. For there we met Don Gardner Jr. Kay's father is a Columbia graduate, and it is also reported that Lou Little offers hospital expenses in return for the services of this future linesman.
And speaking of babies, we have just returned from a visit with Nels and Frances O'Rourke at Derby Line, Vt. Young Nels Jr., is typically his. old man's son and is quite a lad.
We have an announcement that the marriage of Bob Funkhouser to Miss Margaret Mann will take place in Dayton, Ohio, on September 21. It surely looks like the last stand for the bachelors.
Jim Chandler of the Cleveland Press writes that Mark Copeland has returned from the wilds of lowa, where he traveled for the National Refining Cos., and is now living at 2943 Sedgewick Rd., Cleveland Heights, Ohio.
Al Macdonald is in the Bean Town and we are looking forward to seeing him.
Windy Howland writes from Des Moines, Iowa: "Since I last saw you, Ihave been married and had a couple ofdaughters. I have been working for the SunLife Assurance Co. For the last five and ahalf years. I am hoping to get to reunionsome time before I become unrecognizabledue to my hair being white and my teethfalling out." So do we all, Windy, my boy.
Al Chabot, though legally trained and minded, had his appendix removed, and while he was so confined, studied up on medicine—both terminology and technique. Now he offers to remove ours—nothing personal, we hope.
Our good friend John Roe has written us his annual letter. John has gone literary and can certainly paint a vivid word picture—such as describing a Davis-Kelcher "rastling" match at one of those New York parties. Ran into Charlie Paddock the other night and was asked to have another here right soon—which we will.
Bill Ward is with Cinesnap, Inc., of Newark, N. J. Les Kilmary with Dry Ice, Inc., New York. Ben Bell with the Phoenix Mutual at Rutland, Vt.
And so we will leave you for the moment. Doane will be back on the air shortly. Remember the old slogan, "To write news you've got to git it"—so keep it coming—and we'll git moving.
Secretary, 152 Waban Ave., Waban, Mass By Doane Arnold—his ghost
