Class of 1934
The two lines above are just a gag again. Oil an elaborately watermarked bit o£ stationery from the Hotel Royal St. Georges, Interlaken, Schweiz, which must mean Switzerland, comes the plea that lest the October issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE be a washout, the 1934 notes be written, by hook or crook. Fortunately the plea is couched in Mart's best style, so cribbing from it will be unabashed and frequent. In the first place, good master Dwye is touring Europe by rail, cycle, foot, and thumb, with a Viking-like Cornellian named Paine. Postcards have already come from Munich, from Rotterdam, Cologne, Nice, Paris, Rome, and the Isle of CapriThe two voyagers have almost been separated by their ignorance of foreign languages and train schedules, they have been pulled in by a lifeguard's boat on Lake Como during a storm, they have listened to a "new tune from America" called The Last Round-up, at the Casino in Inter- laken. They "didn't see Hitler in Munich,but instead ran into Bill Gilmore, and trueto form, tied on a good one at the Hofbrau House, with a few liters (where do you guys get that liter stuff) of the world'sbest brew." The Gilmore, it appears, is "running around Europe with a lot ofPrincetons and intending to end up in Ireland to find material for a Harvard Business report And then, while I wasogling one of the many stone Venuses (the word stone was first left out, then inserted where you see it now) in some Romanmuseum, a vision appeared beside her inthe form of Kirk Spitler, who is getting hismind temporarily off medicine before entering Harvard Med. in the fall." Marty leaves us as he goes off to the Jungfrau for a snowball fight, so let us return back to this best of all continents.
Stan Silverman is, at this writing, up in Portchester, N. Y., recuperating from a severe attack of bronchial pneumonia, which had him low throughout most of the winter and spring. Lately, however, he lias been able to resume his writing of radio continuity, and has had several successes, the best of which I think was an hour-long script sold to CBS for a goodly- sum. Stan reports Al Hewitt in the summer theatre at Westport, Conn., with no less dignitaries in the dramatic field than the Lunts, and the plav, "The Taming of the Shrew," will be in New York sometime this fall.
Ray Rulsart has been in New Rochelle most of the summer. Reliable reports have it that he enjoyed a motor excursion to Nova Scotia lately, before returning to Harvard Law.
Strolling across 42d St. at one o'clock in the morning, there recently loomed up in the fog the portly figure of Buz Edson, off for a night meeting of the theatre managers of the chain with which he is associated. Buz had everything solved at the time but the Baer-Louis fight. He had been getting in a lot of handball with Lefty Brabbee, and claimed to have lost thirty pounds. We leave that to you boys who see him in the daytime. We have seen not a little of the aforementioned Brabbee also —his golf and bridge, we regret, are not what his soccer and tennis were. However, the Butcher is rapidly progressing through the ranks at the American Radiator Company, and intends to resume his night study of law at Fordham when the term starts.
Monday, the 24th of June, was a great day for old Dan, for on that day in West- port, Conn., Miss Jane Montgomery became Mrs. Bill Daniells, and simultaneously in Chicago Miss Charme Lee Howard became Mrs. Ed Hilton. May we all go on record as wishing both couples every success and happiness!
The publication of the Dartmouth Association of Northern California contains the item: "Johnny Ellis '34 is at NorthernCalifornia for a short stay, trying to landwork with the Forest Service. His OutingClub experience landed him a job with theSierra Club for the moment; left for awood-cutting expedition to their Ski Clubat Norden this week."
And still on the Coast, Big Dana Redington writes: "For the enlightenment ofyou and those others who may rememberme as a purveyor of petroleum products(just a lousy service-station salesman toyou guys in the balcony) from a late '34magazine, I may now say with a measureof pride and no little awe that I am atlast atid at least a school teacher." Dana has been tutoring and companioning a ten- year-old Pasadena son of the rich, and when this is read will be at the Bonita School, Bonita, Calif., a private school for boys.
Kirk Spitler, back from Europe, writes to Marty that he completed the chain by meeting Bill Gilmore in Florence. Kirk: . . . we were very fascinated with whatwe saw in Egypt, the Holy Land, and theNear East, but it was Italy, and especiallythe northern part, which appealed to usthe most. On the way home we got a touchof Spain at Palma on the island of Mallorca—and also visited Malaga." The Tall One locates his erstwhile Medical School compatriots for the coming year; at Bellevue, Bob Bogue, Walt Crandell, Paul Magnuson, and Win Watts; at B. U., Stan Bloomfield; at Harvard, Ken Keeley, Fred Sanborn, and Kirk himself; at Johns Hopkins, Bob Korns, the burley baritone; at McGill, George Sayre; at Penn, Ed Bishop; at P. and S., Stu Alexander and Bill Clough; at Rochester, Joe Furst; and at Rush, Bill Gibson and Johnny Lyle.
A life-saving phone call from Dave Calla- way, who spent his vacation away from his money bags in Chicago, at the home of one Tom Davis Hicks, tells about the fol- lowing noble Romans: Swede Lindstrom, still holding forth for the ist National Bank; Carl Hess, "still waving the red flag," with the Brasco Manufacturing Company; and George Cogswell, who is still working for Reuben Donnelly's Red Book, now somewhere in lowa, but com- ing to New York this month. God help us all! Callaway reports another leer on Dan Cupid's pan, this time at Bill Haist, to whom will be married Miss Dorothy God- dard, in Bridgeport, October 25. Bill must have sold that Ford phaeton at last. The ex-Jacko tycoon has also uncovered the trail of Mac Carter, who will be traveling for the General Motors Company this fall. Unfortunately, the operator at Dave's end insisted on making it a three-way conversation before long, and Dave, who paid for the call, didn't get a chance to say anything about his own adventures.
NEW YORKERS! Don't forget—first '34 dinner will be Wednesday, October 2, and the first Wednesday of every month there- after, at the Dartmouth Club, 6:30 p.m. Notices and reminders will be sent out.
CHICAGOIANS, BATON ROUGIANS, VIRGINIANS, SAN DIEGANS, BOSTON- IANS, and points west! Write in, to Martin Joseph Dwyer—how business is, who your intended is or was, whom you see, what you have done! Come out from under your bushels! W. Scherman has spoken.
Secretary, 193 Brookdale Ave., New Rochelle, N. Y.
