Class of 1923
A few weeks ago I made a business trip to Chicago, and Mr. Truman T. Metzel and I went into an executive conference regarding class affairs. The Chicago boy harangued me at length because I had not yet amassed a fortune through my political position as secretary of the class. He pointed out that in his meager office of business manager of the Green Book, freshman year, he had made more than enough to pay his way through college and establish a very nice shoe business after graduation. The only comeback I could think of was that I am only the secretary and not the treasurer, whereupon Metzel suggested that an appropriation be voted to investigate the condition of the treasury to determine just who had salted away the most.
We attempted to reach Rus Carpenter, but the report came to us that he had just fallen into a barrel of ink and they had been unable, up to that time, to find out which barrel. The comment that Rus is still in the ink business is obviously unnecessary.
Pete Jones, the traveling class reporter, is at it again. A letter was received from Houston, Texas, stating that he and Charlie Scaling were about to have a twoman reunion, and Pete promised to send on the details later. The details have not yet arrived, which is prima facie evidence that the reunion was a success. Pete seemed to show a great deal of interest in the Ethiopian situation, remarking that the army as well as the natives were without shoes, and in his opinion, held great possibilities for a shoe salesman such as himself.
Our correspondent in New England, viz., Sherm Baldwin, has again provided a number of very interesting news items which follow herewith:
Walt Maroney has recently ascended to the presidency of the Briggs-Maroney Paint Co., who are one of New England's largest paint manufacturers.
Paul (Doc) Morgan real estates for Henry W. Savage Co. in Brookline, Mass., and fiddles to his son and daughter at 126 Oakley Road, Belmont, Mass. Doc advises that he recently staged a mild (?) shindig with Chick Burke (who is with the Shell Oil Co. in Providence, R. I.), and none other than Sid Flanigan's only rival, the Right Honorable Red Carbaugh, was there. Red is exposing himself to a bit of higher economics at Babson Institute. Except for being minus a sizable quantity of his famous red top, Doc reports he looks and acts the same as in ye olde days.
If you don't have your morning orange juice delivered by your milkman you most certainly should, or at least Bob Smith says so. Bob is New England's agent for Bireley's California Orangeade, and hangs his hat at 34A Irving St., Cambridge.
Fred Bailey, after considerable banking experience, branched out on his own as an investment counselor with headquarters at Quincy, Mass. The last authentic report is that Fred is supporting a mustache of which even Jim Taylor would be proud. He is married and boasts a two-year-old son, Jerome Wilson Bailey.
C. Norman (Nonny) Fay is a member of C. E. Fay Co., the New England distributors of Chryslers. Prior to this he was a divisional sales manager of the Elliott Addressograph Co. Nonny presides over 170 Forest Ave., West Newton—is married and has three children (my informant tells me they are two and one as regards kind, but doesn't know which is the "two").
Harold L. (Bus) Barnett lives in Worcester, Mass., and from there travels Worcester county and parts of Rhode Island for the General Fibre Box Co., a Springfield, Mass., concern. And what Bus doesn't know about contract isn't worth the telling. It's a sad Dartmouth Club meeting that doesn't find him around the bridge table, much to the embarrassment of some of us dubs who play Pem Whitcomb's famous system of "Tee 'em high and finesse." What time he can take off from boxing and bridging is spent with his wife and two daughters at 35 Mower St.
Jack Lee is one of Boston's more successful insurance brokers, and has a pair of embryo Dartmouth shot-putters working out at 1441 Center St., Newton Center, Mass.
Howie Sherman, on the contrary, goes in for gals, of whom he has two, who keep house for him at 60 Wilshire Park, Needham, Mass., while he peddles lumber for a South Boston concern with a name far too long for me to catch over the phone. Anyway, Howie says business is good, which really is all that matters.
Remember the afternoon George Fuller pinch-hit for Bill Cunningham at the Nugget piano? The boys ganged up on him with peanuts and apple cores until he couldn't even see the keys, much less hit them. George is treasurer of the W. S. Fuller & Son Lumber Co. of Brighton, Mass., and up until recently was the proprietor of two of New England's leading night clubs—the Barclay Clubs, one in Boston and the other at Falmouth on Cape Cod. The pressure of the lumber business, however, forced him to sell his interest this past summer after sensational success during the past three years. George is single and parks with his dad at 701 Cambridge St., Brighton, Mass.
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO THIS MONTH Football scores for the months of October and November were: Dartmouth 21 Norwich o Dartmouth 7 Penn State 14 Dartmouth 27 Holy Cross 14 Dartmouth o Syracuse 10 Dartmouth 34 Tufts 7 Dartmouth 14 Cornell 3 Dartmouth 44 Pennsylvania 7 Dartmouth 14 Brown 6 Remember how a bundred-and-forty-pounder by the name of Way playing on the Penn State team took the first kick-off and ran for a touchdown?
The Syracuse game might have been different also if Jim Robertson had not broken his arm a week before. Jim was captain of the Dartmouth team, and his brother was captain of Syracuse. His brother played the whole game, but Jim got in long enough to kick the ball just once.
Secretary, 136 Liberty St., New York
