Class of 1925
Professor Eddie Blake, address, Rumson School (N. J.), last year's fashion plate for new car advertising, has again burst into print. This time it's an article in the Boston Transcript giving a resume of the Penn-Princeton game. The first paragraph is typical of his flowing English: "Princeton, N. J., Oct. 7—Tempered in the crucibleof Palmer Stadium under four periods ofwhite-hot competition by Penn's unawedjuniors, Princeton's uncertain football teamemerged Saturday afternoon with a 7-6victory over the University of Pennsylvania,and possessed itself of a suddenly-forgediron will which augurs ill for Princeton'sfuture opponents this football season, etc.,etc." Bill Cunningham had better look to his laurels with this insidious competition creeping upon him!
Two reliable sources verify the following news item which concerns "two-shot" Slim liauman, erstwhile president of the Dartmouth Association of Northern California. The Woodsman" column of the San FranCisco Chronicle says:
"This story, which has to do with WalterBauman of Blyth Co., just follows outwhat a hunter does in a big way on hisfirst deer hunt. It seems that Baumantrekked forth with a trusty rifle in search ofvenison with David D. Bohannon, guided
by 'Teeters' Wilcox and his friend, PalmerSmith. The area for the hunting was upSalt Creek in Mendocino county.
"On the first day out, Bauman lost hisfield glasses, and on the second day whenhe spied a deer he wasn't any too positivewhether or not it was a buck. But quicklyas he decided it must have been one of theantlered variety, he pulled the trigger. Thedeer disappeared in the brush. But the animal went along bawling, and the hunterfinally checked in to 'Teeters' to find outwhether or not a wounded deer wouldbawl. The guide told the hunter that abuck wounded in the back would do justthat, so the two men trailed to the spotwhere the deer had last been seen. Therethey found the buck down, a fine threepointer. Just as the marksman was proudlypatting himself on the back, believe it ornot, up jumped another buck and withanother shot this one was quickly dispatched. This one was a forked-horn.Hunter Bauman had bagged his limit oftwo deer within a few minutes and withonly two shots."
A. C. C. Hill Jr. wrote in June: "Myearlier hope to be with you at the reunionwas ended by the Supreme Court decisionon NRA and subsequent developmentswhich are abundantly evidenced by thenewspapers. Please give my warmest regards to my friends, have a good time, andthink of me as thinking of the gang atHanover. Clif." Whatcha doin, now, Clif?
The palm for the greatest newspaper publicity, however, goes to George Chamberlain, slimmer of the twins, and one of Boston's most eligible bachelors. The Boston Sunday Herald, under date of September 8, carried this front page headline:
"FOUR SAVED FROM FLAMES INYACHT BLAST-OCCUPANTS NEARLYTRAPPED BY FIRE-$20,000 CRAFTBURNS TO WATER'S EDGE MILE OFFBASS ROCKS-ESCAPE SECONDSBEFORE EXPLOSION"
Fortunately, there were no injuries. George reported at first hand that it was really a close call. The yacht, owned by brother Stan's wife's brother (follow me?), caught fire in the gasoline stove near the gas tank, and all hands put out in two small boats PRONTO. It was still daylight, the sea was smooth, and they easily rowed to a becalmed racing sloop near by. Win Brown was one of the spectators on shore who witnessed the excitement.
From Buffalo, N. Y„ comes the very pleasing news that, as of July 1, Frank S. Hershey becomes a vice-president of the Marine Trust Company. We wish we could attend a tenth reunion, sprain an ankle, and come out with an important executive position—does that remind you of a story?
We quote excerpts from a newsy letter from Pete Haffenreffer: "After ReunionLyle and Katherine McKown and Bob Borxvell came down to the farm for a few days.On their way home they stopped in at the'Cradle' in Chicago and found a readymade baby boy awaiting them, which theypromptly adopted and took back to St.Paul, so 'Go to your Tenth Reunion andCome Back with a Baby Boy' would seemto be the new and improved slogan.
"Since Reunion Bud Petrequin and hiswife and two youngsters have visited us (We're still quoting the Haffenreffer epistle), during which time I succeeded in initiating Bud in off-shore racing in myHerreshoff 31-footer. Bud has the makingsof a fine sailor, and is almost as crazy aboutit as 1 am."
From out of the Golden West comes the information that Earl Nicholas Matchett married Miss Maxine Grace Noland in Spokane on June 28. Congratulations, best of luck, and prosperity!—At home, 1305 East Forty-third St., Seattle.
Llewellyn (Whitey)' White has just returned from duties faithfully performed as best man at Art Wollenhaupt's wedding ('26) in Poughkeepsie, N. Y. What we wouldn't give for a picture of him—for this column—in his (father's) topper and glad rags! He flew to New York, and who should be on the plane but Jack Davis-hurrying to a New York business appointment—so he said, but we know he had a ringside seat for the Baer-Louis rites.
Incidentally, "VVhitey, Bill Sleigh, and Red Martin toured Germany this July. Their stories to date are so conflicting that we don't dare publish them but we hope to have three somewhat similar accounts to boil down for our next issue.
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