Class of 1917
This month we are able to confirm earlier rumors, having received the announcement of George Currier's marriage to Mrs. Helen Lane Rolland of Keene, N. H. They were married at Hanover on June 28, 1935.
We have also received the wedding announcement of Edith Hale Abbot to Doctor Clarence J. Campbell at Hanover on August 26, 1935. Hanover seems to be competing with Elkton, Md., this summer, as far as our class is concerned.
On October 14 at the New York Dartmouth Club the first class dinner of the year was held, the season being inaugurated with good success. Sumner Emerson, our eminent Philadelphian representative, was the guest of honor. As usual, Don Brooks could find no worthy competitor across the ping-pong table, but that did not seem to bother him half as much as the fact that the party broke up very much too early to suit him. Besides Sumner, those present were Trott King, Doc Wilson, Len Reade, Bill Sewall, Don Brooks, Bob Chase, and yours truly.
On Friday night before the Harvard game, the Boston cohorts turned out well for their annual gathering at the University Club, and Bunny Holden reports that the party was the most lively and in every way the most successful one in many years. He was delightfully vague about details, which you can well understand when you read the following list of partakers: Len Shea, George Currier, Tony Emery, Howie Stockwell, Phil Evans, Spique Maclntyre, Walt Carr, Jack Saladine, Sam MacKillop, Roger Stone, Gene Tower, Perc Streeter, Sunny Sanborn, Roy Halloran, Will Fitch, and Bunny Holden.
Our cfhss section at the Yale Bowl was well filled, in fact, it seemed to me that we had our largest delegation in ten years. Among those seen in our immediate vicinity were Spique Maclntyre, Ralph Britton, Bunny Holden, Bob Scott, Mike Donehue, Mai Palin, Len Shea, Sunny Sanborn, Jack Saladine, Cliff O'Neill, Rudy Miller, Russ Fisher, Ev Robie, and Russ Marr. When some part of the acute delirium had subsided after the game, all of the above, supported by another dozen or more (whom we are unable to name at this point) stormed over to Bob Scott's, where the real celebration took place. The fact that his house was still intact on Sunday morn- ing speaks well for New Haven builders. We know that Bob enjoyed it regardless of the carnage, but we are also sure that he is doubly glad the Eli Jinx is buried for all time.
Secretary, Craig House, Beacon, N. Y.
