Class of 1928
I suppose it would be a good idea to leave the subject of sports to the sporting section of this here magazine, but a word about football can't be resisted. The newspapers and many of the people who read them have just discovered at this point that the boys at Hanover are very talented in that respect. Fortunately, the delay on the part of several of the wagering class in appreciating the proper merits of the home team has enabled the writer (and we hope the rest of you) to cadge some very nice currency. News of the Yale game seemed to get around pretty fast, though, so the pickings aren't what they used to be. Johnny Phillips dropped in at the office the Monday after the Yale game with the report that the line charged faster than anything he'd seen in years. So after plowing under William and Mary yesterday, it's Columbia and Princeton to go—and there's at least one Princeton gent I'd like to sympathize with—just one opportunity would fix things up nicely.
I'm not sure that I've ever mentioned that Johnny Phillips left the Chase a couple of years ago and has been with the VailBallou Press. They print some of the best books published—you've probably seen a lot of their work but may not have recognized it, since the publisher gets the credit. Their plant at Binghamton, N. Y., is one of the finest of its class.
Had a lengthy conversation with Ed Sawyer Friday night. Ed has been sailing up through the A. & P. organization at a fancy pace during the past six years, and (I didn't get this from Ed) is now one of the big shots in the sales promotion department. Most of his time is spent traveling from Portland, Me., to Kansas City-checking up on the three warehouses under his charge, and getting the store managers to sell more fish, as well as supervising the purchases of fish by buyers outside the main office. Most of the fish is bought in Boston, where they have a large warehouse—the New York warehouse, strangely enough, is bossed by Clem Cody, whose specialty at Harvard, you will remember, was football and hockey. The amount of fish that they sell you guys is amazing. Ed told me it was something like two million pounds a day; maybe it was that much a week, but even so it's an awful lot of fish-if placed end to end you could probably smell it for some little distance. Anyway, whether it's fish or eau de cologne, it is mighty encouraging to know that one of us is well started on the way up—and more power to anyone who has done it during the five tough years just past.
Every now and then I've been able to check the whereabouts of Gordon Jamison through, articles in the Daily News Record, trade paper of the textile industry. The last one was September 12, and having mis, laid it I was unable to report it in the November issue. It seems that Gordon was taken sick suddenly with appendicitis and had to turn over to another textile labor board mediator several labor disputes he was handling. Gordon has been doing awfully well at the very difficult business of satisfying everyone-having been mixed up personally in a strike in Alabama a year ago I know what a job it is. Before he was taken sick Gordon had several cases on his hands: strike at Pondicherry Woolen Mills, Bndgton, Me.—disputes at Cocheco Mills, East Rochester, N. H.,-Cabot Mfg. Co., Brunswick, Me., U. S. Silk Mills, Manchester, N. H.—to say nothing of the controversy between labor and management at Naumkeag Mills, Salem, Mass. It is a mighty interesting job and a worth-while one, if you don't mind dodging bottles.
Bill Hobson, attorney of Davis, Polk, Wardwell, Gardiner, & Reed, also attorneys, says that business in his line has been "right good." Bill says that Johnny French '29 and Clark Denney '3O are both with the same firm. Met Clark myself not long ago at the Biltmore Hotel—he is living with Walt McKee and Rusty Morrill '29. Used to see Walt every now and then at the 42d St. express platform of the 2d Ave. Elevated —Walt is downtown at the main office of the National City Bank.
Bucky Stoler confirms the rumor that about 90% of his time is devoted to opening mail containing royalty checks on a patent he and his firm, Craig, Musgrove, Inc., holds on an elastic contraption used quite universally for the trap doors on children's underwear—you fellows who have struggled with buttons will want to look into this right away. Bucky has some of the best underwear mills in the country on his list of licensees. A swell business, no doubt about that. Bucky has a five-months-old youngster, and has just taken a house out in Great Neck, L. I.
If you've read your newspaper today, you've probably noticed that Jack McAvoy's Ursinus team was set back a bit by F. & M., 59-0.
A welcome carte postale arrived the other day from Roy Myers and Bill Harris. They didn't mention what reason they had for being in Paris, but they did admit that they were in Harry's New York Bar, and had just given a couple of Wah-Hoo-Wahs—which after all is probably reason enough.
Ed Atkinson writes on October 13 that having just finished strapping one of those cotton gadgets on his small daughter he was reminded that he hadn't reported to us the birth of this young lady on July 8 this year. Her name is Nancy Wilson, and Ed says she eats, sleeps, smiles, cries, and gains weight exactly according to schedule.
Craig Haines sends us a clipping from a Burlington, Vt„ newspaper which records the marriage of one Barney Norton to Miss Ellen Martha Kellogg, June 29. Barney, it will be remembered, is working his way up the political ladder in Vergennes, Vt., having secured a record vote for the post of dog catcher last year. Tim Paige was best man and Doc Simonds was one of the ushers. Ellen graduated from Middlebury College and studied at the Sorbonne in Paris. Barney has been with Halsey Stuart in Boston, but for the past year has been connected with the E. G. and A. W. Norton Co. of Vergennes.
Secretary, Wm. Iselin & Co. 357 Fourth Ave., New York, N. Y
