Class of 1919
What little news there has been of late has been purely local and has developed at the newly organized Dartmouth Luncheon layout at the Parker House in Boston. A few of us went up there three weeks ago to see what is was all about, liked it, and decided to drop in on Mondays when things came out that way. We made a note on the calendar there in the room to the effect that 1919 would meet on Mondays. Louie Munro, John Chipman, Phil Bird, Rock Hayes, and your secretary are the only ones who have appeared as yet so far as we know. Now the thing has been organized more or less, and 1919 is still meeting on Monday noon. Also scheduled for this day are the lesser classes of '18, '20, '21, so even if there are only a couple of 'lgers there you have a good chance of eating with a dozen or so fellows whom you knew in college. It's a good set-up, a good meal, and a good idea. We are sending out postcards to the boys around Boston, but we want to be sure that the out-of-towners come in whenever they hit Boston.
Spen Dodd, who always arranges things neatly, fell ill a few weeks ago, reached a convalescent stage just as an insurance convention broke in Florida, splashed in the surf and sunned on the beach while we underwent the great blizzard, and came back full of pep and vigor, wondering why we were all tired out from shoveling a couple of hundred feet of driveway. We had lunch with him the other day, and he looked to be back in the pink. He said he had just heard from Walt Cooper, the big Wall St. tycoon.
Coming from lunch last week we encountered Batch Batchelder, in Boston for the Annual Wool Dinner. We turned right around and went back with him while he downed a hearty meal. His new house, the only one now being built in the United States, is coming along nicely and should be finished soon if the weather will stop blizzarding.
Word comes from New York that John Ross has been dispatched to Oregon by the Birdseye people, to be treasurer of some new property they have bought out there. We will miss John here in the East, but that Pacific Coast crowd will gain. Someone reported that Ax Warden was in Boston for a short stretch recently, but he was seen by no one except Freddie Ives, who sees all, knows all. John Chipman was over to the big city recently and brings back a wild tale of the extremes that Martin and Ross went to in an attempt to make him miss his train. It's getting to be a game with those two,, and probably it's just as well Ross is getting away to the fresh open spaces and out from under the influence of Martin.
Hawka Hawks tells us that he heard Eddie Heydt, whose burden in life is the preparing and dispensing of chemicals to perpetuate milady's crowning glory, has moved out from Montclair and suburban haunts to a fine place in the country. More power to you, Eddie. Simultaneously we, borne down on too heavily by the arduous duties of country squiring in dead winter, are moving into Cambridge, where at least a fair amount of the right-of-way is the civic responsibility.
Secretary, 87 State St., Framingham Center, Mass.
