Class of 1932
A very recently discovered cache of letters which had come to this address when I was away on a short Christmas vacation and had since remained unopened revealed only two messages from your classmates. Spec Macy announced in one of them that he had moved from the Bankers I rust to the Bond and Mortgage Guarantee Cos. in their offices at 26 Court St., Brooklyn. I telephoned him to apologize for not having acknowledged his communication, and Spec, in much weaker tones than usual, described a regimen as strenuous as any I've heard of from the ambitious young flock of Thirty-two men. Apparently he considers it a half holiday when he s through work at ten o'clock in the evening. We suspect him of being the supposed Long Island commuter who is said to have sent the telegram to his office one wintry morning lately: "Won'tbe in today. Haven't gotten home yesterday yet." Reaching bravely back into his memories of the Yale game, Spec mentioned seeing there, Bill Huse and his wife, the former Anne Elliott, and the latter's brother, Frank Elliott of your own class. Bill and Mrs. Huse are living in Hartford, and Frank is working in his father's company in Philadelphia. George Blaesi and wife are reported to be residing in Cambridge, where George is attending Harvard Law. Also according to Macy, Fred Gage is working with the firm of Greenbaum, Wolf, and Ernst, attorneys, at 115 Broadway, New York.
Paul Dunn, after seeing a few items about himself in this column, finally sent in his own account; it's about as brief a one as he possibly could have written, considering the material it covers. The first year out of college Paul spent at M. I. T., absorbing courses in business and chemical engineering administration. A year ago this winter he joined the class nomad group by working his way as a motorman, wiper, deck hand, photographer, and several other things through 33 different countries on five continents. He says he came back with more money than he started with. During the summers he was with the Mount Washington Railway as assistant to the president. And now he's employed in the mechanical department of the Boston and Maine Since Hosmer has been so definitely settled down in Syracuse as one of Etna's smart young insurance men, this column has enjoyed a general dearth of travelogues. How about giving us some details about those 33 countries, Dunn?
As a matter of fact, I hoped to have a foreign dispatch from Ferry for this issue. He and one Ace Phinney, of the class of 1931, set out for Mexico City in Ping's car, backed, with reservations, by a certain motor manufacturer. Although there were at least sixty-five miles of highway completely obliterated by landslides this side of their destination, and they were aware of it, the only really insurmountable obstacles which confronted them were in San Antonio. There they managed to sell some of their scientific equipment to the natives and scrape together enough wampum to start their homeward journey, far from discouraged. Fortunately, they were able to salvage a movie camera, which had so far lain in the back seat covered with various trinkets they had taken to bribe simple Indian folk along the way. The first cinema record was made in Fort Wayne when they were almost home. Sadly enough, this shot—of Ping coming out of the Y. M. C. A.—will probably never be seen by any of us. There wasn't any film in the camera.
CONCERNING WALSER AGAIN
Therefore the only definite thing of value coming from this safari was some news concerning Walser, who was in Terre Haute, visiting Gus Babson. At this time Whip was on his way to Washington to look for work through Amtorg Corp., flying someplace in Manchuria. There is a later flash, however. It comes from Dick Cleaves, written on House of Representatives stationery:
"Since arriving about a month ago,when we rented a house out in the Virginia woods, Whip has led a dull life. Witness a few things that have happened to him.
"First: he has chilblains on both heelsfrom running out in the snow barefoot andtrying to push a car out of a drift. He nowcan foretell a change in the weather muchmore accurately than the Weather Bureau.
"Second: he almost got both of us in jailby arguing with one of Washington's 'finest.' When I finally got him away, blocksaway, he looked around cautiously in thecop's direction, then said, 'Just one moreword—one more word, and I was going topop him!'
"Third: I am about to become halfowner of a boat, which we plan to live onthis summer. Whip, of course, will ownthe other half. As it was his idea he claimsall above the waterline, and if my halfever gets caught on a reef, or needs painting, I'll have to look after the matter. Onthe other hand, he gets to do all the sailing, as the tiller is part of his half.
"Fourth: this is the first time that Whipand I have lived together. Never beforehave I been kicked out of a place We are moving in two weeks."
Dick, who is secretary to Congressman Gillette of lowa—and a darn good one, judging from the neat piece above—, has been in touch with a number of Dartmouths in Washington, among them being Deke Mack, Jack Pyles, Jack Munn, Dave Castleman, and Chip Cronin. Sid Madian is believed to have gone back to New York. John Clark visited the WalserCleaves lodge and was forced by a snowstorm to stay all night. John wrote in a little while ago, but did not mention this undoubtedly harrowing experience. I did gather from his letter as well as other sources that he considers journalism man's most noble calling. Small wonder there, for John is typing a wide handsome swath through the sheets of the Washington Post. He recently wrote a nostalgic editorial on the joys of skiing, brought to mind by the "snow trains" which have been inaugurated this winter in New York. He did not know at the time, however, that ] had borrowed his skis for one of these snow trains, and that one of them had been left hanging in two pieces from a tree by the side of the trail. I took part of the tree out of the calf of my left leg the next day. I'm glad to say that Dartmouth has been represented by more expert downhillers than I on some of these trips. Trunkie Brittan and Bill Keyes, both '29, Marve Chandler and Bob Coltman '33, and Wes Beatty and Dave Calloway '33, have all amazed the Connecticut natives.
Axel Young is going to Mercer Beasley Law School in Newark, and in addition, studying stenography and typewriting at one of the Newark business schools. Johnny Kingsland is also at Mercer Beasley, working part of the time with a "big law outfit in Newark." Axel said he'd seen his freshman year roomie, Steve Ward, the other night. Ward, who is working with General Motors in New York, seems to be doing and looking well Since Axel wanted to know Rod Hatcher's address we might as well include it right here: 55 West 11th St., New York. Incidentally, R. Hazen is living there temporarily with Rod, and Warren Moore. Also another address, that of Bob Ryan, who is helping to hew out some sort of tunnel in Chicago; it's 1400 Lake Shore Drive, Chicago.
Jim Moore wrote in the other day, grousing about not getting any announcement of the late class dinner in New York. This has gotten to be such a general complaint that a committee is being drafted to investigate the situation. By the time we have the next dinner everyone will be practically assured of not only one announcement but several, as well as intermittent telephone calls. This seems to be the only way.
Johnny Wihitcomb's is a new face among those of Manhattan's wage slaves. I've forgotten where he is working; but he has been staying at the Britten home in one of the Oranges.
The only other slip-up in reporting that 1 am conscious of this month is the disappearance of an announcement of John Bell's wedding. He was married in January. For further details read the April ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
We hear from another member of the Fourth Estate in the person of Don MacPhail. Below the flamboyant letterhead of the Manchester (N. H.) Union Leader, he writes: . Luckily I landed here andhave been working in the editorial department ever since. To date I have done alittle of everything. Part of the summer Ifollowed the National Guard encampments around the state playing RichardHarding Davis or Floyd Gibbons and freezing every night on an army cot. Right nowI am hiding my identity and masqueradingas Jack Frost for a winter sports page thatI get out once a week. It's lots of fun, andI make Hanover every few weeks on mytravels. I am also working nights and sleeping all day, so my social life is not that itshould be. Reg Abbott is working here tooand is pounding the typewriter a few rowsahead of me as I'm writing this.
"Early in the fall I was publicity directorfor a 'Register Your Baby' campaign inConcord, which should come home underwraps as the dizziest campaign ever held,not excluding the Rum, Rebellion, andRyan affair.
"Joe and Peggy Carleton, your correspondent, and others officially opened Joe'snew apartment at 6 Alden St., Cambridge,last night. After a whirl at graduate school,Bagle has settled down to learning theexecutive end of the candy business. Hesays that all this guff about the class babyis all right, but that Junior, aged eightmonths, would win the 'best baby' prizeeasily.
"'ja in Manchester is extraordinarilyquiet. I ran into Art Moreau last week. Heis still working in the hardware businessand has recently acquired a wife and awedding trip through the 48 states. LesWilson is climbing telephone poles for thePublic Service Company and is looking disgustingly healthy. Buster Sails was aroundfor a while but has departed for parts unknown. Roger Benezet is a last-year manat Yale School of Architecture.
"Don MacPhail (not me—somebody else)was up this fall to take part in the U. S.amateur tournament in Brookline. Afterplaying brilliantly through two byes helost a tough match. The crowning ignominyoccurred when it became known thathis conqueror was a former Yale.
"Gould is selling shredded wheat toMinnesota farmers and refuses to write.Jack Carlton is at the G. E. plant in Schenectady and writes sporadically. JohnCarnell is around Albany working atsomething or other. Saw Swenson and Sumner occasionally this fall in Concord. Raninto Tom Dublin one Sunday afternoon ina quiet suburban town, looking not onlywell but for a place to drink beer. Met AlMcKenzie as I was Jack Frosting about thestate, just as he was about to start for thetop of Mt. Washington to hibernate forthe winter."
Did anybody see Pettengill at Carnival?
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