Class of 1928
There was a game that we used to play at parties years ago in which the innocent victim was asked to mount a chair, and then with a broom as a support, hold up a tumbler of water against the ceiling. Stepping down from the chair, the chair then being removed, the victim would ask, "Now what?", and the reply would be,
"That's all," and there he would be, not daring to let go. I feel very much like that at this point, but if you can stand it until the June issue I guess I can.
As promised, we have with us this month the two children of Bruce Lewis, Mary Virginia, age six, and Ralph Emerson, age four. Bruce lives in Nutley, N. J., and in a recent letter gives us the following information about some of our classmates: "Walt McKee tells some interesting talesabout his stay in Brussels with the foreigndepartment of the National City Bank, andCraw Pollock had interesting tales aboutthe disrupted service on the Long IslandR. R. during the storm. Ed Heyn marriedlast fall and has changed his residencefrom Montclair, N. J., to Brooklyn Heights,N. Y. By reason of business I see StewHoagland once a week. He has a lovelydaughter, and there is something in thewind concerning a second expectancy. Justat the present writing he and his wife areenjoying a cruise to the West Indies. ErnieWright visits us from Philadelphia quiteoften. He is still numbered among the single members of the class. He had quite aserious automobile accident on Broad St.,Philadelphia, one morning about threeA.M. He managed to escape with only afew small broken bones in his foot and acouple of gashes on his head. Virgil McNeil carries on his insurance business withhis father in New Haven. He has a son anddaughter just slightly younger than mine."
At the Boston Alumni Association dinner at the Copley Plaza on March seventh the class was represented by Don Norris, Fran Thurston, Jeff Glendinning, Gene Magenis, Rupe Thompson, Larry Martin, and Jack Phelan. Larry was reelected treasurer for another year. Jack continues on the executive committee for the second year of his two-year term. There may have been some other members of the class there, lying under the artificial palms undiscovered.
Don Norris, holder of the Schultz memorial trophy for the long distance baseball throw from deep short to the first base bleachers, has left the banking business and is now with the John A. Lowell Bank Note Cos. of Boston. The latest reports on the underground telegraph tell us that he is still unwed, but not unkissed.
While on the subject of the nine, let us turn to Joe Murphy. The lank patrolman of Green's outer gardens is in Gloucester, Mass., selling securities for Studley, Shupert Cos. It is said that Joe is frequently seen around the athletic fields of the North Shore high schools, telling the star performers of the glories of Dartmouth. Joe Smith, the erstwhile pedagogue of the Poconos, has left the teaching profession and has cast his lot with the commercials. I saw him, with his fiancee, on the way to the Harvard football game, and learned that he is now with the W. T. Grant Cos. in their Dorchester store. As may be deduced from the above, the nuptials have not yet been celebrated.
Of all our classmates who is the one that we see most frequently? You said, it:
There are folks of every kind In every ad that you can find, In the trolley cars, and in the magazines; There are classy dames in sables, Lolling languidly at tables, There are gents in bathing trunks and gabardines.
But of all the smiling faces That you see in public places There is none with such sang froid and polished hair As that boy you see in swimmin', Fair beseiged by gorgeous women, Our own rakish, racy Irvine Theodore Baehr.
I have seen him playing polo, Cruising south on the "Malolo," Sipping tall ones in a modernistic pub, But my lagging spirits gathered When I saw him highly lathered Sitting bathing, smiling, happy in a tub.
The little fellow with the Teddy bear is Jerry O'Sullivan, son of classmate Johnny and Helen O'Sullivan. Jerry's dad is working for the Crucible Steel Cos. and lives in Syracuse, N. Y.
Nineteen twenty-eight day at the Dartmouth Lunch Club at the Parker House in Boston (every Friday, in case you have forChuck gotten) is still a good place to go to see the boys. I went up last week to represent the North End and found faithful Phelan and Martin on hand. That was an off day, as the numbers of our class are generally much better. Ninteen twenty-seven was out in full force.
Has anybody here seen Kelly? And has anybody here seen Al Kitts, Rocky Keith, phil MacKown, Johnnie Gordon, Maurie Cogan, Buck Serrell, Gene Ramey, or Howie Moss?
Explicit.
Secretary, Wm. Iselin & Cos. 357 Fourth Ave., New York
As prepared by 41 Grozier Rd., Cambridge, Mass.
