Class of 1902
And now the month of May, the month when the class and club secretaries meet in Hanover. Who wouldn't like to visit Hanover at this time, but you will add, "or at any other time!" And while you are thinking about it, why not begin to plan even now to see how you can make the pilgrimage in June of 1937. Some of you fellows who haven't been back for years ought to get around then. You won't be lost, for the MAGAZINE has kept you in touch, but nevertheless you will have many a thrill. It is not too soon to get this date officially on the calendar.
I am sorry I had to miss the New York dinner, but Roy Hatch informs me that by strenuous efforts Eddy succeeded in doubling the '02 attendance of the year before. Now he is out to redouble. Go to it, Eddy, I'll try to help you out next time. Edson, Tozzer, Hatch, and Bunker are all right for quality, but we'll all have to admit that they can't do much in the way of quantity.
A clipping from the Springfield Republican of last spring gave some interesting news about our class baby, Robert H. Field. It may be a bit old by this time, but you are pleased to read:
"Robert H. Field, connected with thelocal Litchard and Cook agency of theMassachusetts Mutual Life Insurance Company, has been declared the winner of anation-wide contest among the company'sagents for the best sales talk. Mr. Field hasbeen a member of the agency for morethan three years, coming to this city a totalstranger. Since joining the agency he hasbeen a consistent leading producer, eachyear having shown an increase in production."
That's fine, we are always glad to know how these youngsters are coming along, even if it does mean that they are crowding us oldsters a bit. Perhaps we need it.
Time of December 17 carried an article on Gulf Oil with a story of "Gulf's Drake the Mellons like him," and brightened up the column with a picture of Ducky. All right, the Mellons can like him, but we liked him first, and that's something not to be disregarded.
The Alumni Records Office has reported the following changes of address in addition to those which I have previously set forth:
Guy Abbott, 1600 Hinnan Ave., Evanston, Ill.
Fred Bradley, 425 Cloverleaf Drive, Monrovia, Calif.
Jack Cannell, 50 A High St., Everett, Mass.
Neale Carley, 4926 N. Troy St., Chicago,Ill.
P. P. Edson, 325 E. 41st St., N. Y. City. Phil Griffin, 8030 S. Honore St., Chicago, Ill.
William Hall, Chester, N. H.
Larry Hill, School St., Sanbornville, N. H.
Barney Luce, c/o Paine, Webber & Co., 25 Broad St., N. Y. City. Gus Parry, 3722 82d St., Jackson Heights, N. Y.
Martin Peck, office, 37 Marlborough St., Boston, Mass.
Crosby Tappan, 319 Plymouth Rd., W. Palm Beach, Fla.
That's quite a list, but in the old days we used to move around more than this. Anyway, be sure that whatever your address may be you make a point of letting us know what it is.
It's too bad that these notes must be so condensed each month, but more pages mean more expense, and so class secretaries must do their part in trying to keep away from red ink. This is by way of prefacing my deliberate action in giving you only a portion of Tom Hubbard's letter. Tom sells medical books in Oklahoma, but let him tell it.
"Life is much the same with me as ithas been for the last five years in an arduous struggle to improve the knowledge ofthe medical profession. Sometimes I ammuch discouraged because so many of themare such 'dumb chicks.' One M.D. suggested that a pan of water under the bedwould assist the patient in avoiding nightsweats, while another treated a patient forjaundice for seven years before he discovered that the patient was a Chinaman."
Here I have been lauding the doctors in general, and our own in particular, and now I find that when I get the low down on them they aren't quite so much after all. Still I'd be willing to wager, that is if I had not heard that Chinaman story before, that any '02 M.D. could have solved that jaundice mystery in less than half that time.
"Son James, an expert meteorologist forUncle Sam, now at Fort Bliss, Texas, foundhe had a five-day furlough, beginning at4 P.M. on the, Monday of the week beforeChristmas. At 4:01 he was on his way homewith $4.00 for traveling money. At 3 P.M.Tuesday he was in Edmond, Okla., havingtraveled 600 miles in 23 hours. He didn'tcare to use any of his 120 hours leave inmere sleep, though he did take a short reston the coldest grass plot he ever met."
And after Tom thought he was through he just had to put on a P.S., born in a moment of retrospection.
"Do you realize that it is nearly 33 yearssince we walked up the aisle in the oldchurch to get us each a sheepskin whichhas never seen the light of day since, exceptperhaps to be shown to our wives to impress them with our great wisdom, which,alas, they (or at least mine) are prone toquestion?"
Yes, Tom, I realize it, more perhaps than you think. For I have to go through something of that same performance in one capacity or another each succeeding June. Yet all I can see is that each year the flock of fiedgings is even more youthful than the last. But don't try at this hour to prove to me that a college diploma is positive proof of an education. Why, some of your doctor friends doubtless have two or three of them! So long until June.
Secretary, 130 Woodridge Place, Leonia, N. J.
