We encountered Willie Allen ambling down High St. the other day. It was the first we had seen of him since his return from Cuba and South America. He was the same old Willie, just become a little stouter and a little more dignified, aswould become an international banker even in these days. Willie is living up on Beacon Hill just as he did in those days right after college, except that instead of being a small part of the general havoc caused by Rock Hayes, Bill McCarter, Gramp Eaton, Charlie Goodnow, and several others rooming together, Bill now has a de luxe apartment all by himself.
So-called business took us to an athletic night at the Art Club the other night, and' in the midst of a slightly dragging program of speaking athletic celebrities, the Big Bill Cunningham suddenly appeared and saved the day. Reading Bill's column as we do, and hearing him speak fairly often, we are constantly amazed that he never repeats a story and never runs out of new ones. He was by several miles the hit of the show, and had the guests rolling in the aisles.
That worthy publication of the California Association, "Squeaks," reports, Wehave indirect advice that Ted Townsend'19 was married on or about April 13. Aswe recall, the lady is Mrs. Edna Edwards." Word also reaches us that that greatest of the unmarrying, Louie Munro, has suddenly become an ardent fisherman, belonging to some exclusive trout club out Sharon way.
The following from the Alumni RecordsOffice, Bob French reporting from 23 Fleetwood Ave., Albany, N. Y John Ross now assistant treasurer, B. E. Maling, Inc., Hillsboro, Ore., and living at 2516 N. E. 32d Court, Portland Byron Long in the lumber business in Washington and living at the Washington Athletic Club, Seattle, Wash Elmer J. Palmer now at 2058 16th St., S. W., Kenmore, Akron, Ohio—no business connection noted .... Edgar W. Hainlen, is back physicianing and now on the staff of the Bowne Memorial Hospital, Poughkeepsie, N. Y.
And we are glad to report that Spen Dodd is recovered from his recent illnessand operation. He showed up at the Boston luncheon the other day, looking better than we have seen him for some time. Also at that luncheon was a personable young man named Cooper, now in Boston but long time of Cleveland. Mr. Cooper, an old friend of Rabbi, Stech, and Jeeves, had just been back to his Ohio haunts and reported those three gentlemen in fine health and spirits.
Finally—don't forget the Alumni Fund. We are out to reach a new high in men giving. Throw your false pride overboard and send Spider something if it's only a dollar—and do it now.
Secretary, 87 State St., Framingham Center, Mass.