Class of 1902

Hello, everybody. Herewith our Thanks-giving greetings.

The returns from my annual round-up invitation are beginning to come in. If I were a chemist I'd probably say "filtering," used to connote a drop by drop effect, but as it is perhaps we'll let it go as first stated. There's always an element of chance in this game I am trying to play, and lots of humor if you can only see it that way. Just for example, I did ask you fellows, if you didn't mind, to tell me who was your leading candidate for the Presidency. Of course I am not going to give away a lot of personal secrets, I try to be cautious, but it seemed that the net result might interest the group.

Well, to make a short story shorter, I have to date about twenty returns, and the result is a landslide for Mr. Landon. Where's the humor? There's quite a bit of it. First of all, some fellows wouldn't tell me, so I am thinking that they were afraid of being Literary Digested. Then, I got quite a kick out of some of the political comments, but since this is a college magazine and not a party organ, that part of the story perhaps should not, as they say, go on the air. And third, yes you have guessed it, some of you saw the point and answered me right away. What's the use of asking such a thing if I didn't expect to hear from you pronto?

So those men who haven't answered yet are hereby excused from the query on elections. But nobody should go back on me completely because of that. Some of the other items will receive attention later, but first I must have more letters.

By way of the Alumni Office, we learn that Colonel Pillsbury (Cap to us) has been sent to the Canal Zone. You can get him at Balboa Heights, Canal Zone. Don't know whether or not you can make it from there, Cap, but our 35th is in June and some of us haven't seen you for a long time.

Guy Abbott has a new address at 1625 Ridge Ave., Evanston, Ill. Clarence Hazen is now at 56 Arlington St., Newton, Mass., and Dr. Burr Whitcher has moved to 96 California St., Long Beach, Long Island, N. Y. Whose move is it next?

Ducky Drake sailed for Europe September 23 on the Queen Mary for his annual trip. He will be busy, but we know we'll hear about his trip when he gets back.

Some of you fellows have been wondering about Bob Smith, but you can let up on it now. Bob says that while he has been in Hanover many times, he could never make it at reunion time. He hopes now to be present in June, 1937. Bob's son is at the University of Akron and his daughter is taking a secretarial course.

I don't know just how far to go with a suggestion from Phil Thompson, but it does seem that he has expressed a real idea.

"Very slowly getting out of the depression here in Maine, so that I hope to takea trip to Jamaica next March. Hope someothers may get down there."

What do you think of that notion? Of course there are some hard-boiled specimens who think Phil bought a couple of hotels down there last year and is trying to increase the dividends, but if they have forgotten the touch of poetry and inspiration in Phil's report last year, a review of the last volume of the MAGAZINE will indicate that this hope springs from pure altruism. What was that word, Phil,— swizzle?

I'll have to be more careful for I note that already I have mentioned four of the doctors in the class, and the rest of you will think I am partial. Never mind, you think it over and you'll find that one of the contributions 1902 has made to the world is a generous quota of distinguished physicians.

One general item of importance appears in my correspondence, and that is a feeling of indebtedness to our class agent for his work on the Alumni Fund. We seem to have trouble in finding any shekels for him to corral, so we realize what a tough job he has. And considering everything, I am sure you will join me in congratulating Fitzie on his accomplishment. If there is any disappointment at all on the result, we know that he is not responsible for that.

For myself I feel on the Fund situation exactly as I did some years ago. It does perhaps rub a little to dig down where there isn't much in order to help make a proper showing, yet where are we when people begin to expect less and less from us! There will come a time when we will be beyond doing and beyond giving. That time hasn't come yet, and may it be a long time coming. We are not through, some of us may be getting short-winded, a little too convex, and perchance a little thin just beneath the fedora, but through,—who says we're through?

But I'm through until December.

Secretary, 130 Woodridge Place, Leonia, N. J.