Class of 1928
To make sure that I would carry out the promise or threat that Roy made in his last article to the effect that the Boston notes would be written up by me or by Red Edgar, Roy recently wired me from Highpoint, N. C., and stated that he was called there "unexpectedly." I suspect that Roy actually went there so that he could send me the telegram and convince me that he was not available to write the article himself. I must admit, however, that I would not mind being in North Carolina myself.
I was at the Parker House last week and discovered Al Fusonie wandering around the hotel looking for the Dartmouth Luncheon Club room, and we entered into a long conversation, during which Al let me in on the greater part of his recent history. Douglas Fusonie arrived on the morning of November 2, 1935, and Al and Dot are claiming credit for Dartmouth's victory over Yale on that day. Al admits that Douglas was nowhere near the Yale Bowl on that day, but insists that his mere presence on the universe was sufficient to account for the victory. Inasmuch as Al has had four or five undefeated teams in the past eight years at Taft School, there may be some substance to his claim. Al has spent four summers in Germany, but didn't try any German on me, probably assuming that I'd do well if I understood him in English. Al looked very well and claimed he is only three pounds heavier than he was in the fall of 1927.
Our local spies have informed us that Barbara and Don Norris are the happy parents of Richard Norris, who arrived on January 2, 1936, and weighed in at eight and one-quarter pounds. Don admits that Richard arrived just two months too late to claim any credit for the Yale game, but believes that he will be important enough in his own right.
Frank Thurston's bureau is now ornamented with a handsome cup which indicates that he won the men's singles championship at tennis at the Bear Hill Country Club at Wakefield this past fall. Frank is still out interviewing witnesses for insurance companies, and occasionally cheats people out of their just claims.
After the Yale game Frank, Pearl, and I went to Rappy Bavier's house in Naugatuck in Connecticut, and Sue gave us a very fine buffet supper. None of us, however, ate any more than their bouncing baby daughter, who has an appetite that puts her father to shame—and considerable expense. After supper we all went over to Ansonia, Conn., where Lawson Van Riper was having an after-the-game party at his parents' home. Roy Martin was among those present, as well as several Yale men who took a good riding from the jubilant Dartmouths. Van's father missed his first Yale game in many years and insists on some small portion of the credit for the victory. He has so many rivals for this honor that he probably isn't very well satisfied with the amount of credit he is receiving.
Cuddy Gardner and Lil are back in Boston after a quiet sojourn of several years in peaceful Philadelphia. Cuddy is with an advertising firm in Boston and is working his way towards the top.
Monty Wells is a teacher coach at the Brookline High School, and according to the local newspapers his indoor track team is scheduled to be among the contenders for the state championship this winter.
Ralph Rickenbaugh lived in Wellesley from September until December, when General Motors promoted him and sent him to Detroit. Rick has done about as well as anybody we" know of in the class since graduation, and congratulations are in order on his recent promotion.
Larry Martin is gradually working his way up in the Shawmut Bank in the credit department, and is looking forward to a month in charge of the department in the absence of his immediate superior, who is leaving for a month in Cuba on business. In case anybody is interested, Larry recently moved to 25 Yale Ave., Wakefield.
Roy should be back to work by the next issue, and I suspect he will then have some news from our outlying districts such as Chicago, Florida, and the Far West.
Secretary, William Iselin & Company 357 4th Ave., New York As prepared by John V. Phelan
