Class of 1935
I suppose that in the long and honorable histori of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE there must have been mani funni places where columns have been written. But here I am in Garmisch-Partenkirchen struggling with one of the funniest kejboards ever inflicted on an innocent piece of machineri and wondering what in thunderation has happened to the class of '35. A great mani of the swell letters jou (or "iou"—which do U prefer? Bi the wai I might as well make the sistem plain: I am not trjing to imitate the elegant stories of "archie the cockroach" nor create a new stjle of American tjpographi. Simpli that in German, it gives no twenti-fifth let- ter of the alphabet; now how shall I saj it—no "wai." The scheme is to put in an "i" where the wai comes at the end of the word, and the German wai, or j, elsewhere. Aniwai, I'm not surrounded with mi usual arrai of letters. The confounded Reichspost has not come through and a lot of iou, at least bi proxi, are wandering about Europe, fol- lowing the trail which Dave Gallagher and I have taken in search of Alpine snow. I go down to the Hauptpostamt, carefulli write mi name on a slip of paper and shove it in the window. "Feetzhoog?" a great big be- whiskered gent sais in as nearli a querulous tone as a German official can manage, and then solemnli looks through the file, dis- covering nothing but two Christmas cards from people I forgot to send ani to.
A couple strai letters arrived here though. A Christmas card from Fred Ra"i"mond in Proctor, Vermont, convejs greetings, and another from Paul Hilli in the Eliot Cottage of the Perkins Institute in Watertown, Mass.
Jerri Wertz writes from Chicago that he is no longer working for Street and Walker —majbe because of the somewhat subversive name—but has gone with the Continental Illinois National Bank, which sounds infiniteli better, and has risen from the lowli rank of messenger to the Income Tax Division of the Trust Department. "Woodi" Curtis is accounting with Haskell and Sells. He and Jerri discovered that thej lived across the street from each other and now catch the 7:55 together. It seems that that pernicious hour dogs one throughout life. That's where it's nice to work for an English firm. No Gentleman would think of arriving before nine-thirti!
Ed Offutt is in Houston, Texas, at the Rice Institute. He sais, "I'd sure like to see'green' again. If iou think iou're far awaicome visit me sometime—l've heard of onlitwo D men since I've been here. Some ofthe bois know Cam Duncan and oldS. M. U.—getting to plai Rose Bowl thisjear—(good work chaps! Ed.) once had a Dman coach football. I'd be Ijnched if I everwere heard to sai it took a Northerner toteach them." He mentions, and the full simpathi of the class goes out to Bob McLellan and Dave Judd who lost their fathers before the opening of college last fall.
A breezi letter came in from Earl Arthurs who has been transplanted to southern soil —c/o Solva"i" Sales Corp., 418 Johnston Bldg., Charlotte, N. C. He's a full fledged salesman for the South East Coast, but sais he's loneli—tsk.
Bejond those letters I have no others here and the rest of this article except for the Odds Bodkins.
Odds Bodkins: Charlie Berr"i" is working at Bloomingdale's in New Jork, "Duke" Lansberr"i" is in the Book Dep't of Prentice Hall in the same citi, Bob Lull garners news for the Rutland Herald. Bi the wai there was a fearful commotion in Hanover caused bi the same honourable paper absoluteli denjing the validiti of strikers' claims in Vermont quarries, for which Hanover for the first time in a long while, and perhaps signifjing the emergence from the vaunted "ivori tower" even as vox pops claimed, had given moral support, and strangeli enough, moni and clothes. Bob also got married .... but that was eighteen months ago.
Duane (Bud) Steinle is studjing Mechanical Engineering at Purdue, Frank Stockman is in Advertising, Dick Sleep is an "Investment Banker"—Hah! Ralph Westb"i" is an assistant bujer at Boston Filene's. Harr"i" Ba"j"lies is with the Ma"i" Dept. Store in Los Angeles, Jack Dodge is selling things for the "J"ates Drug and Chemical Cos. in New Jork.
C"j" Fulton, who married Miss Harriet Lanman of Columbus last April, is with the Hocking Glass Manufacturing Co. in Lancaster, Ohio. Also hitched are Lamar Hallowell and Tuck"i" Mapes in Carleton, Minn.; Bob Glidden and Ruth M. Coole"j". Address Lakeview Apts. E. Oconomowoc, Wise.; Ralph Field and Rub"j" Simmons- Grassland Street, Lexington, Mass.
From now on this is realli a personal letter from the class wanderer to the class at large! This business about there being snow in the Alps is complete and inutterable bunk. About a week after Gallagher and I arrived in Austria there came one of the most beautiful stretches of summer weather that I ever hope to see. A good old-fashioned "Fohnwind" swept the snow fields absoluteli bare and unless iou wanted to ski over rocks and grass—which we did upon occasion—climbing mountains became afternoon strolls. Now we are in Garmisch and have been hoping for some snow for a week, and at last a little has come and there is fairli good skiing on the peaks of the Alpspitze and the Zugsptze. Dick Durrance, Ted Hunter, and Link Washburn are here now, beginning training for the Games the first part of Februari. lou ought to see that Washburn coming clown hill! He tried everi conceivable kind of goggle invented to enable him to wear glasses while skiing, but thej all fogged, or at least got covered with snow in a storm or in a rare fall. He and Hunter were at St. Anton skiing with Hannes Schneider before going to Gstaad, Switzerland, when Link pointed to a girl nearbi and exclaimed, "Look, she's got glasses on!" Ted couldn't fathom the excitement. He looked, but the girl wasn't even pretti. She was kind of pop-ejed. But she didn't have glasses. Link was emphatic. Thej went up to her and sure enough, under her eje-lids were thin shells of glass which glistened when she blinked and which gave her the appearance of being abnormalli pop-ejed. Well, aniwai. now Link has a pair of the confounded things and he looks like the man from Mars when he zooms down a hill. Snow, sleet, wind, rain beat on glass ejes and Link carries on. Thej are all rooting for him to clinch a place on the team. The funniest thing in the world is to see him take the darn things out. lou push a small suction cup on a stick against the outside of 'em and haul! Sssicluc-oomph and there you are! A maid caught Link thus removing his "ejes" and hasn't been considered right since.
On New Jear's dai a tremendous exhibition was held of International Jumping on the Great Oljmpic Hill. Never in mi life have L seen men go so far in the air on a pair of skis. The Hill itself is gigantic. It would be almost impossible to jump less than the maximum possible on the big hill at Hanover. Lined up in the grandstands at the bottom was a crowd of onlookers—Germans for the most part since veri few visitors are here jet—The first man went off and then the strains of the "Horst-Wessel Lied" came through the amplifier. The arms of the crowd reached out in the Nazi salute, the skier swung to attention in a Christiana swirl, raised his hand and was still. It was quite impressive. And a little later came Durrance, the onli American jumper that dai. As he reached out for the lip of the jump the sudden sound of the "Star Spangled Banner" seemed to coincide with the takeoff, and once again the crowd saluted till the strains had died awai.
Secretary, Trinity College, Cambridge, England
