Class of 1919
From a*lmost everyone we know comes newspaper clippings of the Bresnahan fire. It would be fun to say that it started by spontaneous combustion in the left Bresnahan moustachio, but it was no joking matter. Tom was aroused by the smell of smoke in the middle of one of our coldest nights, went downstairs to investigate, and found things going full tilt. He got his wife and young son downstairs and supposedly out on the porch, only to find that the son was not there and the porch door had shut and locked itself. The door was broken down and Tom found the boy and got him out, although both were burned in some degree. George Rand, a neighbor in New Rochelle, arrived on the scene and, always the haber- dasher, objected to Tom's neat pajamas as not the thing to wear to evening fires during the winter season. Tom agreed that for comfort something else might be more practical, but where would you find an expanse of clothing which would drape the Bresnahan frame. George went into a trance and came up with the name of Ken Huntington—and sure enough the Huntington wardrobe produced just what the doctor ordered.
News from Spider contains the following items: There is another 1919 skier. None other than Clarence Buttenwieser has become a dashing, daring, and energetic fanatic. That makes four of us—first thing you know we'll be having a '19 race down Hell's Highway. Red Murphy, these many years with Graybar in Buffalo, has been trans- ferred to New York City, where he is doing his bit in the merchandise department. And Chet DeMond, the big league bridge player, has been transferred to the St. Louis office of Price, Waterhouse & Co.
And speaking of St. Louis, one L. W. Munro of here and hereabouts was married to Miss Harriet Sheppard on February 22 in Newburyport, Mass., while thousands cheered but Hayes, Bird, and Davis wept bitter tears. The groom's shining countenance from over a very notable ascot tie beamed down upon as pretty a bride as you ever did see. After a merry hour and a half with millioms of friends, they set sail for Havana, and by golly they are still there. Sometime they're coming home and going to live in Cohasset.
The Bresnahan fire even brought word from Vaughan Little, who very sensibly slept through the whole thing a block and a half away. He reports that Tom's own story of the affair is worth crossing the continent to see, and adds that the party started by Tom's waking his wife and saying, "Don't look now, but I think the houseis on fire." We have investigated this last crack and find that there is no word of truth in it. The phone rang on a recent Saturday afternoon and it was the McCarter down for heavy conferences with the various athletic moguls from Harvard, Yale, and what not. We said we'd like to see him and he said he'd like to see us, but it soon developed that the only time he could possibly get free was at dinner time. We asked him to dinner and he said it sort of bothered him horning in on our dinner party, but that it didn't bother him much. So he came to dinner, or as much of it as he could do before making for the eight forty-five, and we enjoyed it very much.
Hap Hinman sends me a clipping from the Barre (Vt.) Daily Times which pictures Jack Gordon, who has just been reelected for a third term as mayor of that city. Spen Dodd reports that Tex Radford was in Boston recently from Houston, Texas. Spen promised me a lot of news about Tex and other people from strange parts, but as yet we have no report. George Bingham on a trip West saw Lou Haerle in Indian- apolis, and reports him well and comparatively happy. More important, George is whispering about that he is announcing his engagement to Miss Elizabeth Anderson of Honolulu.
The following 'lgers were present at the annual dinner in Boston: Nock Wallis, Doc Carrigan, Henry Clay, Howie Cole, Al Crosby, Bob Roland, Frank Strout, all the way from Portland, Me., Herb Fleming, Tohnny Shelburne, whom it was particularly good to see after all these years, George Bingham, Spen Dodd, Jim Davis, Rock Hayes, and Larry Aldrich. At the New York dinner: Dan Featherston, Heinie Siegbert, Vaughan Little, Jack Reilly (how did he get way down there?), Tom Bresnahan, Red Murphy, Bri Greeley, Lou Garrison, Batch Batchelder, Bill Hooven, and Spider Martin.
Just a word about the Fund. It is an immeasurable help to Spider if everyone comes through promptly, saving him the endless detail involved in following you up. Also, let's all try to boost the ante just a little this year—the College needs their part, and it's high time we were building a little clean fund if we are going to give the College a whole new plant at our twenty- fifth reunion.
Secretary,27 Coolidge Hill Rd., Cambridge, Mass.
