Class of 1909
Our New York classmates have settled on a definite place for their regular luncheons—the Longchamps Restaurant in the Chanin Building, 42d St. and Lexington Ave., where they have a private room and are served some of the best food in New York at reasonable prices. Emmett Naylor's law office is in the same building, and he makes the arrangements for the luncheons. If you are in New York, telephone him or his secretary (make a note of the telephone—Lexington 2-4430)' and you will get full information.
Emmett recently took a rest and vacation to recover from the arduous work of chaperoning six Junior Leaguers, including his two daughters, on a trip to Bermuda. Since the loss of Mrs. Naylor some three years ago, his older daughter, who is an artist, has been running the household for Emmett. They live in a penthouse apartment at 37 East 64th St., where all .classmates are welcome and where, if you drop in, you will probably find some other member of the class also calling. You will get a very hospitable reception. Emmett's son Winford is a freshman at Dartmouth this year. Emmett and he raise and train saddle and race horses at their country place in Cummington in the Berkshires and so far are ahead of the game financially. We don't know how he manages to do it. He races some of his horses on the Eastern Circuit, and his colors are canary yellow and Dartmouth green. His entries this summer should be worth at least a small bet. I say this with some confidence, because, having bet on only six horse races and having failed each time to pick a horse that even finished in the money, I have thus a one hundred percent batting average which qualifies me on equal terms with the best of the other horse-race experts whose newspaper selections I followed.
Frank Williams is enjoying his work in the trust department of the Rhode Island Hospital Trust Company in Providence. Frank handles their mortgages, and naturally under existing circumstances must have had a lively time for the past year or two. Having both a professional and trustee's interest in the matter, I tried to get out of Frank what he thought as to the result in this field of the work of the Home Owners Loan Corporation, but Frank was courteously and firmly non-committal. Perhaps this is just as well, because the MAGAZINE would undoubtedly refuse to print my own thoughts if frankly expressed.
Several of us thought we would have some fun at the expense of Marjorie Burns by addressing her as the Widow Burns, etc. But the conduct of the Burnses has been terrible, contrary both to the rules and regulations of the local chapter of the Husbands' Union and the local chapter of the Wives' Union. If Bob doesn't come back to Winchester for the week-end, she goes over to New York for the week-end. In between, she is entirely occupied with her newspaper work and her broadcasting. And Bob is working morning, noon, and night on his new job, selling milk in New York. It's no way for either one of them to behave, and resolutions of censure have been passed by both local chapters.
Bunk Irwin's stay in Porto Rico terminates in June, and we hope his next assignment is in New England.
Having dinner with the Averys the other evening in their apartment (three bathrooms and everything in which I got lost only once), I was startled to find that Phil had made, painted, and decorated the cornices over the windows in the living room with his own fair hands. Never knew before that he ever wielded anything except a draftsman's pencil and a golf club. He has signed up so many contracts this winter that he will undoubtedly be busy until next fall supervising the construction involved, but if you want any cornices he will probably have some spare time next fall. He and I are rather worried, however, about our spending money this summer, because Sandy Hooker will be away at least a month and Bob Burns probably won't be available for golf except on rare occasions.
Secretary, Atlantic National Bank Bldg. 100 Milk St., Boston, Mass.
