Class of 1932
To the Hollern home in Minneapolis on March 17 came a little visitor. She has been named Sheila Brooks.
Amby Cram has recently joined Squadron A, a National Guard cavalry outfit in New York in which your Secretary has been a recruit since last fall. By making him think I might be a corporal I bluffed him into coming through with some information about himself, which is here duly recorded:
"Was graduated from the University ofChicago Law School in June, 1935, afterthree full years of law study, including alittle legal research in connection with abook one of the professors was writing, lawreview, and Bar Association work, and fordiversion sang in a madrigal society andthe chapel choir During the summerof 1934 another fellow and I rode a cattletrain from Chicago to New York, took afreight boat to Rotterdam, bicycled downthrough Holland, Belgium, and France,crossed the Channel, spent two weeks inLondon visiting the law courts, cycled up toEdinburgh, then to Hull, crossed the Channel to Rotterdam, cycled up the Rhine intoGermany, then back to Rotterdam andV. S. A. Total expenses for 2½ months'trip: $200 apiece Since Sept. 5, Ihave been associated with the law firm ofDonovan, Leisure, Newton & Lumbard, 2Wall St Out at the University I sawChas. McCoy every once in a while. He wasdoing post-graduate work in politicalscience and living with one of the department professors, a Dartmouth man (1919)named Jerry Kerwin. Bill Levi was also outat the University until he went back toHanover as an instructor."
MISCELLANY
Ev Stuhrman is a communications engineer with Pan-American Airways in Miami. . . . . Ted Monell is with the International Nickel Cos., Inc., Huntingdon, W. Va Sears, Roebuck has claimed another of our men—Hank Kingdon is in the Asheville, N. C. shop Morry Howard lives in Philadelphia, works with the N. Y. Shipbuilding Cos. in Camden If New Yorkers one of these bright spring mornings should happen to be startled by the sound of something like the voice of a North River tugboat coming from down there on the street where the milk-wagon stands, they might find it was Jim Shevlin. Then again, of course, they might not. At any rate he is now working for Messrs. Borden & Cos., dairymen, and resides at the Dartmouth Club Bob Mitchell lives in Montpelier, Vt., and reports state news for the Rutland Herald and the Burlington Free Press.
If you've been wondering as I have about what's happened to the Walser-Cleaves combination, here it is, along with other news, straight from our star reporter at the Nation's Capital, J. Clark: "The third oftheir triumvitate that had been saving tobuy a schooner of some sort to put overtheir wind-dynamo-selling junket went andgot married on them. I saw Whip the otherday and he reports that they have not quitegiven up hope of still doing it, but that ifit does fall through they think they'll go toNorway and ship abroad a square-riggerand pull a Villiers around the Horn 1 had a drink with Al Keyworth (Gardner,Mass., baby carriage magnate) when he wasselling his prams down here. Says businessis good, after I'd pulled the usual one andasked him with a leer in my eye. Explainedthat the depression helped sales, not somuch because there was nothing else to do,but because depressions mean lower scalesof living, and lower scales of living meanless meat, and less meat means more fish,and more fish means a higher fertility. Nice,no? Herr Castleman called a few weeks backto say he was quitting his attorneyship withthe RFC and returning to Louisville topractice there Red Tucker is stillabout, doing dashingly for the FDIC (becareful of that name—it gets in your headand won't get out, chanting: 'FDIC, Baby,etc. . . . '.') Together with Mack, who's onan 18-hour shift at the SEC along with JimLandis, who works even longer. Tucker hasto be careful about which Eyetalian spaghetti shop he goes into now. Seems therewas a little matter of putting his footthrough a chandelier in one of them here,abouts recently. Mack, I play squash withand drink beer. Sargeant also squashes withMack, as well as advancing admirably inthe local YMCA tourney."
In his chipper epistle Clark asks about Ryan. I give him the dope herewith in the words of the tall Westerner himself: Ryan says: "Discount any attempts at humor when I suggest that you address your next billet to some nameless monk in a Thibetan lamasery I am stating GRIM FACTS. I have been excommunicated by the parent school, blacklisted by the fraternity, insulted by the senior society, ignored by the formal alumni asso., and avoided by others. .... The circles of my life become more centripetal, my franz, and I could tell far more about the Seven Meditations than I can about the most sensational peccadilloes of the most outstanding classmate But I'll put myself in harmony with the psychic radiations and see what I can beg, borrow, steal, or remember. Somebody went to Omaha—l think it was Steve Harwood. Lindsay Beaton is studying medicine at Northwestern (you can put this in for the next six years as in the past three) E. A. Rich 111 recently got married and has turned into quite a rounder. Sam Moore is studying law—or was when I saw him eighteen months ago. (If Jocko Stangle was in our class (?) he is selling insurance here— and displaying admirable aloofness for one of that breed.) I ran into Jim Riley some months ago. He looked very dapper and said he was doing dramatic stuff out at the Jewish People's Institute, which has a good little theatre bunch. John Sheldon is still with the Stevens Store, and his complexion is still copyright by Mellin's, Inc. I see Jim Swartchild now and then walking around with a brace of mastiffs That I guess concludes the revelation—l have been all through the Aegis and can find nothing after Sw that clicks I am with the WPA. I have never made more money and had less. Vote for Roosevelt Chi- cago has been bitterly cold, bitterly wet, bitterly indifferent Will exchange letters from Clark, Hatcher, Wilkin, and yourself for one (1) Collegiate Attitude, slightly outmoded, fully equipped with demountable ideas I do not know how long my job will last. Vote for F. D. R."
Carlos Baker was in New York not long ago, and he and Hatcher and Eddie Marks witnessed the Army Day parade, in which this correspondent was a sorry participant. If they had known I was in it there would no doubt have been more than a few Bronx salutes, and if I had known Baker was there I would have taken my mare out of the ranks long enough to force a promise out of him to answer some of those letters this office has vainly sent out to him.
Dutch Litzenberger, who is busy wit mapping out the Alumni Fund campaigll' writes from Denver that he has run into Herb Fisher there. He is interning at St. Luke's Hospital. John Cabot was also in Denver according to Dutch, but when he heard about it C. had departed for parts unknown. .
In accordance with a suggestion of Dutch's—how's for getting in your contribution early this year? It saves the committee a lot of time and money
Secretary, 17 E. 96th St., New York
