Class of 1931
What, so soon! Yes, summer's over I guess, .... but the lethargy lingers on and only two fingers remember how to find their way around the keyboard .... and that's about as many letters (Ed. note: slight exaggeration) from '3l-ers as found their way into the bldg. "Uncle Andy" didn't leave to charity HOWEVER, 349 of the Class contributed handsomely to the Alumni Fund, 78% of par.
One indisputable development of the summer is that '3l was responsible for an increase in the population of this hemisphere—Young Bill (William Lloyd) STECK and July 4 was the day. Independent? Well, just ask his father, or better still, stop in on him at 3303 East 149 th St. if you're near Cleveland. There probably are other additions, must have been—scallions to the parents who would try to keep such happy events a secret .... but when it comes
to marriage announcements, no such reticence is noticeable in our clan—we have 6 of them. If any summer nuptials have been left out, then truly this is the last stand for the bachelors and what once came under the heading of bravery against great odds now shapes up as just plain foolhardiness. So to you die-hards, appears as if a "strategic" retreat followed by a "dignified" surrender is your best move
May 22nd at New Haven in the Center Church on the Green, Miss Rose Virginia Hook to William Haunton SMITH of South Hadley Falls, Mass. The special to the New York Times I saw gives us more; Rose V. graduated from Vassar last June, her father is president of the New England Council, BILL was abetted by five of his Holyoke crowd, and now is back once more with the Hadley Falls Trust Cos.
June 19th at Minneapolis in St. Paul's Episcopal Church Miss Alice Beardslee to one Hart Devin ("Zoofer") GILCHRIST. Home is now 18701 Kinsman Rd., Shaker Heights, Cleveland .... GILLY, you know, left oil and coal for a cleaner (?) article, stocks, which he trades ambidextrously for Boston Bates & Cos. in Union Trust Bldg.
A week later, June 26th, far out in Seattle we find Miss Elizabeth Rawn Brinkley and George Cunningham NICKUM completely oblivious of everything else but themselves. Down in the Poison Bldg. in the daytime, NICK will have to do his naval architecting but when he closes up shop it's now 1112 Broadway North.
On Wednesday, June 30th Miss Elizabeth Wilson Stetzer became Mrs. Daniel DENHAM—the fateful spot, Addisleigh, St. Albans, Long Island. Where now?— Dan didn't say.
Getting into July, we go all the way to the 22nd—then it was and at Brookline, Mass. that Miss Janet Slobodkin became the bride of Melvin Saul LEVISON. MEL sells for Snow Crest, Inc. out of Salem, domiciling at 95 Adams St., Waltham.
Our last announcement as we go to press reads: "Mrs. Joseph M. Griffin requests the honor of your presence at themarriage of her daughter Eileen to Mr.David Walton KELLEY on Saturday morning, July thirty-first at ten o'clock, SacredHeart Church, Roslindale, Mass."
The very best of happiness to all of you.
Now I could tell you why I certainly would give something to have a ringside seat when Hugo goes up the drive to the White House and into Franklin's office to look him in the eye and explain why he didn't think it worth mentioning that he was a Kluxer .... or why the 20 billions we borrowed for recovery are some day, somehow, going to have to come out of the "little fellow" because the rich don't make near that much .... or what I think of the RR's announcement that train hostesses form a new career for women "5'7" to "s'io" tall, unmarried, aged 24 to 35, 115 to 135 lbs., vivid in chick uniforms, collegebred and marked by personality plus .... to keep guests quiet, calm and comfortable enroute." And oust that venerable institution, the colored Pullman Porter, whose wide, radiant smiles, yassuss, art of tip-receiving, service and pride in his calling have been part of the train itself? Indeed! .... or I could go on at length (as I have around the office) about the Temagami Forest Preserve in Northern Ontario with its thousand-odd lakes and islands, where a balsam-bough bed seems softer than a Simmons Beauty-Rest and you can catch the limit on trout or bass or pickerel every day, and how the serenity and solitude as you paddle your canoe or sit around the fire finally lifts the cares of this workaday world from your shoulders (until a loon out on the water has a nightmare and bursts into screams like those of a lost soul in torment) BUT you didn't hire me as a commentator or a diarist so put me in my place. Let's hear what you're thinking and doing—then we'll make something out of this.
I£ after-office-hours correspondence comes hard (know how that is)—let's settle for a minute between halves at Yale or Princeton. The very mention of those games brings out the proper autumnal spirit .... Summer is over.
Secretary, 2904 Gulf Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa.
