Class of 1919
This issue is always a chronicle of who was at what football game and notes of the parties connected with them. As the class ages perceptibly and becomes willing to sit calmly in its seats and watch the bands between the halves, our listing of those at the games becomes less and less complete, but we still spot a number that we seldom see elsewhere.
We jumped down to the Brown game with the Louie Munros, and saw D. P. Cole the Fall River journalist, and Chug Sears; neither of whom we had laid eye to since some reunion way back. The Martins, Johnny Murphy, Jock Murray, the Chuck Eatons, and Hawka Hawks were there. The guy who sat in front of us kept looking surreptitiously at us and we at him. Finally we both gave up and asked each other. It was Everett Moxon. McCarter was wandering around as if it was a day off instead of a football game. He didn't seem to be counting the house even.
The next week-end found things starting the .night before, as usual, with a party at the University Club. Those present and making all kinds of noise were Bill White, Bob Proctor, John Chipman, Spen Dodd, Elmer Pilsbury, Herb Fleming, Ray Adams, Rock Hayes, Chuck Eaton, Al Crosby, Jim Davis, Jack McCrillis, Bud Potter, Art Havlin, Phil Bird, Louie Munro, Bill Hoard, Howie Cole, George Bingham, Jock Murray, Al Googins, Spider Martin, and George Ludlow, who showed up for the first time since he has been in the East and was duly feted. Bresnahan, who always appears from the big city for the Harvard game, was there, but without Jackson. He brought Fat's regrets. It seems Fat has just been made general manager of the Bread Division of National Biscuit Co., a very important position, and the change is highly satisfactory to him save in one respect. In his previous connection he had always been able to spot some sinister sales weakness cropping up in the New England territory just prior to the Harvard game. A week's careful study of National Biscuit's sales charts failed to produce any excuse for rushing post-haste to Boston. Bresnahan reported also that he had only recently made a pilgrimage to Hanover with Bill McMahon, president of the Proud Poppers Club. Bill's oldest boy is entering next year as a freshman, and the purpose of the visit was to see if they could get for him all the jobs that Bill and Tom used to hold down when they were undergraduates. If they did, that boy is going to be a busy young man and Bill ought to be able to retire.
At the luncheon in Cambridge before the game, were the Ludlows, the Binghams, the Morses, the Whites, the Davises, the McCrillises, the Flemings, the Hayeses, the Havlins, the Dodds, the Munros, Phil Bird, Spider Martin, Bill Hoard, and many friends of '19ers from hither and yon. We learned among other things, that the Crosbys spent three weeks in Labrador last summer and had a most interesting time for themselves; the Havlins had a go at Europe; someone recently in Detroit reported seeing Ray Legg, who sent his best to everybody.
We have not yet heard from our undercover man who scouts the Yale and Princeton games. That will come along in time. Listening to the Princeton game wire here in Boston along with Rock Hayes, we found Glen Fuller, formerly of Cleveland and New York, who is now operating in Boston. Spider wrote recently that he was expecting Red Murphy to pop in for the Princeton game with a young lady. And that G. W. Owen, until recently in the Credit Department of New York Graybar, is now credit manager of the Jacksonville branch. And a very nice time of year to make the change. Our only other item of news was gleaned from the public press to the effect that Jack McCrillis has been elected a vice president of the New Hampshire Association of Insurance Agents.
Words comes from Hanover of snow flurries, which reminds us of our challenge to Gale to a contest on skis. If we remember correctly, he ducked this one because he had to go to Bermuda, but accepted for the following winter. Arthritic or not, we are still defiant. For money or marbles we'll race him down Hell's Highway or the Kindergarten slope. They say the latter is a very interesting course.
Secretary, Framingham Center, Mass.
