Class of 1919
After cracking the whip around our ears, insisting that we pay some attention to the closing dates of this magazine, the editor ignores them completely and scoops us on the news that Bill McCarter has been appointed director of athletics. Those who have been in a position to observe how capably Bill has handled the job during the time he was filling in will be more pleased than surprised that the Council finally persuaded Bill to accept the appointment. Both the article in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, and that in the newspapers were accompanied by a photograph of a handsome young man, which served to remind us of the young Adonis Bill used to be. It must be that old freshman Green Book picture. That haste makes waste is again demonstrated by that same scooping editor-and to all Sigma Chis and Chi Phis we hasten to give assurance that Bill is still a Chi Phi in relatively good standing and not as reported, a member of Sigma Chi fraternity. It just occurred to us that both might be worried.
No less important in the way of announcements is that which we have just received from Hawka Hawks as reported in the Boston Transcript. As they say on the radio, quote; Any future debutante plans for parties for the forthcoming season will no longer be turned over to Mrs. Richard Lawrence of Beacon St. and Manchester, for she has relinquished her duties as custodian of the debutante calendar to Philip Bird—unquote. We have long been acquainted with the quality of that little black address book of Phil's and we are not surprised that it should finally gain this recognition.
Jim Wilson writes that last August he and his inseparable Red McCleery spent ten days at Muskoka Lakes. He says, What an outing—most as good as theTenth Reunion and the Fireman's Band.Fishing is great sport when you have a rodin one hand and a bottle of Canadian ale'n the other." He further states that business is on the up, and he is devoting himself assiduously to keeping it that way unhl after our Twentieth in 1939.
If we may be permitted to Walter Winchell a bit, it is reported that Louie Munro, that most surprising fellow, not satisfied with owning the only ship's model made entirely of ivory from the decks up, is now counting the days until he will be able to apply for membership in the Proud Poppers Club. He's moved his offices into new and luxurious quarters as Well. It is perhaps a commentary on the general economic situation that Rock Hayes, bond sales manager extraordinary, is planning to shove off the last of the month on a two weeks' cruise into the West Indies. It seems only yesterday that Rock was pressing us closely in the race to set a new record for the longest period of service from a Brooks suit. It looks as if we were going to win by a liberal margin.
Spider has started out again on the old thankless grind of gathering in funds for our joint Class and Alumni Fund. Year after year Spider has done this job with the necessary persistence and a fine feeling for the sensibilities of some of us who have not been as affluent as we might wish. He has done his job well, and our showing over a period of years in the Alumni Fund standing has been pretty good. Our Class Fund has a good start, but progress on it has been slowed to a standstill during the depression years. As you all know, the idea of this fund is to give the College some sort of magnificant gift which will be a permanent reminder to future generations that there was a swell class back in 1919. This should probably be done at our Twenty-Fifth, and if so, we should begin to do a little better. Let's add a couple of thousand to our own fund this year—and let's all help Spider by getting our pledges in early.
Secretary, 27 Coolidge Hill Rd., Cambridge, Mass.
