Class of 1933
The window was open and we could hear the faint steady hum of the traffic on Park Avenue. A breeze moved the curtain ever so slightly. I could almost see New Orleans seized with the madness of the Mardi Gras season; the gayety; the noise; the crowds. The dancing in the streets. The orchestras on trucks going from one street corner to another. The Hotel Roosevelt bar with its great pyramid of stacked bottles. The great river moving sluggishly down to the Delta.
"And then," said Hagan, breaking the silence and reaching for the Scotch in one movement, "they transferred me to the125 th St. store here in New York. And oneday it happened. I stopped whatever I wasdoing and walked to the door. I looked atall the mean, frowsy, A WFUL people goingby. Then I said to myself, 'What the hellam I doing here, anyway.' And so I quit."
And that, my little ones, is the story of how Headstrong Bob left the employ of good old W. T. Grant and went where all bright, young men go (if they are good Democrats) .... to Washington. He lives at 1754 Kilbourne PL, N. W„ with a man who shaves his chest every time he goes to Chicago to visit his wife.
EROS AGAIN
To many of you 1937 will only be remembered as the year that you (a) first noticed that you were getting bald, (b) filled an inside straight, (c) graduated from Embalming School.
But to Ken Weeman it will always be the first year of wedded life with Dorothy Margaret Cheetham, who was pronounced his on the twenty-sixth of December in Rochester, N. Y.
And to Whit Kimball, it will be the year that he became engaged to Virginia Healy of Parsons St., Newburyport, Mass.
Mr. Kimball, if we are to believe the Boston Transcript, is now a teacher and coach at the Storey High School in Manchester (Mass.).
Stuart Durkee reported a change of address. I don't remember it all, but the first verse goes something like this: Nederlandsche Koloniale Petroleum Mij. Soengei Gerong. Palembang, Sumatra, N. E. I.
He writes: "I am sailing January 5 onthe Europa for Cherbourg. From there I goto Paris, The Hague, Marseille, Singapore,and Palembang. My neiv job will be assistant accountant for the above namedCos. (Mij). My principal concern now is tolocate a Malay dictionary in order to learnhow to order a Scotch and soda when I arrive in Sumatra."
At the Princeton game I met Stan Colla and Ev Shineman, both with their wives. To add to the vital statistics, Stan has a bouncing baby boy.
The San Francisco Club's Squeaks bears the information that Keating Coffey has been married .... that Elting Ziemen lives at 679 Pine St., San Francisco .... that Alexandre Selivanoff may be found at 32 King St., Redwood City "New man engaged to promote Dartmouth at secondary schools—or at least F. E. Prince can be of great assistance to usat Tamalpais School, San Rafael, Marincounty. Our Presideiit found Prince wearing a big 'D' siveater at one of the football games—sure enough it was Dartmouth." Pretty collegiate for a big boy like you, Erv.
A letter from Gene Merkt:
"Much water, in fact one whole year'sworth has passed over the dam since last Ihave sat me down u?ider my typewriter tosend you the annual driblet of news. Asusual, there isn't much of it, but since Ihave scanned the columns in vain fromtop to bottom and I haven't found thesenames, it is just possible that the lost battalion will be reduced.
"First, it would seen appropriate tomention that the Columbia (the Gem ofthe Ocean?) Law School has seen fit togrant to Lapham one (i) LL.B. Thusarmed he took and emerged from the barexaminations of New York with flyingcolors, and at this time I expect he has already embarked upon a career (?) of rescuing innocent maidens from the clutches ofvillainous prosecuting attorneys.
"Second, I talked with Hird, H. E., thissummer on the telephone, and from theconversation I gathered that he has beendoing right well by himself in the woolenbusiness. I would estimate that he hasnow worked himself from the ground up tothe third floor, or thereabouts. Unfortunately your correspondent was not able toarrange a personal interview to verify this,but it is believed to be a reliable estimate.He is employed by Samuel Hird it Sons.
"Thirdly, I ran into Lorrin Riggs downhere at Philly, or Filly as it is affectionatelyknown in these parts, and I find that he isa neighbor. He received his Ph.D. (if 1remember rightly) last year, and now holdsa fellowship in the Johnson Foundation,with an office in the Martin MaloneyClinic Building on Spruce St. He is studying the effects of electricity on something,I believe guinea pigs, and the research isessentially one for psychological purposes.He'd probably come after me with a gunfor not remembering this more accurately,but I have such good intentions.
"Fourthly, I believe that Warden is stillabout, taking his third year in the MedSchool, since I seem to recall seeing himon the street a couple of times, and PhilMarden is serving his interneship in one ofthe local hospitals, having finished hisM.D. course last June.
"And in the last place, I have some littlenews concerning myself. When I finishedmy first year here last June I was pleasantly surprised by the trustees by beingappointed 8/12 of an instructor of industry in the Wharton (UndergraduateCourse) School. This carries through thisacademic year, and I teach a course, ormore accurately help teach, 'Manufacturing Industries of the U. S., which is reallya very good course (adv.). So I shall teachwhile I attempt to qualify for my M.B.A.in June, As yet I have done only about amonth's teaching, and so I can't qualify asan expert on the pleasures of teaching,but it sure is nice to be able to walk into aroom where a quiz is to be given, whistlingand humming happily. Incidentally', thisis the same course that Prof. Mack Keirtaught when he was down here, and twoof my colleagues took some of their workunder him. This was most interesting tome. Aside from this I have no news except that I am well, and have grown afull half-inch since leaving Hanover. Ahthe benefits of a calm and peaceful life!"
In three years' examination of the rules which govern the relations of man with man and man with the state I have never found a law which prohibits uncasing typewriters, unsheathing fountain pens, pushing pencils, or (you lucky old economic royalists) goading a secretary into action.
Secretary, 64 Cooke St., Waterbury, Conn.
