Class of 1932
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ABOUT REUNION PLANS?
Have you sent that postcard to Wilkin? Veil, hurry up and do it! And above all, on t let business put its greedy clutch on you over that week-end of June 11-13. MAKE YOUR, REUNION PLANS NOW! My studious roommate, Hazen, was so busy cramming for exams during the week ended January 30 that he didn't have time to tell me before he left on a few days rest-cure that on the 4th of February his engagement to Miss Elizabeth Shute would be announced. He has recently returned to school via Hanover and Carnival to receive my congratulations and start the second semester, and all has been forgiven.
Previous engagement announcements which we are just catching up with include those of:
Miss Janet Mudge of Swampscott, Mass., to Oscar Noyes. Miss Eleanor Wallerstein of New York, to Newell Kurson.
Miss Olive May Van Divort of Nutley, N. J., to Bob Fendrich.
Also appearing in Cupid's Chronicle the last couple of months are weddings of:
Miss Margery Delano Robinson of Plainfield, N. J., to Larry Collins, on the gth of January.
Miss Margaret Freeman Nutting of Boston, to Joe Boldt, on the 31st of December.
By way of telling me of this latter event, Joe writes:
"Peg and I went to New Hampshire onour honeymoon, stayed at Ade Nitschelm'sGlenwood-on-the-Saco in Glen. With hiswife Terry and Lex Paradis '34 he runs afirst-rate ski-hostel, and I recommend itheartily to classmates who look for theirsnow on the Eastern Slope. Skiing in Jackson on an interesting patch of snow (aswhat snow isn't interesting in these strangetimes), we found Brandy and Fran Marsh,Tom Foss, and Dick True, who had comeup together for over New Year's. And oneday Ron Olmstead stopped in at Glen-wood. He is in Berlin for the winter,checking the books of some firm there, andat that time was trying to persuade hisCalifornia wife that the tales of cold andsnow he had told her had not been just asort of joke."
Ade Nitschelm, ye genial innkeeper himself, writes me that besides those mentioned by Joe as recent visitors at Glen- wood-on-the-Saco they have also had as guests: Chuck Meyers and Bill Lieson, who stopped in for a few days on their yearly outing to New Hampshire and managed to pick a wonderful day to climb Mt. Washington; Dick Stoiber, up from M. I. T., where he is studying for his geology Ph.D., after spending the summer in Newfoundland; and Frank Gilbert, who is in the hotel business himself—The Carolina, in Pinehurst.
Boldt asked me to note in this column that he and his bride are at home at 15 East Bth St., New York.
Charlie Doerr is another of the already large throng who are planning to trek back East for Reunion He writes that Jack Mcßae, whose marriage was noted in this column last fall, now has settled down in Minneapolis and wrestles with statistics in that department of the Northwestern National Life Insurance Co. Leon Warner is right in the thick of the current ski frenzy and has been doing more than his share of providing the good citizens of Minneapolis with the proper sort of equipment. Speaking of Minneapolis lads—Max Wolff has recently come to Boston, where he plans to settle. Up until now he has been purchasing agent for a dredging company on the Mississippi, which according to him was interesting and profitable work but with definite limits as to the future it held out to one with the background of a dandy Socy major but no engineering training. Max is living in Cambridge with his brother Jay'35.
While in Lima, Ohio, recently, Hosmer took a minute off from his relentless snaring of good insurance risks and wrote a nice long letter, which included, besides the usual anthology of smoking-room saga, a few items of class news. Jack Hall, he reports, has been moved from second in charge of the printing plant at the Kodak Cos. to idea supervisor, which, as Bob explains, means that he takes charge of ideas that are sent in. Reuel Denney and Cap Ireys, at last notice, were still residents of Buffalo, Reuel teaching and writing, Cap in the grain business yet. Needless to say, Hosmer's letter winds up with a nostalgic whiff of the South Seas, if it's only by way of saying that his cousin has just been to Tahiti perpetuating the Hosmer legend, and has returned safely after missing two boats at a place that only has one boat a month.
How many of you Babbitts weren't touched with a fleeting bit of envy at seeing the hirsute and sunburned torsos of Cleaves and Walser decorating the beach at Acapulco? The picture was in last month's ALUMNI MAGAZINE. According to the caption, Dick and Whip were about to start on a pearl-fishing expedition, but this seems to have come to naught, for a postcard has just come in from Whip in Havana, telling of a three-round bout both had with a malaria germ, and that Dick was still in Mexico City.
The two of them were nominated by Bo Wentworth in a recent letter from Paris as likely candidates to recapture for the Green that well-known honor at Harry's N. Y. bar, awarded to the stout fella of the day who can hurl two liters of beer down the hatch in the fewest seconds. At a visit to this thirst emporium on New Year's Eve Bo came across the names of the three Hanoverians who at different times held this record, and he reports that a Michigan, a Cornell, and an Oxford man in the party were all constrained to uncover and stand in gurgling tribute to this awesome achievement in drought relief. Well, this department is of the opinion that there could be no better or pleasant place for our candidates to train than Hanover in June, and I am informed that both of them will be there. Wentworth regrets that he, unfortunately, won't, and orders me to send his greetings through this column. Done! He said that one of the highlights of his last summer's trip to the States was a plane ride from Newark to Boston, chauffeured by that winged rascal, Robert Leigh Harrison. Bo works at the Paris office of the New Hampshire Fire Insurance Co., 1 Rue des Italiens.
Another classmate maintaining a farflung outpost of American industry is Jim North, with the U. S. Rubber Export Co. in Venezuela. For the benefit of those who may be dropping by his address is Apartado 201, Caracas.
Hazen claims to have seen only one '32 man at Carnival—MacPhail from Manchester, who appeared dressed ultramodishly in skiing costume, but had not, to Hazen's knowledge, actually put on the skis.
Secretary, E-24 Morris Hall, Soldiers Field, Boston
