Ski Club of New York City
Encouraging reports from Hanover plus a few clouds over the Palisades were enough to lure a few of us to the North Country over February 12 and if you had gone into the bar car of the "Skimeister" on that Thursday night you would have found quite a group of people doing what they could to regain the dignity they had cast to the winds by carrying skis through the streets of New York and to rebuild that faint conviction that had sold them the ticket ir» the first place. Morry Quint '26, Marve Chandler, Al Hadlock and myself were chatting with Natalie Coltman, wife of Bob '32, and Bill Blanchard and Bob Bottome '30 were there with their respective spouses.
When we arrived the next morning Harry Gilmore and Os Skinner were waiting to drive some of us on up to Moosilauke when it became apparent that there would be no skiing in Hanover that weekend. At Warren the snow wasn't very much better but there was some at the top of the mountain and since the weather was beautiful the mountaineering was worth the effort if the skiing was not. Ken Anderson '27 and his attractive wife had come up from Washington for the week and managed to sprain an ankle the first day. Sunday was bad, but when Sel Hannah wasn't standing at the door moaning about the rain he kept us amused with stories of the home town boys who got drunk and went off the Berlin ski jump on bicycles during the summer months just to keep in trim for the winter.
Chandler, Dick Hubie '35, Ed Freeman '33, Swede Branson '33 and Paul Annabel '28 went up to Stowe for the Eastern over Washington's Birthday and were nearly trampled to death by the crowd. Henri Esquerre '26 and Bill Shaw '27 were men of sterner stuff and took the excursion to St. Sauveur, coming back with tales of deep snow and a wild ride in both directions. Bill was detailed to get a case of ale before the train pulled out of Montreal on the return trip, but somehow or other, under circumstances that have never been fully explained, he missed the train and found himself on the Washingtonian in possession of an upper berth, while the rest of the party sat in the daycoaches and cursed him roundly as a traitor and a sissy. Bill says his taxi was wrecked—and he sticks to it.
There are some plans for entertaining the Swiss team before they embark for home on March 19 if they can work it into their schedule and I think that with that both the Swiss and ourselves will be willing to hang up the musket.
