Class of 1917
MEMO: To "No-Answer" Men. 1917's TREMENDOUS TWENTIETH
—only forty days away!
Does that make you sit up and take notice that the days are slipping by? That this peerade you can only make once in five years is sneaking up on you fast? That in seven weeks it will be all over for another five years—until 1942?
Don't you realize that you may be a spavined old cripple five years from nowor down in South Africa—or on the Supreme Court—or something? And yet you're postponing a decision on joining the gang in Hanover next month! Why do you want to take such chances? Here it is May 1 and past the deadline date for mailing orders for uniforms. You can probably still get one if you'll wire Spique (A. P.) Maclntyre at 164 Broadway, Cambridge, Mass., that your order is coming. Then mail the measurement blank and $l10 within twenty-four hours. But this is the last call—so get going!
MEMO: To Bunny Holden.
Say, Kenneth, you remember that guy Sherman up in what he calls Bottleboro, Vt.? Well, I had a letter from him the other day, and he said you had a big 1917 banner that you brought home from the Fifteenth. Now if that is the one I think it is—the one we used in the class picturethat's the banner I bought freshman year and have since carried to every official reunion—Third, Fifth, Tenth, and Fifteenth. Kind of lost track of it at the Fifteenth, and never did know what became of it until I got Butch's letter. Figured someone must have picked it up and taken care of it, but didn't know who.
So you had it all the time! Well, well. Glad it was in good hands—and hope the moths haven't gotten into it too deeply. You know what moths think of flannel. Believe they had already taken several mouthfuls out of the "M"—or was it the "D"? An old historic piece like that ought to be preserved for all future reunions now that it has gone this far. So I took it up with the executive committee, and they feel that a new class office should be created with title of Official Custodian of Class Banner. And they also feel that in recognition of your saving the Dear Old Flag from destruction and also of never having missed a reunion, you deserve the first appointment to this office.
Therefore, you are hereby notified of your unanimous election as First O. C O. C. B. Heil, Holden!
(Now don't forget to bring the damn thing to Hanover.)
Yours, BILL S.
MEMO: To Everyone.
As you have received your copy of the Tee-Tee News, you know most of the story of the TREMENDOUS TWENTIETH. If anything has been overlooked, someone will think of it before the nth of next month and take care of it. Because your reunion committee is like that! If time, thought and organized effort count for anything, this party is going to be a HUMdinger with a capital HUM.
Why, just as a cold-blooded business proposition, it's a bargain in recreation. It is posi-tive-ly an investment in rejuvenation. Where can you get as far away from business cares and headaches—where can you get as much of a lift with as small an expenditure of time and money? Answer: no place. Forty dollars' worth of reunion for twenty bucks—marked down to $19.50, and with a $15 sport jacket thrown in. Why it's colossal!
Come on back and throw away your twenty-year mask for three days. It will solve your labor problems, give you a new slant on the stock market, freshen up your sales story, make you a better father to your children, correct your blood pressure and restore falling hair (Did we say "bargain,"—Huh!). You may be a Leading Citizen on your home grounds (no one will hold that against you), but it will do you good to hook up again with a gang that remembers you as just a flat-tire in physics.
We're expecting you—along with 149 others. Plan to get there Friday afternoon, June 11, in time for the buffet supper in the tent in front of Hitchcock.
BILL SEWALL.
ALUMNI FUND CAMPAIGN OPENS
In the midst of the excitement of Reunion plans, we must remember that the Alumni Fund campaign is now under way. In 1934' 1937 with only 33% of contributors ranked lowest on the list except for the class which had just graduated. In 1936, we improved our position to number 34 from the top with a total of 67% contributors, which was still below the whole alumni average of 71%, and also below six of our contemporary classes. This year, with the added stimulation of our return to Hanover and the renewal of old associations, we should make a special effort to put 1917 nearer the top of the ladder. No matter how small the contribution, send something to Curly Carr now! We can only improve our rating by increasing the number of contributors.
Bad news from Sam White—he will not be able to leave Alaska until 1938 and so will miss the big party in Hanover this June. Sam waxes more and more enthusiastic about Alaska, an opinion apparently shared by more people each year, as he reports that last year was the biggest tourist season in Alaska's history. Evidently strikes can be helpful to some people, judging from the following paragraph from Sam's letter:
"Although the maritime strike has heldup deliveries from the outside, it has givenour business a decided push. Our scheduled service between here and Juneau isthe only scheduled transportation for thepeople of a large section of Alaska to getin and out of the States; and for threemonths now we have been handling fromtwice to four times our normal passengerbusiness. It's a pleasure to be humpingwhen you like your work, and particularlywhen you have such a congenial gang aswe have in our outfit."
Wal Sisson, expert on production, finance, and taxes, with the Racquette River Paper Company, was seen in New York City, accompanied by his wife, Ruth, in late February, where he was attending the annual paper convention. "See you inHanover" was Walt's parting shot It was reported that Bob Stickney and Lon Litchard have recently been roaming around the tropics and that Ping Doty is still in Europe None other than Dick Morenus showed up for a recent Monday luncheon at the New York Dartmouth Club, having been pried loose from his radio responsibilities by Gene Towler. Dick is program and production manager for Station WNEW, 501 Madison Ave., New York City, with fourteen years' experience in radio, including positions with NBC, various advertising agencies, and his own agency for six years. He had a serious auto accident some time ago, which left him with a bad knee, but after a tough battle he has licked what promised to be a permanent injury. He'll be back for the Tremendous Twentieth if possible Big George Currier and his Boston cohorts have been doing a bang-up job all winter in arranging class parties to stimulate interest in the big trek to Hanover next month. From January through May they had a "get-together" at least every month, and, from his report of the enthusiasm shown at these gatherings, the New York group will have to keep hustling or they will be sadly outnumbered by the Bostonians at Reunion.
Secretary, Craig House, Beacon, N. Y.
TREMENDOUS TWENT I E T H
TREMENDOUS TWENT I E T H
TREMENDOUS TWENTIETH
