Class of 1919
We must be just a gipsy at heart—with always a big yen to see what is just over that hill there. It got so we just couldn't sit still any longer, so on Good Saturday we piled the moving-worn furniture onto the trucks again and moved to Framingham Centre. Now we are the country squire again, rising early of a fine morning and hiking about the large fields of our estates. Well, we did once, and we are making it a part of our routine starting tomorrow.
Unfortunately we chose as moving day that very day when Spider makes his annual Easter trip to Boston to talk about Fund collecting. Therefore we did not see him. He and Rock and Phil Bird got together, however, and no doubt worked out ways and means of making you fellows who are holding out on us come through.
The middle of the week before we moved, we got the house full of barrels and started packing the china and what not. We figured we wouldn't be having any company from then until der Tag, so we packed everything except two cups, two plates, and two glasses. The next night Max phoned that the Nortons were in Boston. This presented a problem, since we couldn't think of having the Nortons in town and not at our house. They arrived, and each sat on a barrel, drinking from an old shaving mug and eating off paper plates. Max, who has just completed the almost impossible task of raising some $350,000 for additions to the Hitchcock Hospital, was in town to have some welldeserved fun spending the money. He was in particular after furniture. We suggested, as a recently dismissed hospital customer, that he get chairs for the patients' guests of the dairy lunch variety, since this would be a great help to them in sitting around and eating the patients' fruit. Max objected to this, since any fruit which is left over is generally served at the board meetings—and he didn't want to break down any good old traditions like that.
Spider writes from New York that the annual dinner was attended by: Horace Hitchcock, Tom Bresnahan, Lou Stone, Spider Martin, Fat Jackson, Lou Garrison, Eddie Fiske, Stan Fitts, Clarence Buttenwieser, Paul Clements, Bill Picken, Dan Featherston, San Treat, Jack Reilly, and Gin Mullen. Bill Picken and Eddie Fiske entertained the crowd with the swapping of tall tales about their sailing. Featherston insisted on talking politics. Treat and Stone were showing off with tans fresh brought from the Florida beaches, while Jackson was on the water wagon. Buttenwieser recounted colorful stories of his skiing episodes at Stowe, Vt.
Munro's recent step into the field of parenthood has already been covered, but we recently heard of an amusing incident in connection with it. Mun, who knows Mr. Walter B. Pitkin through some radio contract, got a neatly wrapped package containing a copy of "Life Begins at Forty" with a note stating that Mr. Pitkin wished Mr. Munro to pay particular attention to the preface. The preface is too long to quote, but the gist of it was that since the first edition was printed Mr. Pitkin had come to have some doubt about his title and was on the point of qualifying it when the news of the blessed event at the Munros' reached him. Instead he was rededicating his book to this man, who so vindicates his philosophy. The whole thing was done by some printer friend who had set the page just the right size, in the right type and had pasted it in so cleverly that Mun was completely taken in until he reached the rather ribald denouncement in the last paragraph.
The only other news is that of the Alumni Fund committee dinner in Boston, which vias attended by Rock Hayes, Phil Bird, and myself. As usual Hoppy spoke his great appreciation for this gift of free money which the alumni got together each year and gave to the College. He explained again in detail how useful the money was and how it would be impossible for the College to continue on the basis we all wish to see, were it/-not for these funds given by the alumni of the College. If you are like me you like to give to things that are not only worthy but also that appreciate the gift. For that reason we wish you might have been there and heard Dr. Hopkins, for we are sure you would have an increased satisfaction in contributing to the Alumni Fund. Spider is working hard on the same and has set a good sized goal for himself. We can all make it easier by giving just a little more than before, and by doing it now. The slogan is: "Give the College a Raise."
Secretary, Framingham Center, Mass.
