Class of 1929
The Bullseye Boys do it again: Blairand-Hodge-they-never-miss. And this time they fired from the hip, both rushed rosy from nuptial and Fund preliminaries, respectively.
We give you Mr. Hodge and Mr. Weidenmayer, from New York, April 9:*******
"At a joint meeting of the classes of 1928 and 1929, the following members of 1929 were present: Jack Blair, BairdRogers, Charlie Mackay, Bud Foulkes,John Laffey, Morgan Baker, Fred Armstrong, Fret Breithut, Bill Morgan, FrankMiddleton, Johnny Cornehlsen, PaulWoodbridge, Gus Wiedenmayer, JimHodge, Lyt Johnston, Jim Loveland, LarryLougee, Potsy Poeter, and somebody we can't remember.
"A little while back we had two full tables at the annual dinner of the New York Club—too long ago to remember the names, but it was a wholesome crowd. One week ago tonight a small group gathered at the Psi U Club to wish the best to J. Blair; this was done with neatness and dispatch, in other words: J. Blair. We understand that he is sending in a letter for this same issue, so we will leave all details to drip with his wit.
"At this stage the party is continuing in full force, and further comment at this point is inappropriate except to say the ALUMNI FUND is under weigh. BillAlexander and Gus Wiedenmayer are earnestly trying to fill the shoes of the estimable erstwhile bachelor Keyes. This is our year to make good for the first time. Write your check now!
"Yours for the Fund, "Gus WIEDENMAYER "JIM HODGE " (working under pressure)."
And now, Mr. Blair, likewise from New York, April 9:
"Of all times to request a newsy letter from this party you selected the worst. I am to be married to Miss Cynthia Wills on April 21, so you can imagine things are humming for me at this point. I find that this business of getting married involves considerable detail not previously apparent to a bachelor of thirty. I was under the extremely naive impression that when you got married you got some ushers and went down to the church. A sweet, childish thought anyway.
"I haven't much time to write this, and so will just jot down flashes as they occur to me.
"Some of the boys gave me a party in honor of this momentous occasion. Among those present were the Honorable E. K.Walsh (master of cans), that horrid man Barrett, Cavanagh (the class father), Tombstone Hodge, Enders (Scotch and water please), Baldy Alexander (rush 'em off their feet), Purse (the old maestro). Needless to say, the boys gave me the works with their 'Here's to Jack Blair.' However, this seemed to generate a considerable amount of heat in the old carcass, as was proven by the results of a game of chance played with two small white cubes and crumpled dollar bills. Such game was most beneficial to John C. Blair. Alexander was icy.
"I believe you have previously noted Herb Wollison's move to Youngstown. However, you haven't noted the most momentous (9 lbs.) arrival of Miss BarbaraAnn Wollison bn February 15, 1937.
"Tonight the classes of '28 and '29 are having a joint dinner at the Club. I hope someone else will be able to cover this for your column. I can only be there long enough to slip outside for a couple of scotches with the boys.
"Last Wednesday I was in Hartford and happened to run into Bill Coles and wife. I only had time to say 'Hello.' It was the first time I had seen Bill in a good many years. I swear he looked just like he had stepped out of the Deke house in '29. Eight years ago, boys. You can hardly call us young blades now, or maybe I'm on an unpleasant subject.
"Every now and then I see Gus Wieden-mayer, but have no gossip to report on these occasions. Gus doesn't give gossips like me a chance. Now if I could start to work on Walsh or Alexander or Barrett or Wollison or Purse. But I haven't time. And besides they don't like it.
"Friday I'm having a bachelor dinner. Walsh, Barrett, and Alexander will represent the class of '29. I might have had some interesting information if this letter could have waited till then. I hope the boys will be considerate of me. However, I'm afraid it is nothing but a hope.
"I forgot some very important news, but I'm rather embarrassed because I can't give full details. Bill Williamson got married about two weeks ago, and here's the embarrassing part. I don't remember the name of his bride. However, I guess he'll forgive me, because I didn't meet her until all the confusion of a West Indies cruise sailing immediately following the ceremony. What a grin on Williamson's face. As a matter of fact, I'm carrying quite a smile on my own face these days.
"Well, this is about the best I can do at present, Bill. Pardon the rambling style, but it is difficult for me to concentrate in these trying times.
"JACK."
The young lady who went cruising to the West Indies as Mrs. Williamson is DorothyEllen, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Madison Herbert Rhodes of New York. She and Mr. Williamson will be at home after the fifteenth of April at 7415 35th Ave., Jackson Heights, N. Y.
The other evening over a very delightful foreign brew labeled Trinity Audit Ale (no adv.), which Brother Born poured out of a huge dark bottle, there was talk of a visit which Chris and his bride had with Bill Marmion in Los Angeles last summer, Bill is in the lumber business; another visit with Jim Hodson in Seattle, Jim raises a very fine daughter, does quite as well with his law practice; a visit closer home with Johnny Calver in Newton, the Calvers now number three, Anne Lindsay having arrived January 29.
Secretary, 75 Federal St., Boston
