Class of 1936
Bob Fernald, who averages about a news letter a month to your Secretary, writes from the Lord Baltimore Hotel that he recently heard the Glee Club sing in Philadelphia, where he saw Bob Shertz, Johnnie Groh, Connie Wickham, and Jim Conkling. Jim is working for Du Pont de Nemours in Philadelphia, and Johnnie is attending Penn Law with Shertz. It is only upon rare occasions that they break out of the law school stacks for a party. Fernald also writes that Phil Gray is a statistician with a firm in Philadelphia, and that a recent letter from Jerry King gives us the news that he is a full-fledged salesman, working for Proctor and Gamble in Newport, R. I.
Ken Lieber is doing engineering work for the New Hampshire Highway Department and is located in Concord, N. H. On a recent trip to Hanover, I saw Richard Ware "Lefty" Stowell and dashing around Oak Hill after one of the few snow-storms of the year. Lefty is another one of the group who have returned for a year at Tuck School. I also saw Keeler, Smith, Gibney, Riley, Redington, and Guibord in Hanover that same week-end. Each of them told me that he was doing splendidly and filled me with disparaging remarks about the others. I also saw Bud Soule, who is attending the Harvard Law School, and Dan Holland, who is working for the Fieldand Stream magazine in New York. Bob Harvey, another member of our class who was grabbed off by Proctor and Gamble, is in one of their buying offices and makes his home in Brooklyn, N. Y.
Joe Handrahan is now connected with the West Virginia Paper and Pulp Co. in the capacity of engineer in North Charleston, S. C. Charlie Stern has sent up some news in a letter which I will quote from. "We've had Jack Sullivan for a roommate down at the Club for a month, andhe sends his regards. Jack is working forHearst and plans to take that final plunge(get married) this Saturday. Ray Reitmanis working with an accounting firm, inNewark and going to school nights. GeorgePeck has left Macy's and is now in the accounting department of the Grace Lines.I don't know whether it's been in the column or not, but Bill McNulty is with theGraybar Electric Cos. Sey Sims has left theliquor business and is working with hisbrother in Lockwood, Sims in municipalbonds. Bill May is working for Shoecraftshoe stores here in the city. That's aboutall the dirt I can think of at present, andmost of it probably can't be used. However, I'm doing my best for you as aWalter Winchell. Oh yes, Dick Hefler recovered from a case of pneumonia, spenta couple of weeks in Boston, and is now ona short cruise to Bermuda, after which hewill return to work at the Central HanoverBank."
Tom Hart is studying law at Ithaca, N. Y., and Wendell Harding is teaching at Hyde Park, Vt. John Hardham, Dana Golhthwaite, and Jesse Gait are others of the class who are studying at the Dartmouth Medical School. Bill Ferguson is at Tuck School, and Jesse Dubay is located in Boston. Outside of the fact that Jesse is living in Boston, I am afraid that I can give no more specific news about him; this is also true of Joe Cunningham "away out" in Los Angeles, Calif., and Bob Dickson in Chicago. Walt Chase is another of our classmates who may be reached at A.K.K. house in Hanover. Bob Chase is working as a salesman in Philadelphia, and Bob Chaffee, who made us all green with envy with his senior fellowship, is now connected with the American Museum of Natural History in New York.
Sculptor Bob Bright is a graduate assistant in chemistry at Duke University at Durham, N. C. Hugh Clifford Gallagher Chase is a student at Emanuel College, Cambridge, England.
A letter from Ellie Palmer makes your Secretary wince and want to hide in the comforting shadows of the most obscure corner in the Williams Inn. Woe is me! The letter speaks for itself. "Dear Dick: 1assure you that it is only due to the factthat Williamstown is a long way fromCincinnati that prohibits 7ne from 'tearingyou limb from limb.' Somehow in the Aprilissue there appeared the statement thatMiss Betty Heizer had announced her engagement to Gil Sykes. T'was interesting,to say the least—particularly as Betty announced her engagement to me on thatself-same New Year's Eve."
After getting that off his chest, however, Ellie fills the rest of his letter with news of the class.
"I see a great deal of Bill Shaw, who bythe way has taken up roller skating and isseriously thinking of entering the TransContinental Roller Derby—he has sometheory that if he trains on beer he'll beable to win easily. I heard from Jim Atwillthe other day—he is working for an investment-banking firm in Kansas City and saysthat it is certainly a snap compared to being a coal miner. Also that Joe Whitneywas married sometime last month. JoeParish was married to Elizabeth Myers lastSeptember—a little old, but nothing aboutit has appeared in your column. I've heardvague rumors to the effect that Scott Maloney and Bill Wood were working, reallyworking, at M. I. T. If so, I believe someone ought to send a doctor around to seethem. Paul Hessler was in town for a fewdays—l ran into him at a Dartmouth Clubdinner. I hear Roe Thompson spe?it mostof the winter getting ready to go skiing—1wonder if he ever did find any snow—he isat Penn in the medical school."
COURAGE MON AMI
Dick Hoyt was married on October 10 to Frances Murray.
LETTER OF THE MONTH
The judges have awarded first place under this heading to Joe Millimet. This award would have been unanimous but for George McCleary, whose minority report we have found unfit for publication.
"Just as it must have been with your estimable governor last week, so it is with me. I am a tolerant man, but .... it's Communism that worries Governor Hurley. Although President Conant says he is quite capable of taking care of himself and his $129,000,000 endowment. The governor insists upon protecting poor Harvard from being ravished by a flock of redbeards. With me, the problem presents itself differently, but at the bottom Governor Hurley and I are blood-brothersblue blood, of course. What worries me most is bureaucracy—bureaucracy in the class of 1936. Like the governor, I can put my finger right on the culprit. It's McCleary.
"Ever since I left that garden spot they call Hanover, I have been waiting to go to a class dinner. Well, last week I was home on my vacation and I got a card. Class Dinner April 1. Whee, said I. I'm a collegian again. But that was before I discovered that diabolical plotter McCleary in the background. He, I find, is the one who sends out those cards. And how many did he send? About 10.
"I jammed myself into my neatest collar, so I would look as prosperous as all the rest of the boys who are still not paying income tax, and whipped over to the Dartmouth Club. And what did I find? In addition to Kappler and Scherman, whose attendance I had personally solicited, all I saw upon arrival was A 1 Bedingfield, pacing tigerishly up and down denouncing McCleary. It seems the real class dinner is not until the Bth, and McCleary had shunted us black sheep off with a bunch of Thirty-fives. There are some things that even a black sheep won't stand at his first class dinner, and that's one of them. Even after Joe Davis and Dick Knight walked in, we were still outnumbered about two to one.
"All this could have been forgiven if backbiter McCleary had not tried to foist the blame off on me. I was about half way through my 19 lima beans when one of the master ..mind's stooges—a short, dusky bureaucrat in a white coat—had the ef- frontery to sidle up and ask if I was in charge of sending out notices for the '36 dinners. He produced a batch of cards as thick as the chief bureaucrat himself. They were all dated April 8.
"At first, I was at a loss to explain all this. Of course, McCleary has always been recognized among those in the know as an unsavory character. You will remember that he limped around college during the last year under the double onus of being a business manager and being on the Jacko. But this business of inviting Thirty-sixers to a '35 dinner is something not even an ex-Jacko business manager would attempt. Why, it's just plain unadulterated treason. With all the fuss being raised now about sit-down strikes, we seem to have forgotten that good old 19th century heretic—the guy who lies down on the job. McCleary is a worthy representative of this by no means extinct species. It wasn't until I remembered that he was working for Mr. William Randolph (that's WR) Hearst that I arrived at a satisfactory explanation. Add Hearstling to Jacko and business manager and you get untouchable. McCleary is obviously in the depths of depravity and is not to be held responsible for his actions. He is what we lawyers love to call non compos mentis. Let us be charitable, Mr. Bedingfield. Your suggestion that we adopt the devil's own technique and deport him is too harsh. Let's just demote him to the class of '35 and make him turn over two weeks of his undoubtedly fabulous salary to the Alumni Fund.
"I leave it to you, Dick, as our guiding hand and noble leader, to see that this reasonable request is carried out.
"In great wrath, "JOE."
Secretary, Williamstown, Mass.
