1924
Report No. 82. Thus beginneth the tenth year of class notes from this quarter. For the few hardy souls who receive this first issue, a little action is in order. First let it be explained that many classes, including a number of those near us, have subscribed 100% for all graduates, an ideal arrangement which benefits everyone, including the Secretary.
However, such an arrangement takes a mountain of work and a backlog of finances, just in case. Class dues are the popular method of meeting the deficit. Your officers (three) decided that with the 15th Reunion eight months hence, this matter should be presented to the class at that time. In the meantime, Fred Shaneman and Stan Lonsdale will use their talents to pry you loose from $2.50. A good act would be a little voluntary help on your part. Sign up your closest classmate. In spite of the fact that the class has the lowest percentage of subscribers of any class extant, your columnist refuses to believe that he is that bad. If each '24 reader secured one more, we would have one third of the class as subscribers—not much to brag about, but better than it has been for years. What do you say?
By the time you read this, the Boston Alumni Fund crew and the New York gang will have met at Jug End Barn, Great Barrington, Mass., for Fund discussion, Reunion opinions, kudos, and whatever they bring. Dave Perry gave birth to the idea and Jim White supplied the place. Worcester, Bridgeport, Springfield, and Albany will send observers.
It doesn't seem possible that anyone could run into greater sorrow than Red Maloney's family. While Mrs. Maloney was critically ill, Sean, four-year-old son, drowned at Hummarock Beach, Plymouth, Mass., this summer. Fortunately we knew of this in time to extend the sympathy of the class. Tim Lyons, Stan Lyon, and Luit Luitwieler attended the funeral. Mrs. Maloney is now out of danger and slowly recovering. Red's address is 46a Waltham St., West Newton, Mass.
Ken Foley, hotel operator and printer, has settled down in Hanover together with three partners *to run the Dartmouth Press, formerly the Musgrove property. He looks sufficiently healthy, considering the fact that he but recently left the Mary Hitchcock Hospital after an operation and three weeks of convalescence. Putty Blodgett, Bradford, Vt., farmer de luxe in another wing with a chipped knee, wasn't allowed to get around to see Ken, or vice versa, but the two of them kept up a correspondence.
Newspaper and magazine articles aplenty have properly covered the election of Hal Cowley to the presidency of Hamilton College, Clinton, N. Y. This column's hearty felicitations, Hal, late though they are. As mentioned here before, his educational and psychological research work at Ohio State was becoming increasingly recognized. He served many other institutions and several business organizations in a consulting capacity before accepting leadership of Hamilton College.
If your local paper carried the results of that famous boy event, the Soap Box Derby at Akron, Ohio, in August, you may remember the boy who made the fastest time and who came in third in the finals—Stanford H. Hartshorn Jr., of Gardner, Mass. Hank Hartshorn, upon inquiry, writes that he is proud to claim the driver as a nephew and sends along an official photo with the gusto of a father.
Last June the Waterbury RepublicanAmerican climaxed an eight-year drive on municipal graft, when the grand jury in an extraordinary session indicted 27 menmany of them state political leaders. No small share of credit for unearthing the facts of this case goes to Spider Martin of the American's staff. Editor and Publisher ran a picture of an extremely jovial Spider, obviously no longer spry on grounders perhaps, but evidently strong on digging up the news. As mentioned once upon a time herein, Spider's brother, Congressman Martin of Massachusetts, is Republican leader in the House.
Otie Jackson, late of Cincinnati, forwards a copy of the institution service June 22, and a most welcome letter telling of his new parish, St. John's Episcopal church, at Flint, Mich. "We came to Flint, June.i, and are still slowly putting our house in order. We are on Michigan Highway No. 10 (don't take the by-pass) and would welcome visitors."
George Gercke, reporter, traveler, public relations counsel, etc., is now producing motion pictures for the U. S. Government at 347 Madison Ave., N. Y. C. Another New Yorker with a position which sounds interesting, is Penny Haile, assistant director of the League of Nations Association, 8 W. 40th St.
Going back a year, Duke Keegin of Washington, D. C., went through a long siege last fall to recover from a fall while on horseback. He managed to accumulate 17 different injuries. For some time it was feared he wouldn't pull through, but last June we heard that he was sound and on the job again as patent attorney.
Dick Ludwig is selling for the Terry Pen Filler Cos. of Wisconsin. He descended on Pinky Booth and loaded up the Worcester Telegram and Gazette office with inkproof, spill-proof, wet-proof fountain pen ink bottles. Dick has moved to Auburndale, log Central St., right next to Freddie Briscoe. Fred used to be one of the banana promotion men for the United Fruit Cos. and is now assistant production manager of the McKenzie Engraving Cos., printers and engravers, right across the street on Commonwealth Ave., Boston, from the Boston Bees' ball park. Customers know how to spend their afternoons.
As usual, we've sunk our all, the entire collection of summer news. In desperation, but in hope, we will ship one swell boneless cooked ham (Darling's Delicious), which is our right to name as advertising counsel, to the most newsy letter that arrives here before November 1. Conversation at football games doesn't count.
Secretary, 12 Haviland St., Worcester, Mass.
