1933

Since Waterbury's spectacular appearance on the front pages of the nation's press last spring, things have been pretty quiet here. The law business, as might well be inferred, consists mostly of criminal defense work. Thus, if one does not engage in this sort of legal legerdemain, as your correspondent does not, he has plenty of time for thinking up fast ones to pull at the next meeting of the Michael Mullens Chowder and Marching Society.

However, in spite of the knowledge that it would be necessary to live through many arch glances and sly references to the state of the local treasury, this operator with a few plump, young native boys as gunbearers started early this season on the long arduous safari which included Princeton, Cambridge, and New Haven.

At Princeton were seen: Ellis, Foley, King, H., McKane, Niebling, Snow. At Cambridge: Collins, Donovan, Doherty, J., Chesnulevich, Gaynor, Halligan.

At Yale—before, during, and after the game; Colla, Donner, Doyle, Dudley, Gass, Glendinning, Lord, Libbey, Mackey, Madden, Okie, Ripley, Rideout, Russell, Saywell, Smart, Smith, H. W., Spang, Weeman, and Wetstein.

Ripley was accompanied by a very smart-looking blonde doll and spoke of the Dewey nuptials, being very careful to correct an impression inadvertently given in this column, via Sayre, that said wedding was other than a calm, sober, well-considered undertaking Herm Dudley is is now in Chicago Okie's rather advanced wearing apparel brought forth several references to the race track from some of the less style-conscious members of our little group Smart had to rush away from the game in order to get back to his charges at Redding Ridge. .. . . Will Woyle was insulting to this department in what might be described as a Flatbush tenor Smith found himself at the game with a blind date, who spoke no English and who fainted dead away after several minutes of the first period Weeman is now in Torrington, Conn.

PROFESSORIAL PALAVER

Professor John Meek of the Yale Law School writes what seems in retrospect to be the first letter of the 1938 season. He states that the inspiration to take his type- writer in hand came after he had seen six columns of Dickerson in the 1930 column of the November issue. He might have added that his sensitive being had been overwhelmed with shame when he found that his own class secretary had filled four columns less than the garrulous Dickerson.

We say: (1) About the only person who could take six columns of Dickerson and still retain his mental equilibrium would be a professor at the school whence sprang full blown that werewolf who is known as Thurman (F. of C.) Arnold.

(2) There is an editorial rule promulgated by those who guide the destinies of this periodical which limits each contributor to approximately two columns. Thus, although to the uninitiated the aforementioned A. I. D. may be considered as a paragon, to those in the know he is classed with Tom Sawyer's notorious brother Sid as a fawner and a toady.

(3) We do not like the implication that we are not tending to our secretarial knitting.

The letter which was written after the Y—D football game goes as follows: The game Saturday was a real triumph, as you no doubt realized. It was a marvelous feeling that third quarter to sit there and know that for once the game was in the bag and nothing Yale could do would alter the result. Ward Donner sat behind me and reported that all was quiet in Troy, where he pontificates as schoolmaster.

The night before the game I became involved in a discussion of New York politics with Phil Farnham of Rochester and Jack Masten of Wall Street. Both are loyal Dewey supporters and spent the evening proclaiming his virtues.

After the game on Saturday, Mary Lou and Ken Spang had a cocktail party at 311 St. Ronan St. ... After one waded through several rows of economists, he would finally come upon a band of 1933ers who were well concentrated about the cocktail shakers. Among those present were Helen and Henry P. Smith III, Masten, Harry Osborne and Doris Gilbert. At the risk of libel, I must report again that Harry was in excellent shape, but managed to conceal it beneath a very suave and jovial exterior. Harry and I met again about 2:00 a.m. and the fact that he was then still able to keep his feet testifies to his extreme durability.

WHERE, OH WHERE?

Don Lincoln has been made a partner in the law firm in which he had been working, the name of said firm now being Josephs, Wilson, and Lincoln. The address is 90 Broad St., N. Y. C.

The wedding of Tristram Metcalf and Mary Kathryn Dilger was scheduled to take place on November 12, and so far as we know did take place on that date at Scarsdale, N. Y.

Norm Payne is teaching at the Weeks Junior High School at Newton, Mass. He lives at 99 Ripley St., Newton Center.

John Bowman is a statistician with the General Shaver Division of RemingtonRand at Bridgeport.

Phil Whitbeck is an accountant with the Stecher—Traung Lithograph Corp. in Rochester, N. Y.

Fred Await is a special agent with the Bureau of Foreign and Domestic Commerce in Washington. 3921 49th St., N. W. is where he lives.

Shar Bush is a salesman with Reynolds Swain and lives at 212 Central Park South, N. Y. C.

Parker Hart is a U. S. Foreign Service officer in Vienna, Germany. He may be reached via the Dept. of State, Mail Room, Vienna Pouch, Washington.

George Werrenrath is teaching at the Northwood School, Lake Placid Club, N. Y.

Lennie Rienzo, from whom we have not heard in many a moon, now turns up as credit clerk for the Westchester Lighting Cos. in White Plains. He resides at 1 Saxonwoods Park Drive.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Secretary, 111 West Main St., Waterbury, Conn