Class of 1933
Preparations for the recent Connecticut bar exams have forced us for the last month and a half to live a life of monastic severity. As a result our contacts with the outside world have been reduced to a minimum. Thus, this column will be notable for its good taste, perhaps, and for its style, but it is clear that it will not be remarkable for its length.
Next month, however, we promise to go into some sort of strange interlude about re-union if Ford Say re can shake himself loose for seventeen minutes from the task of making Hanover the Saint Moritz of America and give us a few printable facts.
CHICAGO
From Barrister John Rockwell, silent for these many years, comes a gay, winsome billet.
"I graduated from the University of Michigan Law School in 1936 and was fortunate enough to land a job with the firm of Judah, Reichmann, Trumbull, Cox, and Stern (134 So. La Salle St.) in Chicago, where I am still working.
"Mac Macdona is in Chicago, doing something along the newspaper line. Somewhere it also involves theaters (probably theater advertising), though the last time I saw him he was talking about KIOSKS.
"Jaeko Robinson—still in good spirits and quite addicted to fat cigars. American Airlines is his specialty, in charge of ticket agencies, I believe. At the Cornell-Dartmouth luncheon on the afternoon of the game he was talking about $55.00 round trips by plane to Hanover for the fifth next June.
"Did you know that Fran Harrington is a proud father of a boy commonly known as "Skippy!"
"A card from Walt Libbey says he's going to be at Reunion.
"I've been teaching Sunday school, helping run the local Community Chest Campaign, taken a bit of interest in the Chicago City Manager Committee, and so far kept out of mischief comparatively well."
We seem to have heard that Tris Metcalfe was recently married, but are unable at present to give any basic facts.
Basil Winslow's "Squeaks from the Golden Gate" reports that Paine Knickerbocker has moved to San Francisco, thereby swelling the 1933 Northern California ranks to ten, largest of any class.
With the snow falling mournfully outside our office window, it wouldn't take much urging to convince us that the number might well be raised to eleven.
GOTHIC ROMANCING
John Meek cut to the quick by last month's column retorts as follows:
"After being featured in the January ALUMNI MAGAZINE as a recluse in the morass of New Haven Gothic, I should probably remain in the background for some time so as not to destroy the legend of my mysterious dwelling place.
"Until I read your little item regarding my situation here I had never realized how well protected I am from the moil and broil of the world. You brought home to me the fact that behind these Tudor and Gothic walls I have a shield of some four centuries between me and the vicissitudes of every-day life. And that is to say nothing of my added solace of shall we. call it 'Victorian music?' I am grateful that you more or less cleared up your previous item concerning my cramped quarters in Drawer 401 A, and that you yourself can testify that those quarters are quite attractiveonce you get to them. However, I hope no 1933 students of architecture attempt to find me after reading your article on Yale architecture.
"To get down to the point of this letter, I'm back here after a ten-day vacation, and at present engaged in drawing up exam questions for mid-years.
"The major news of my vacation so far as the class of 1933 is concerned is about Jus Stanley (referred to in the HeraldTribune as, Julian stanley-Ed, NOTE), on January 3 he and Helen Leigh Fletcher were married in Brooklyn, N. Y., in a distinguished company in which Dartmouth was well represented. Ken Spang came down from Stamford, where he is spending a portion of his six weeks' vacation (he sails January 7 for a cruise in the West Indies), and meeting at the Biltmore we ventured into the wilds of Brooklyn together. However, we located the wedding without much trouble and were greeted at the door by Bob Doscher, the Jim Farley of Rockland County, New York, who as one of the ushers was quite the man of the hour. (If you ever get in trouble in Rockland County, call up Dosh in Suffern, and in a jiffy you will be a free man again.) A minute later we were talking to Ken and Dorothy Weeman, Ken being an usher, as was also Denny Fowler, who is also devoted to the pursuit of law, though I can't recall whether he is still at Columbia or already out in practice.
"Our first look at Jus came with the wedding ceremony. Jus is one of the most coherent bridegrooms I have encountered, both during the ceremony and at the reception which followed. By his side was Dick Jackson, who performed the functions of best man in a highly competent manner. The whole affair went off very smoothly, and during the reception it was very pleasant to talk to so many Dartmouth men again.
"Part of my vacation I spent in Chicago, attending a meeting of the Association of American Law Schools. At the meeting I met Charlie Finfrock, who is teaching law at Ohio Northern.
"Also while in Chicago Hunter Hicks and I had several reunions, one of which included attending a luncheon of the Chicago Dartmouth Club, at which several of the current football stars spoke. There I had lunch with Hunter, Hunter's father, and Way Thompson. Among others there was Don Wood, whom an evening later I encountered in the tap room of the Stevens, immaculately attired in evening clothes and escorting a lovely blonde.
"Hunter kept my evenings well occupied out there, but finally I got on a train back to New York and arrived in time for a New Year's Eve celebration in New Jersey, at which I was the sole Dartmouth representative until 5:00 A.M. when Harry Osborne blew in, full of vim and vigor (Scotch) just as the rest of our party was preparing to fold up.
"Prior to the Christmas holidays I made a trip to Boston and spent two nights with Phil O'Brien in Framingham. Phil successfully passed his Massachusetts bars last summer and is now a full-fledged attorney. Also ran into Cliff Johnson for a minute, just as he was on the verge of departing for what looked like a skiing expedition somewhere in the North Country.
"February 1 I depart to Cambridge,
where I shall spend the second term and part of the summer at Harvard Business School, doing work in connection with the combined Yale Law School-Harvard Business School program. While there I can be located at the Business School, but my permanent address remains here. I'm a bit disturbed over leaving my safe retreat for several months, but from a reliable source I understand the revolution isn't expected till next fall, at which time I shall be safe once more: behind Yale's 'study walls of New Haven Gothic.' "
Classmates will be grieved to hear of the death of Bob Feakins, reported elsewhere in this MAGAZINE.
Secretary, 64 Cooke St., Waterbury, Conn.
