Class of 1916
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to poetic outbursts. I've just received from Pennsylvania a Byronic outpouring. In fact, it is signed by Lord Byron. Ordinarily, I wouldn't give much thought to pseudonymic notes, but this opus carries the earmarks of other annual springtime gushings.
"When the pussyivillow boughsDrop kittens in your laps,"etc., etc.
I leave it to you Balmacaaners to guess the authorship.
Bailey Van Ness Emery comes through with a note this month. The Roosevelt Recession" finds this transplanted Yankee Democrat doing fairly well for himself, in
Lincoln Filene is out of the hospital and Jack at his Lodge in Weston. Bronchitis and an infected throat have kept Mr. Fiene away from his desk for quite a spell, the past month.
Just as John Lincoln Ames Jr. was rushing to the five o'clock train for Boston on April Fools' Day, he met Dr. and Mrs. John Gile in the Grand Central Station. Query: for what was John Lincoln, one of our few Balmacaan bachelors, rushing to Boston, and what were the Giles doing in New York? Of course, I know that John Lincoln Ames has a godson in the freshman class, but I don't know the attraction for John, in Boston.
While I'm on the subject of New York, I wonder if Ken Stowell is drawing pictures of future cathedrals as well as editing Home Beautiful. I wonder if our stockbrokers, Ray Devoe and Perc Burnham, could tell me how to get business these days. The last time I saw Wilberforce Sully, he thought the visiting brothers were fellow vestrymen. Have the New York Mohammedans made any further pilgrimages? Last May, the New York Balmacaaners after a class dinner decided that if their classmates wouldn't come to the class gathering, the class gathering would go to the classmates. That is why the New Yorkers are Mohammedans from now on. Somewhere in History I, I read about a fellow named Mohammed, since the mountain wouldn't come to him, he went to the mountain.
Does Glenn Carlton Gould, 3630 Foster Hill Drive, St. Petersburg, Fla., ever get together with George Howell over in Tampa?
The recession doesn't lessen the duties of Boston Balmacaaners. Frank Bobst tells me his agency had the biggest March in history. Frank is associate general manager of the Paul Clark agency of the John Hancock Insurance. Max Bernkopf is either in New York or in court when you call him. The law business must be good. As for Dick Parkhurst, busy with the Boston Port Authority, Cliff Bean at Filene's, Gran Fuller with his lumber company, Bob Steinert with his piano and radio business, it hasn't been possible to stage a get-together. However, the spring usually tears them away from business, so we can expect a monthly golf party starting in May.
The other night I saw the first commercial job, Louie Gove's thirteen-year-old daughter, Ensley, produced. I have told you about her Christmas sculpturing. These drawings were delightful. Keep up the good work, Ensley.
Johnny Monahan is doing insurance adjusting these days, and he isn't as softhearted as that beaming Irish smile of his would lead you to believe. Honestly, he can be hardboiled.
Secretary, 37 Maple St., Stoneham, Mass
