Class of 1931
BRINGING UP BABY
Once again at the head of the Class (Netes). Twenty years from now betcha these toddlers will get top billing in the press of the wide world and the large mazdas on its marquees. Today they will have to be content with such publicity as this column affords them, and with the applause of our small but growing '31 theatre.
Way back on November 22d last year Susan Louise CAMPH arrived and by this time makes Johnny, her Daddy, toe the mark at all hours of the night. Hope this isn't old news to all of you. John is still with Conde Nast Publications, offices at 420 Lexington Avenue—you know, where you get those Charlie McCarthy silver spoons—and if the grapevine has it straight, takes the 5:15 out to Tuckahoe in Westchester. John is reported getting much in the way of this world's goods and happiness except for the item sleep.
Then over in Cleveland right around the middle of March the John Butlin MARTINS became four. This second child is a girl. Bill STF.CK, who writes in about it, says it is good to see the tide turning with newcomers like John making Cleveland their home. (Yes, Bill we have noticed a goodly number of '31ers going to other localities in the past few years.) John left the SEC and other Washington whirlpools for an association with the law firm of Squire, Sanders and Dempsey on Lake Erie .... quoting direct from STECK'S letter about the other recent addition to Cleveland's '31 Club, "Bob FREDERICK now makes Cleveland his headquarter for dear old Piels (how good itfeels) Beer. He's living at 3408 Cedarbrook Road, Cleveland Heights for thetime being. Bob is looking very prosperous." ....
And with lotions of love and thanks to the powers that be, I remain your truthful correspondent for it did happen at Ned PITKINS—March Bth was the date, a daugther Virginia object of all affections . . . . was a little worried about this; as you faithful readers of the column this year may recall, this event was announced 'bout two months previous.
COINCIDENTALLY
We have a fine letter from MYLLY—it happened this way: Every free moment from office work last Monday (April 4) I looked through all the papers for some squib or box score on Montreal and called the local scribes to find out where Rabbit Maranville and his Royals might be so's to get a wire off to one LAURI MYLLYKANGAS. One schedule-hound had them playing Newark over near the Sebring, Florida water tower, another expert said that game was cancelled and they might be "just anywhere in Florida.". . . . "Where was Montreal's trainingbase?"— Nobody seemed to know But there was a little paragraph in a week-old paper about an umpire (of all people to rate press notices!) working some games around Lakes Wales, Florida for the Montreal Royals So off goes our wire to Lakes Wales with nothing but a prayer on it. Baseball has its own way of crossing a fellow up—Mylly hadn't been with Montreal at all this year, instead was traded over the winter to Indianapolis of the Association, and Indianapolis played Montreal that day, and at the Lakes Wales park! So he got our pitch after all and see if you don't think he drove it back beautifully right through the box:
"You have, no doubt, wondered what my activities have been since graduating from Dartmouth. As you may recall, I hurt my arm during my last baseball season at school and that forced me to the sidelines as far as baseball was concerned. As a result, I taught and coached at Nichols Junior College for two years but when Red ROLFE suggested I write to the Montreal Royals of the International League for a try-out the baseball 'bug' bit me and the next four years found me in the spangles of the team representing that Canadian city. My success there might be rated in the 'just fair' class.
"I am now a member of the Indianapolis Indians of the Amer. Assoc. and needless to say I am well pleased with the change for a change in scenery is oftentimes beneficial to a ball player. It gets him out of that 'rut' you hear people talk about in all walks of life.
"We are now in the last stages of our spring training season. You know Ed, people at home tell me how lucky I am to be able to come to Fla. for a month and enjoy the nice warm weather for which this part of the country is so famous. Well—let me tell you something. Spring training is a pretty monotonous grind and it's a happy day for all concerned when the team breaks comp
"I am grateful to baseball for one thing and that is the fact that it has given me the opportunity to travel. In these travels I have met some of the boys who were ffly closest friends at Dartmouth. Ed PICKEN and family used to entertain me royally in Albany. Ed would always have a bottle of brew for me and then we would live again the happy days spent at Dartmouth. You know, Ed would always paint a pretty nice word picture.
"I have been very happily married now for almost four years. No Ed—there aren't any little Myllys running around yet.
"Give my best to all, Ed, and may the happiest day of your past be the sorriest day of your future. "In closing I might say that there is quite a difference in playing baseball for fun and playing for a living."
DELIBERATELY
Looks like something grew out of the remark planted in the last column about New Yorkers lacking only a reporter. Felt all along they must have been making some news—they have .... it's Dutch HOLLAND, the old hold-'em-together fellow, who sandwiched some time in between arranging the '31 Dinner at the new Club House in New York, selling the bond issue for said Club, and whipping into shape his coming Alumni Fund Campaign for this year to write us a long, fine letter. .... Can only give you snatches of it: "The class of 1931 had its first dinner at the new club (also the first in many moons) last Thursday night, and we not only had a good crowd out, but a lot of fun as well. Twenty Eight were there, I believe, as follows: "Doug WOODRING, Al SUTTON, Johnnie CHAMBERLIN, Charlie BRIGGS, Jim LYALL, Ned ROSEN, Mickey SYREK, Eddie BRUMMER, Jim VERITY, Sid RUBIN, Dick HOLBROOK, Bob WALLACE, Ernie MOORE, Yank BOARDMAN, Joe CHOATE, Shep WOLFF, Jack WARWICK, Charlie VETTER, Hank RICHMOND, Eddie MAAS, Nick OLEKSIW, Bill BENGER, Ralph CHARLTON, Vic ROCKHILL, Tower SNOW, Charlie SCHNEIDER, Jack WEATHERLEY & me.
"Here's a bit of News that I don't think you have: Tommy RYAN was .married in Cleveland, Ohio, on the 27th of December, 1937 to a very lovely little lass whose name is Alice. Just what the name was that she forsook, I'm not sure, but she looked might happy that she did. Tommy is now with Monkey Ward in Chicago where he and the Mrs. reside at 1220 State Street. He'd been in New York for the past three weeks on a buying trip, and finally got around to having lunch with us on the last day. As it was, we nearly missed the plane connection having a last sip of Cointreau. He's looking fine, has put on about twenty pounds, and is well on his way toward that first million.
"Eddie MAAS has left the Financial Staff of the Herald Tribune and is now with J. Walter Thompson & Cos., 420 Lexington Avenue, N. Y. C., doing publicity work in the Press Bureau. Said change took place along the first of the year, and seems to be a definite step up the ladder, for Eddie seemed mighty pleased and enthusiastic about it all. Having moved his office across the town, Mr. & Mrs. Maas moved the family hearth up town to 870 West 181 st Street, and are now under the shadow of the G. Washington Bridge.
"January 15th, 1938 saw Monty SMITH and Miss Jane C. Folsom ambling down the aisle together up in New Canaan, Conn., and they are now at home at 70 South Avenue, New Canaan. Monty is doing all right by himself, it seems, and the Bowery Savings Bank thinks enough of him to put him in charge of the bond department, and judging from the size of his desk, would say that he'll soon be a V.P. Old Monty has continued to be a 'burner of the midnight oil' ever since he's been in New York. Graduated from the American Institute of Banking and is now taking special courses down at N. Y. U."
Secretary, 2904 Gulf Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa.
