Class of 1912
According to the latest report from Ray Cabot, letters or questionnaires have been received from 170 members of the class for publication in the Class Book. One hundred thirty one members of the class have paid their book charges of $3 to the class treasurer. Negotiations are now in progress with the printer.
Lyme Armes reports that one of the social events of the month in Boston was known as "Quechee French's Last Supper." It was served in three different restaurants and two different cities. Roily Linscott distinguished himself as host, and Lyme and Mrs. Armes attended this April Marathon event, at which Quechee was the "Guessed" of Honor. Lyme writes that our corpulent classmate and manufacturer of the world's first perfect, allvitamin dog food will never forget the occasion of his Last Supper, for on the next morning, at 10:30, in the city of Haverhill, Mass., he had every blessed one of his teeth extracted. TIME MARCHES ON!
As you may have gathered from the preceding recital, Lyme Armes is in rare form. He writes that he is "up to hisgawments" in two rare enterprises,—the 46th, 47th, and 48th Annual Convention of the Guild of Former Pipe Organ Pumpers held at the Parker House on May 13, and the Aviation Dinner which will open the National Air Mail Week in Massachusetts on May 15. In the former of these national events, in which Lyme is an office-holder, Shafer, the founder of the organization, attended, coming all the way from Three Rivers, Mich., "international headquarters of the Guildand site of our game preserve for theSacred Cast-Iron Wild Animal Life of the9o's." The whole coast-to-coast display of civil and commercial aviation resources incident to National Air Mail Week is an outgrowth of the Air Mail Week which the Crosscup-Pishon Post (named for "Spuddy" Pishon), started in Massachusetts two years ago when Lyme was commander of the Post. That first Air Mail Week marked the tenth anniversary of the establishment of Contract Air Mail, Boston-Newark, which was the No. 1 route flown. The postmaster general has now expanded the plan on a nation-wide basis to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the very first air mail flight from Long Island to Washington on May 15, 1918.
A full page of the Hartford Times for Saturday, April 16, is devoted to alluring photographs of Lloyd H. Bugbee, expert fly fisherman, whipping a stream in Connecticut, with a hat stuck full of trout flies. Doubtless Bug still remembers the five days before Commencement in 1912, when he, Billy Baxter, Unk Bellows, and Lyme Armes chartered a guide and went fishing in Crawford Notch. Billy began the first day by falling into the Saco at 3:45 a.m.
Bob Belknap has a new address at 4551 Carrollton, Indianapolis, Ind.
Carlton Dean is on the road for dairy supplies. He has three children, Randall, born January 8, 1924; Doris, born May 4, 1926, and David, born January 12, 1931. Carlton draws and designs plans for all the dairies he equips.
Jim Fitzpatrick has a new address at 508 North 4th St., Apollo, Pa.
Bos Geller has a new address at Box 199, Owego, N. Y.
The following letter written by Al (A.R.) Miller of 70 Blossom St., Haverhill, and Quechee French of John C. Dow, Inc., 200 Broadway, Cambridge, Mass., to Doc O'Connor, with Doc's reply, is impossible to paraphrase, and must therefore be submitted in full: "Doc: "A combination letter from a couple of birds that are all set for a resumation of a championship billiard match.
"Get that underlined word! It is so much superior to 'exude'—where the hell did you get the nomenclature—sap runs from maple trees up in Quechee—it neither exudes nor aborts.
"You will note I don't use the class stationery for my letters—l have to buy my own, like Connie Snow.
"This guy Rheinhardt (by appearance) is in the family way again, and suppose he will develop that old trouble (milk leg) when he freshens, similar to what Hug Lena treated him for at the 25th reunion. When a German flunks German what the hell chance has he got in stalling me off in buying all the junk that I pass off on him every time he lands in Cambridge. I believe Eddie Daley was his tutor—another Rufus Choater.
Over.
"Doc:—
"Well, Doc., here I am sitting in Quechee's office trying to arrange a pool match, but in vain—he is a little shy.
"Say, I wish you could see this toothless wonder as I see him just now—not a tooth in his mouth—boy, what a picture, and those glass eyes of his look like the rest of his head—marble.
"Well, Quechee seems in good humor today, as he just sold a cake of Good Will soap. He claims the profit from that sale will pay his salary for two weeks.
"Wish you were here to take part in that pool match—we need men like you. "Yours as ever,
"RHEINHARDT."
"Doc:
"A P.S. to tell you that he wants to go up to Claremont, N. H., with me after the match and look up some of those bimbos that he used to associate with. He thinks perhaps he would have a better chance now as some of the husbands that used to dick him off the roofs may have passed out and he could finish up the jobs he started in College—with them as widows.
"QUECHEE."
"Dear Al and Quechee: "I understand completely just how you happened to write me the joint letter which you did! Anybody that has been in Quechee's office and inhaled the odors of his cigars and the horses' hoofs out of which his soap is made gets that way. As far as Quechee is concerned, I yield. He ought to know more about sap than I do. As a matter of fact, both of you would have to play pool in a bathtub—neither of you could get close enough to a pool table!
"Don't worry about Quechee's going to Claremont. I understand he has been circling that town for six years and they are still looking for him.
"I am a little surprised at you, Al. I thought you were a very serious individual and I don't understand how you can be hanging around Quechee's office.
"Faithfully yours, "Doc."
The following letter from Chet Newcomb, with the Lake Erie Provision Company, pork and beef packers, at West 63d St., and Big Four R. R., Cleveland, is also too good to miss:
"Dear Connie: "Over two months have elapsed since I received your friendly request for current statistics on the Newcomb family. I purposely delayed answering until I'd fussed around with my income tax and could pass on to you figures which are substantially accurate. Prior to filing my return each year I carefully count all the children and compute their ages. (It's beside the point, but it always comes out that I owe the government nothing.) Delay in answering your letter has made it unnecessary to take this household census twice.
"Your arithmetic in connection with the family is perfect so far as it goes, but it falls far short. You have correctly listed our four oldest children and their respective ages, but according to the inventory referred to, you have omitted at least two others.
"Daniel Lee was born October 3, 1929, and at this age gives every promise of being one of those conservative gents who eventually will earn his living by jumping out of airplanes at county fairs. Carol Lois I likewise fail to find in your list. This little girl, who actually runs the works, will be three years old the 27 th of April. At this writing I'd say she was the youngest. In regard to her it is our feeling that she is considerably advanced for her years, her maternal grandmother vouching for the fact that the child's mother was at least six before she could bite as hard or kick as often.
"So you see that gives us approximately six children, and whereas you were suggesting that I had you one down, it should be clear that from a numerical standpoint your family hasn't got much beyond the experimental stage.
"Yes, I am president of our company. However, unless somebody is able to slow down the razzle-dazzle emanating in Washington I probably won't be long. You're right too, about my house number, but like the job, and for the same reason, it is subject to change without notice.
"Your inquiries take in my golf game. Having reached the point a number of years ago where three out of four times I could shoot under a hundred, I felt I'd really mastered the game and gave it up I now ride a horse, for no good reason except that it feels so swell when I stop You ought to look into that racket, it's practically perfect punishment.
"For the future, it probably will work out better if I have some cards made up upon which I can simply fill in the child's name, date born, etc., and mail them to you as we go along. It not only will save time all around but should remove the guess work for both of us. "With kind regards, I am, "Cordially yours, "CHESTER G. NEWCOMB."
Jimmie Steen has a new residential address at 5212 East Drive, Rockford, Ill., from whence he issues as advertising salesman.
Secretary, Rochester, N. H.
DARTMOUTH 13 TREMENDOUS
