1936*
As this column goes to press, it goes in quite a rush, so forgive me, friends, if I beg a line or two to explain some of the background leading up to the railroading of yours truly into this short-lived capacity.
Dick Treadway announced in last month's column his position in the matter, and the steps taken by the executive committee to effect an election by the class of a secretary-chairman to succeed him, through the medium of a post card ballot. My choice as "executive committee representative compiling the election statistics," I question. The job of counting votes is not one requiring an excessive amount of ability and upon reflection, perhaps I am capable, but this business of Winchelling for the class notes. .. .whew!
Another small matter I should like to call to your combined attentions: if you will recall, each and every post card had printed thereon (I saw it) "Reman before October 10th." From a mechanical standpoint, that put me right on the spot, because this column was due in Hanover not later than October 10th. In order to syncopate my woes, I started through the roof, came down again, wired Gibney, Gib wired me, Sid Hayward was wired, airmails, special deliveries.... finally we were granted special permission to hold out until the 12th and a deadline was set for the 13th in Hanover. Seems if some one of our under-secretaries was a wee bit late in the mailing of the ballots to those concerned. Funny thing, I have always been a bundle of nerves, too.
Well, sirs, the Morton mail box has been bursting following the last couple of deliveries and we sure thank you for the kind cooperation. In view of the fact that we can hold open for one more mail the final result of the election will be tabulated at the rear of this epistle.
Drag up a hassock (apologies to Neil O'Hara): Incidentally, this goes immediately out of the first person and into a literal "we" for world-girdler Bob Fernald got the call to supper the minute I heard I had to dash off the current class notes. It nearly broke the family budget when I announced to Mrs. Morton that we had to feed another mouth. Bob is what is known as a healthy eater, now tipping the beam at 185 in his garters. Bob tells me he attended a Charter Party for the Boston Chapter of the Junior Chamber of Commerce some three weeks ago; Lever Brothers sent him over to see if it was anything they wanted to buy. Paul Guibord, Boston insurance supervisor, was checking names at the gate. Once inside one was fair dazzled by the gleaming pate of Dune H. Newell, local banker; Dick Holt and Spike Varney had their straws dipped lightly in lemon broth. Varney is still with that insurance company. H. J. Morris Jones was rushing madly about nailing new members.... his offices at High Street, Boston.
Jerry King is '39 Aetna Open and Closed divot dredger and lives in Cambridge with Frau King. Wentworth, when home, has a small place on Commonwealth Avenue. Vin has a small Vincent and a paycheck weekly from his interests at the Farrington Company, makers of Charge-a-Plate. Your mother has one for the local department store, if they're smart. Wooly William Macurda is touring for New England Coke. Poor Mrs. Macurda, sees Will occasionally. Sub Harris, heard from on the post card deluge, is still finding it hard to concentrate on binding books, his profession; Texas belles, purely avocation, we hear. George McCleary, also put the post card to extra use. Mac, you know forsook Mr. Hearst not long back in favor of Julius Schmidt Company, New York drug concern—is a division salesmanager and is moving his extra pair of pants into a new and swankier apartment. A 1 Gibney, Class Treasurer, cause of my present misery, etc., tells me' Newark is getting too hot; beginning the 16th of October A 1 takes over at Strathmore Paper Company, West Springfield, Massachusetts, as Assistant Sales Promotion Manager. Wish I'd gone to Harvard Business for two years myself, Al. Best of luck. That weekend golfer, Arthur K. Atkinson, was runner-up in the Empire State Golf Championship this summer. Wish you'd tell us what takes so much time in the middle of the week, Arthur. Green Bay, Wisconsin, has a summer bride, Mrs. Jack Stiles. Jack, we presume, is still working his way to the top of the hardware empire.
Seen in Duluth during summer were Doug Chisholm, still getting good wear out of John Piani's '36 blazer, and Lee McGonagle, with Duluth Public Service. No later than the torrid months just past, Ralph Earl and wife were reported golfing at Glenburnie Club, Lake George, N. Y. Bill Ferguson also summered awhile at the same club. Jumping to the West Coast, Movie Magnate Budd Schulberg has let loose with the flicker "Winter Carnival" which hit the screens sometime last summer.
FLASH: Special Delivery from Jack Smith—getting your authors out of bed. Thanks, Jack, or we might be stuck. Mr. Smith, as he is known to fellow draftsmen, is inking his way with the firm of Eggens and Higgins in the New York town. Smedley tells us, quote, "I find a very fine bunch of 'g6ers eking out an exciting existence here in New York City and in case anyone is in the big town on a Tuesday noon, a right merry group assembles at the Better 'ole Restaurant on E. 47th Street at 1 P.M. The old standbys are Bob Prentice, Dink Gidney, Ed Brooks, Charlie Stern, Norb Hoffman, Boyce Price, Jim Gidney and myself." Also, gleaned from Jack's missive was the news that George Beyers is going places with his new job in the advertising craft.
More from the diminutive architect's special packet of sundry mail—Handsome Bob Morris, ladies scurry for a hanky, has gone and dunnit. Shaw and Hair witnessed same in Cincinnati. Another Robert, Keeler, namens, tripped it to a belligerent (Canada) in a new Buick. .. .the law must be a good profession too.
Charles Lehman, he of the bass voice, is interning at the Williamsport, Pa., Hospital. Another doing quite the same job is Gordon Brown at the Pennsylvania Hospital in the City of Brotherly Love. John Hardham, reported by self, is a physician at the Mary Hitchcock—that's in New Hampshire.
Hesty Hirst was recently spliced right in good old Hyde Park, Mass., to Miss Ruth Elizabeth Galway. Jim Tindle is married and works in Pittsburgh. Gosh, fellers, we hope we are reading this stuff straight—only four more hours to daylight. Quelle nuit! Philadelphia papers please note: Paul Zens will soon have a charming Mrs. We learn too that Connie Wickham has been made assistant to a professor at Penn Law School and will aid in churning out a volume for the trade. Joe Smith is living at home—Bendix is supplying the cash. Tell us, Joe, is this a "war baby". .. .just for our information, we don't have any trading tender.
From there and here: Gib Sykes is still shooting for the course record at Olympia Fields Country Club. Professor Len Mead sent us an invite to his and we wish we could have been on hand Miss Jean Griswold got the ring. Remember Trafalgar Square, Len? Russ Hurd is studying accounting in Utica. Walter Kadlec is working for DuPont. Art Lynch seen tippling a tumbler at Ten Acres. Fitzherbert is with Commercial Credit Company. Dick Spong is still the leading scribe for the Harrisburg paper. Pedro Espaillat, it was reported, has been touring the States, later to take up a position, in South America for his boss, M.G.M. Bill Reed, up-and-coming in the retail field has moved from Filene's to become buyer for men's furnishings at Chandlers in Boston. Bill Gibson was seen in the Hub this summer attending a nuptial. Harlow W. Scholl Jr., is now with Wilson Brothers, wholesale packers.
Seems as if Phil Gilbert is married and working for Donavan, Lesure, Newton & Lumbard, 2 Wall Street, New York. Bob Shertz is through Law School and is settling in his Dad's office in Philadelphia. Fred Warne should be still over at Harvard Law. . . .haven't seen Fred since he began over there but he was going great guns when last we heard.
Gentlemen: the news you've so patiently awaited. The run-off of the ballots shows without question that your new Secretary-Chairman and pen wielder till 194.1 is and will be DEAN GIDNEY. Congratulation, Dink, and I know that expresses the class sentiment in a nut shell.
Your local announcer has just sent out a call for the Arabs.... sneak away with my tent quietly, gentlemen, please. Shame on those two friends I had.
Secretary-Chairman, 143 Sunset Ave., Ridgewood, N. J.
Treasurer, 5 Academy Road, Madison, N. J
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