1933

Some months ago we mentioned our lack of connection in the capacity of advocate with the local criminal courts. Since that time, due to the pressure of business, we have become associated with the office of the clerk of the Superior Court as a sort of utility outfielder—to use an esoteric, technical term.

Beside the novel and welcome experience of receiving regular and substantial payments from the state of Connecticut, there is one other noteworthy happening which we have been saving for our few faithful readers.

Five weeks ago we were somewhat cha- grined to find ourselves officiating at a trial where we felt like a fifth man trying to worm himself into a bridge game. The matter was one in which the judge, prosecutor, defense attorney, and defendant (who was before the court on the charge of toying with a minor female) were all Yale men.

We have been following carefully, but as yet have found no reference to this unusual evidence of the old bulldog spirit in the columns of the Yale Alumni Weekly.

The defendant has since gone to spend another year at New Haven, not, unfortunately, among the spires and gargoyles.

AFTER DARK

Our New York representative reports having seen Fred Birmingham dancing to Artie Shaw's music at the Lincoln one Wednesday evening in January. He was squiring a winsome blonde damsel, a Miss Parsley, we believe. So far as he knew there had been no recent appearance of hippopotami in the 14th St. Subway Station.

Our fleet-footed scout then sped down Seventh Avenue to the New Yorker in search of Wetstein. Wetstein was home doing his sums, but our informant states that he chatted for a few minutes with Bad Bobby Burns. He stresses the fact that he found it difficult to discover which was Burns and which was T. Dorsey, the band leader. His difficulty was made all the more acute because Burns was first sighted standing in front of the Dorsey ensemble with a trombone in his hand. It was only when it became clear that he also had a nest of robins in his hair that the canny Burns was identified.

Bill Hitchcock, still working for the At-lantic Wire (not wine) Co., writes to clear up any lingering ambiguities concerning his betrothal. In November he became engaged to Miss Janet Ferguson of Upper Montclair, N. J. The knot is to be tied in the spring.

At each Woolsey Hall concert in New Haven, 1933 is well represented by the Spangs, Meek, the Sam Lovejoys, and the aforesaid Hitchcock.

From Neighbor Ed Marks comes the information that Bud Madden mated Nov. 25 at the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian church in New York. The bride is Anne Naylan. She hails from California. The groom is still in the air-conditioning engineering mess in Manhattan. The couple honey- mooned in Bermuda and will live in New York.

We have received clippings heralding the wedding of Roland Stevens (Dr. Roland E. Stevens Jr.) to Mary Elizabeth Cornwall of Pultneyville, N. Y., on Dec. 26 in the chapel of the Colgate-Rochester Theological Seminary at Rochester, N. Y. Rev. Robert M. Stevens, a brother of the groom, performed the ceremony. The bride is of Smith College, vintage of 1934. Dr. Stevens has been an interne at the Strong Memorial Hospital in Rochester for a year, and beginning July 1 he will be assistant resident surgeon at the Billings Hospital in Chicago, which institution is connected with the University of Chicago Medical School.

Mackey is doing his best to weather the heavy seas in Wall St. and forgets how poor the brokerage business is by waxing very domestic. His last letter spoke of his building a play-room for his two small daughters.

Each month we receive from the Alumni Records Office an envelope containing a number of small white sheets, each containing information about some classmate which has come to the notice of that alert organization. Whether it is some bright- eyed young hopeful pushing eagerly forward to new frontiers in science or the arts or merely some tired young shoe Salesman moving to a new apartment because the landlord has been just a bit too nasty about the back rent—it is all the same to the A. R. O. The news is digested, neatly typed on the little white sheets and sent to news- starved secretaries, who (like this one) have got to page 4 and have run out of material with another page to go.

This month we received the following choice cuts: Jim Alder, still with Louisville Cement Co., has moved to Louisville, Ky. He lives at 1417 S. 3d St Weldon Brown, teaching history at the University of Alabama, lives in the Alabama Apartments on Reid St. in Tuscaloosa Harry Buckley is a textile technician with the Celanese Corp. He lives on Woodlawn Ave., Long, Md Lew Chester has a new address: 357 Allen St., New Britain, Conn Fran Cleaves is hissing sibilants from the Sino-Indian In- stitute, Old Austrian Legation, Peking, China Stan Colla may now be reached at 359 Manila Rd., Philadelphia Chum Glendinning has moved to 45 Popham Rd., Scarsdale, N. Y. He is still with the N. Y. Tel. Co.

Les Leavenworth is a topographic draftsman in the U. S. Engineer Office in Concord, N. H Charlie Finfrock now receives mail, if any, at Box 3581, Cleveland Heights, O Charlie Grob is with the Lerner Stores in New York and lives at the Brierfield, 215 W. 83d St., N. Y. C. Bob Kay is working for the Federal Trade Commission in Washington Mayo Purple is an interne at the University Hospitals in Cleveland

Stan Quinn lives at Flanders Road, East Hampton, Conn Henry C. Smith is in public utility construction in Newark, N. J. He lives at 445 Kemble Ave., Morristown. . . . . Cy Sturm is in the bridge department of the New Hampshire Highway Department.

We would be happy to hear from any of the class who are still extant.

Secretary, 31 Frederick St., Waterbury, Conn.