1918*
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THE 808 FISHES THROW A WHALE OF A PARTY. A beautiful Sunday afternoon—wife in tow—"Road-apple" Stan Jones (minus the more important Macy-ite Mogey whom we all missed terribly) nattied up in his Easter Homberg, accompanying us, we set out for Scarsdale and the beautiful Fish aquarium banked in rhododendronstheir feet blanketed in snow—all basking in the golden setting sun (not bad!) Stanley's grinning—no wonder—just sold his novel to McLean's, Canada's leading mag —movie rights to be landed by his literary broker. A flunkie opens the door, parks our rags on No. 8 check (last check number used was 91) gracious hostess Mildred —decorated with poinsettias (and always looking extremely pretty, says Mrs. Earley) —with Connie, Joan, and Bobbie bringing up the rear, greet us. The "QuickLunch" Bob grins warmly a "make your- self at home" as we spot a lengthy bar well supplied and manned by a "white coaty." Joannie and Connie magnificently hitch up all syphons to the tap—glide hither and yon with potato chips. "Landed a dozen checks for the Alumni Fund while in Chicago" says Bob grinning. Sure enough—he flashes a few—a couple for $100, a or 3 for $50, some 1255, $20ies, and fios. Our guess is this—that Professor Bob "Quick-Lunch" Fish hauls 1918 from next to bottom out of 13 classes in Group II Green Derby—classes 1913 through 1922—to 3rd or 4th from the top—NO, top, Bob says.
Barrel-chested Bill Montgomery, V.P.— N. Y. Reciprocal Underwriters—fills the living room—leaving Eva, King, and Peggy Rood (3 daughters headed for Vassar) Steve Mahoney and Mrs. Steve, all in a vacuum. Paul Sawyer Miner and Helen loom up—we offer a clink of glasses to Meener's sweethearts in La Belle France. Ah, there's George Moulton Davis and pretty Dottie (we're just like that) minus Pete Colwell and Mrs. Pete—too bad, Pete was low with a streptococcus sore throat— (we missed you both, Pete). Then comes along Lewis Lee and Marion (both missed at reunion)— Lewis puffing his sizzling Areola—protesting his bitches are AAA (bold enough with dog fanciers Dave Skinner and Elizabeth absent—where were you Dave?) But no—Kay Young (Ev's just the husband you know—whose pretty daughter and class baby steps off with a nice lad on May 12) a blue ribbon winner from Dutchess County takes up the issue- it's a dog party-bitches fly back and forth _Fred Cassebeer and I cringe at such words. Jaysus LeFevre gets tangled up too, but his mutts in the lumber yard disqualify him. We start for a drink to thaw out Mildred—ah, there's Joanie with 2 o£ 'em—Jones raucously slaps Mildred in the back—banker-broker-lumber merchant- and-whatnot Jaysus LeFevre gets ready to dismember Stanley proud as Papa LeFevre should rightly be when pretty Elaine plays the lead in the Princeton Prom Show "Hay Fever." There's Curt Glover-and Ruth, not fighting much to keep the old master from the bar—you've got character, Curt. There's Phil Boynton and Mrs. Phil -the new leather business must be good- Phil's a'grinnin'—and there's our Fuehrer —Herman Kotchmire Whitmore and Tilly -and thanks for the buggy ride to the station— and thanks, Hermie, for taking us all to the botanical gardens in Paris- (dans la guerre, vous savez). There's "Yahoo Bob Morrison and Mrs. Bob-all eyes beaming at "Jingle-Spurs" Jasper Johnston and Ann. These Kappa Kappa Kappas got "XT"—"no they haven't," says Amos Blandin. Ann's mighty nice to you, Jasper, for dancin' all evening with that blond cowgirl Elite Stedman at Shootin' Stoddards Gulch. Freddie Cassebeer, bleary-eyed from carousing till 3 a.m. for a week at the Flower Show, tells us he's been photographing flower designs—McGraw Hill will publish his book done jointly with Mr. Rockwood (?) of the New York Times.
.Henry Hesse perks up at the 3 a.m. stuff bewildered at Fred's antics, wondering if its blonds or boutonnieres Fred's been foolin' with.
There's towering Dwight Sargent and Mrs. Dwight—"we'd like to have, cheap, some of your acreage up in Vermont, Dwight"—"You can have it all" lets out Mrs. Dwight, "for nigh on to 30 years I've seen those damned Vermont hills give me the shore"—and Stanley Jones groans, "Give me back my shore too."
Crash—plump—silence! was that your dish or mine, Eric Ball? Nasty Looie Pounds is about—we apologize to Mildred —Connie with seconds at our elbow. Some day we'll take you up on that fishin at Greenport, Eric—but couldn't we have some clams and fish already caught? Damned nice to see you, Eric Everyone missed The Killer and Mary Stoddard -Duke and Mary-and other 'iBers who missed a swell party. Butcher Pounds becomes serious with Lena's nudging—a Borough President's son at that. Sure enough —there's Silvio Blimpo Morey and farmerette Minetta—with a luscious plate full of turkey, cranberry sauce, salad, and whatnot. We go farm huntin'—and Tobey promises to get a place near enough to New York where the 86 '18ers are welcome to week-end—is that so, Minette? And boys wanting the secret of a bursting compost heap that sprouts lilacs from Campbell soup cans get a hold of Sinclair Oil Ad. Manager Tobey Morey .... Compostifer Extradinaire. And what a luscious tableful of food! The mob tears in—scarcely do we finish ere Red Jones jolts us, "You've eaten and drunk too much—go on home." Looie Pounds helps (?) us out the doorclawing our faces in wild-dog fashion- Stanley stiff-arms Looie onto his broadbeam pratt flattening out one acre of lovely flowers (file claims on his father, Bob, in Brooklyn) and we're off to the station with our Fuhrer Herman Kotch and Tilly. Gad, what a party! And such food! And we hear we missed Freddie Cassebeer's showing of interesting and artistic pictures. Stan Jones goes home, nestles into bed with a couple of ice bags —in 24 hours is on the operating table-recovers at the Murray Hill Hospital. The Belgian Tulip Squire of Time and Life, F. Dusossoit Duke, pays him a visit with Bob Fish—finally discover Jones in bed—the pretty Nova Scotia nurse absorbing their exclusive interest at first.
STUMPIE BARR SETS UP A NEW HIGH 180 o£ the worthy 1918 members have kicked through with their $3.50 dues Will a dozen of youse fellars who slipped Stumpie's last bill in your old vest pocket dig deep and send him $3.50 There's 75 of ya enjoying this finely edited material that are holding out on us for $3.50 Won't you please send it to Stumpie today at Hanover, N. H.! In conjunction with Chamberlain's appeasement campaign and the release of Mooney from San Quentin prison, almost posthumously (thanks, Bob)—the usual time for the bestowal of Victoria crosses, Professor Fish conducts his own appeasement campaign with the Athletic Council in Hanover, with the result managerial D's were bestowed by the Council to Athletic Managers Harry Collins, cross country; Hort Kennedy, football; Em Salisbury, basketball; George Stoddard, tennis; Professor Fish, track; and Harvey Hood, baseball. There are a few of us, Bob, on the Hanover mailing list having n.g. after our names (non-grads); and we suggest you carry your appeasement campaign farther and get diplomas for all of us. An honor was bestowed upon James Cunningham Bingham (Jake to us) for he was made vestryman at the Grace Episcopal church in Medford Lou Cousens and wife and children came to celebrate the occasion Jake and Ken Jones and Stubby Stanley attended some hockey games in Boston together Hort Chandler took his 10-year-old up to Carnival and suggests other '18ers do the same Had a good look at Al Gottschaldt while up there (behind a beer mug?). A note from Harvey Hood, who did such a grand job as president of the Dartmouth Alumni Association in Boston, says, "I ran into Em Morse at Sun Valley. He is becoming quite a skier and although still a bachelor, from what I saw of him I would not think that he is what you would call a confirmed one." Everyone extends their deepest heartfelt sympathy to Bob Fish on the recent loss of his mother.
GOVERNOR AIKEN OF VT. AND DWIGHT SARGENT ARE JUST LIKE THAT—Dwight Sargent stands shoulder to shoulder in aligning himself on the issue of state's rights, along with Governor Aiken of Vermont Dwight has a farm up there of 250 acres in Union Village, about 5 miles up from Pompanoosuc—the hurricane demolished part of it, but Dwight said he stuck it together again. "Glad to sell '18ers a few acres at the exorbitant price of $3.00 per acre Dwight reports that the natives attended a meeting in Bellows Falls with some chiefs of the War Department all shouting madly for the new dam-anything to make work and make bustle—but Governor Aiken and Dwight stand solidly against any fiddling in Washington. (Aha, there's some rugged individualism left.)
RUGGED JAY AND EV ON FUNDAMENTALS- We hear reports of Ev Young, that the monopoly builder of billionaires' homes in Westchester County yanked his high-rating, beautiful daughter out of college—"Not worth the grind, said Pappa, "your role is to marry There's another rugged individual
John O'Gara and Mouse are moving the gorgeous cedars on their 2½ acre estate at Sands Point, relandscaping their beautiful, new, white-painted brick, Georgian Colonial house Betcha Mouse will have some beautiful gardens like she saw in Vienna and Florence Mary Stoddard (die Killer's wife) sings at the Women's Club in Scarsdale Says Mary, "He may be a killer to others, but he's pretty meek around home."....We hear that Jaysus LeFevre, is cooperating with Washington, planning homes to sell for 50 cents to $1.00 a day—and up. Jaysus was one of thousands attending the lumber convention at the Pennsylvania Hotel recently— theme—"Packaged Houses." Jaysus, terrified at the Princeton influence at Lawrenceville, where young Jay is attending, was threatening to haul young Jay up to Carnival to saturate him with the Big Green Jay and Mildred are at that jitterbug stage, now advising their attractive daughter Elaine to give that quiet Yale boy more attention and lay off that Irishman from Harvard
Pappa LeFevre, hay-feed-lumber-grain and whatnot merchant of the town (in spare time serves as director of a couple of banks, head of the Community Fund drive, in fact there is little he isn't head of) keeps persisting with Elaine to go on out in the kitchen and learn how to bake a pie, as a sound preparation for matrimonial life We sympathize with Bill Dutelle who lost his mother in the last few months.
....Al Street reported not yet having caught up on his sleep from having been kept awake every night at the 20th Reunion as the '18 swallows sang "See Those Ships Go By"—"Never thought they'd ever get by," said Al.—Al, the official photographer at Yale, reported careful preparations at the football game last fall in posing to take the picture of Handsome Dan the 4th—the Yale bulldog, as the band marched on the field between halves —but at the first blast of the trumpet, Handsome Dan the 4th broke ranks—tore feverishly around the field, frothing at the mouth, causing Al the loss of a picture he'd been arranging for for a couple of hours
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