1930*

Secretary, Parkhurst Hall, Hanover, N. H.

We figured that a guy who could sweep the Quadrangular Hockey League two years in succession should be able to dish out a puckish column, so we give you as this month's correspondent Edward ("Have- You-Met-All-These-Fellows?") Jeremiah:

Your distinguished friend, class secretary, assistant to the president, and last but by no means least, the former renowned Skip-the-Shoveler, either has spring fever or has run out of that odoriferous stuff he shoveled at us for these many years. He has dared me to write his column for this issue. So here I go, no holds barred, no offense to anyone, and you're crazy to even think of suing me for libel.

BURNED TOAST DEPARTMENT

"JACK" COOPER—Little Dan Cupid, prominent "nudlist" about every man's town, drew a bead on our good friend John Cooper and won three cigars for hitting the bull's eye on June 12, 1937, when our dear classmate took unto himself a very lovely wife, the former Miss Esther M. Swanson, at Denver, Colo. When last heard from Jack was connected with the Shenandoah Dives Mining Company in Silverton. Colo., which may be a night club or a mining business. However there isn't much difference— gold-digging being characteristic of both.

COLLIER YOUNG—Our friend Collier has certainly stepped along in the literary field since leaving Hanover in 1930. His present title is "Literary Agent" or "Head of the Story Department" of the Myron Selznick Company, Inc., Beverly Hills, Calif. I got quite a kick when I read an account of Collier wherein he swore he would never, never marry a movie actress, and that he was looking for a woman with a mind. Well he found the women with more than a mind because the picture I saw of his wife was a knockout and would put any movie actress to shame. She was the former Miss Ruth V. Edmonds of New York and Toronto, and it all happened in New York City March 8, 1937. Nice going, Collie.

STORK MARKET REPORTS

"DON" "HlGHT—Winchester (Mass.) boy makes good. Wife gives birth to daughter Susan July 8, 1937. Now wait a minute that doesn't sound just right, does it? What I was trying to say is that the long-legged bird left a prize package, Susan, at Dr. and Mrs. Donald Hight's residence and Suzy Q made her first broadcast July 8, 1937. Dr. Donald Hight, a Winchester, (Mass.) boy, has advanced rapidly in his field and is at present resident surgeon at the Massachusetts State Cancer Hospital, Wrentham, Mass. Nice going, Don, and by the way I don't think I ever did thank you for the loan of your Freshman English books when we were pea-green freshmen in Wheeler Hall.

BILL" JESSUP—Now that Peter Rogers Jessup declared himself on January 31, 1939 afraid, Bill, that you and Lois will have to take a back seat. If I know my little bundles of dynamite and static, they have complete say around the house. I hope everyone is well, but it must have been a terrific strain on you, but cheer up, Bill, when the New York Telephone gets you into the "upper brackets" (wherever that is) just think little Peter will give you an additional exemption in your income tax report, but don't let that put further ideas in your head.

HUGHIE JOHNSON—Our Hughie of "watch it—watch it" fame during his athletic days when he pranced and cavorted like a colt on the basketball floor, is the proud daddy of R. Lynn, born April 27, 1936, and Anne Stuart, born September 22, 1937. R. Lynn is almost as tall as daddy, and when daddy makes lots and lots of money with the George D. Bonbright Company, 97 Collier St., Bingliamton, N, Y., he is going to send Lynn to Dartmouth and Anne to Smith.

"DAM" LOESER—WeII, Danny, I finally caught up with you. I thought you and I were supposed to have a little get-together after a certain hockey game when I played with Cleveland. Oh well, we'll make it up some other time. Cleveland's quite a town. At that time the hockey team was known as the Cleveland Falcons, but when we lost a game our dear, dear public used to call us the Cleveland Crows.

According to the records, Danny, your wife is a former Western Reserve gal and little Ronnie Loeser made it a threesome April 4, 1938. Belated congratulations.

"Buz" MORLEY—Now that little Buz, Burrows Morley Jr., is A 2½ years old I am quite sure that he is a big help to six-year-old Peter Morley's mischievous plans. With a couple of "buzz-saws" going full speed in the house, I am quite sure you and Julia have some very quiet times at home. Buz, I'll send you that hockey dope as soon as possible.

FREDDY SCRIBNER JR.-All I hear is good things about this lad. If he keeps on going up the ladder, he'll set such an awful pace for his two sons Freddy the third, age 2½ and Curtis Merrill, age 1¼, that it'll be kind of tough filling the old man's shoes. Good luck, Freddy, and more power to you.

"CHUCK" SIMMONS—HeIIo, Chuck, and congratulations on the debut of Joan Lynne on April 14, 1938. I hope that the family of Chuck-Jane-Joan are in the best of health.

"JACK" DEAN—The window was open this morning and that same long-legged bird that appears to be asleep and resting on one leg most of the time, but who in reality is a very busy "bundle-boy," was flying back to wherever he came from and en route he tossed in a warm, fresh announcement which reads Deanna Faye Dean, born March 21, 1939, decided that Jack and Charlotte Dean needed company.

WHAT WYNNCHELL DOESN'T KNOW

HUGH ALCORN JR.—Our undercover man Freddy Bowes reports that you left your State House seat, not for just an hournot for just a day—but for three weeks. In all probability you had a good excuse, but as Republican house leader of Connecticut you are crazy to give the Democrats a chance to grab your seat. If you can't be in two places at once, may I suggest hiring a dummy a la Hitler.

The last I saw of Red was in New Haven in 1931, hurdling taxicabs to get across the street. Looking into my "glass-revealer" I see Thomas Glenn Alcorn, age 2½, years, hurdling in and out of his crib when his mother isn't looking.

TEX" COLE—Say, you big-strong-silent man, you're supposed to be a cowboy and not an Indian. How about opening up and letting us in on some of your secrets? We haven t got any dope on you since you left Hanover, and I know you can write. Drop us a line and at least write "Ugh," which we will accept as a response.

MORT' COLLINS—A little late but never-theless it's news to some that in 1936 Mort threw up his coattails and said "Yah" to the Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company in Springfield, Mass., which is close to home cooking. This move naturally left the Great A & P not so great. Mort's new outfit manufactures lawn mowers, which might mean anything from a straight razor to an electric shaver.

"RANDY" FAWCETT—'This little news item is to let Fawcett's friends know that after getting his LL.B. at the Cleveland Law School, Randy became associated with the law firm of Blake and Blake, 720 Grant Building, Canton, Ohio. The thing that impressed me was that Randy came from Canton, Ohio, and on September 2, 1930, he married Dorothy E. Eckis of Hillsboro, N. H. Although it is none of my business, meow, the facts strongly imply a little courting between exams in them thar hills of Cow-Hampshire. I can't remember whether it was Lochinvar or Fawcett who was supposed to have come out of the West, but anyway Fawcett won.

In closing let me say the Hanover streets are running and so is my nose, which is something in itself. Yesterday a mean microbe stabbed me, which I suppose is Nature's way of telling us dumb animals that "sprig" is just around the corner.

LATE FLASHES

Chrissinger reports John Edward, born March 31, just short of April 1, so that his father's promise of a cigar at reunion is binding. That makes Chriss No. 10 and he will bring No. 11. he says: "I have Charlie Adams' promise to attend the Tenth with me next year." Charlie sends new address at 2454 4th, West Seattle, where he claims he's really se'ttling (pretty subtle) down. And on March 19 Eric Bruce Birmingham joined the John F. (alias Eric) Birminghams in Glens Falls. His chemical daddy, who jiggles a nasty test tube for Imperial Paper and Color Corporation, will have to turn a deft hand to diapers unless he develops some new, and neater, device. Wallpaper is one of the few things that haven t been tried to date, and washable colorfast designs would be really nice.

Florists and skiers please note:—Harr Condon is hobbling around on a broken ankle, Bob Walker has done another job on the leg that kept him bedridden in Beautiful New Hampshire for some months, and Ed Warren is laid up in St. Luke's Hospital, Pittsfield, with a fractured pelvis. Dr. Bill Blais and Bill Dearstyne have both dropped in on Ed and report high morale in spite of the long confinement.

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