1929*
Travelling around is good for this column; it makes news and gathers more. There's Herb Wallison, unheard of since the Tenth, calling from the Boston Statler just before flying time. He makes factory calls, selling for Commercial Shearing & Stamping Cos., Youngstown, Ohio. Back home he plays with Dick Owsley and George McKelvey, and around the circuit sees Bill Henretta and Freddie Ingram, who manufacture toys and enamelware, respectively. Then one recent evening at dinner time, into one of this town's more expensive grille rooms walks dark-suiteddouble-breasted-handsome blonde—guess who—Jack Blair, telling a story to two companions who later are revealed as the inventor-client and the expert witness. Our patent counsel is in town on an interference hearing. We dine together and it's all very interesting. Then the next morning Blair's on the phone: he wants a Russian interpreter, a good one, a purist. Well, I'm an internationalist from Egypt, but there are no Russians in my stable of Arabs. So Blair consults the university across the Charles. They have everything over there! Jim Hodson, His Honor, the Judge, is another recent New England visitor, back home in Waterbury for a few days, with a trip to Hanover thrown in, before taking up his new job in Seattle as counsel for the Washington Railroad Association which consists of the Northern Pacific, Great Northern, Milwaukee and the Union Pacific, being the four transcontinentals which operate in Washington.
Moving into New York, even for a two day stay, is quite an event for a Boston bo; There are a lot of boys to be seen thereif you can ferret them out. At the Bankers Trust Art Rydstrom was hurrying last ntf1' ute preparations for a several weeks trip to Texas and down in his Church Street office Larry Lougee was cleaning up his des in anticipation of a trip into the big Woods with Ross McKenney of the Outing Club— official picture taking expedition, to demonstrate how to go camping in approved woodsman's style. Van Jamieson, over at his laundry in West New York, talked some about a good Alumni Fund record but mostly about the joys and contentment of matrimony for which the former Ethel Haigh Lee whom he married August 15th in East Orange, N. J. was responsible. And up in the Wall Street offices of Shearman & Sterling, Jack Gunther talked about the new job he was about to take as assistant general counsel in the legal department of Hercules Powder Company at Wilmington, Delaware. Then, dropping in on Bill Keyes at Barrett Associates we really got down to the serious business of the collection of the subscriptions for the MAGAZINE. The sense of the meeting was that the Class could confidently expect each man to pay the subscription bill promptly and willingly in support of the one continuing Class project.
And while we're talking about New York we'll spread upon the records the most recent saga authored by that nonpariel, that man Heath. It's really all about Brittan: "Greenwich Villagers will read with mixed feelings of the nuptials of T. Truxtun Brittan recently, in Englewood, N. J. The lady—now the wife—was Miss Ruth Earle, a graduate of the Connecticut College for Women, class of 1938. Mr. Brittan's not untimely demise as a bachelor will leave the Village with one less splash of color in the fast fading twilight of respectability now creeping over its indiscretions. Many will miss the jaunty figure of this erstwhile moth of Minetta Lane shuffling along Eighth Street on his way to a rendezvous or something equally disreputable. Well do we remember the rather glassy and decidedly fixed stare with which he faced the world as he trod down Sixth Avenue in the evening on his way to get the pail filled at Jake's Saloon. Many would turn to watch, fascinated by the thought that perhaps here was something out of the Vizard of Oz come to life. A group of his old classmates (surprised? yes he is a college man) gathered together in a farewell Party, a few days before the wedding, at the phi Gam Club (advt.) where the old rips feebly raised glasses and quavering voices in salute to their comrade. Among those who survived this titanic test were the Messrs. Keyes, Chinlund, Lundgren, Jameson, Cavanagh, Heath, Hughes, Griffin and the Groom himself. Several bottles of oca Cola were consumed. It is reported that the Lucky Man himself remembers nothing about the party and when asked, claims that it never occurred and that he was Sent to his wedding unshriven. But your agent was there and remembers seeing him, several times. The wedding itself was a splendid one, and I must say that the friends of the groom, though not there in great numbers, stood out like sore thumbs. For instance, Willie Keyes was best man, Mo Heath an usher and the alsos in attendance were Sherm Little (who drove all the way up from Philadelphia for the show, with Marth (Mrs. L.), Jack Blair, Jack Gunther and most of the members of the select little circle of Broadway butterflies listed above. Ruth and Tom (he's gone respectable now and they call him Tom) are setting up housekeeping in Tenafly, N. J. for the present, but what with commuting taking an hour or better it's an even bet they'll be down in the Village soon. Mrs. T. wants to practice cooking and has issued an open invitation to all of T's friends to come for dinner. Ave atque vale!"
Perhaps you like to go driving and visiting on a Sunday afternoon. If you do you can do no better than to find your way to Southport, Conn., the home of the Carters and the Swopes. It's real country life: children, dogs, rabbits, goats, bicycles, boats, picnic fireplaces, and deep wells. The Carter children are four: three girls and a boy. The three Swopes are boys. Bing operates four Howard Johnson restaurants from Fairfield to Bridgeport; Jerry, as previously reported, is general counsel for General Electric's Bridgeport plant. All are well. Country life agrees.
An announcement of Ed Merkel's marriage to Ellen Scranton Taylor has just been received. After a wedding trip to North Carolina Ed and his bride will live in Cincinnati where Ed is with the law firm of Dinsmore, Shohl, Sawyer and Dinsmore.
Flash: Stan Friedberg is responsible for the following scoop withheld from general publication and reserved for this column:
"News Bulletin—Arrival of Third Party Adds to Election Hysteria—For many months Chicagoans have known that a third party would appear before November. No one dared to predict the date of announcement or the particular form and platform that the party would adopt. The following information can now be made public: Name of Third Party—Ann—Campaign Managers—Martha and Stanton Friedberg—lnaugural Wail—September 3, 1940—Keynote Delivery—Dr. Edward Allen—Convention Site—Presbyterian Hospital—Party Wellington Ave.—Platform—Shorter hours for labor, Pass the Pablum, Pappy, Thirty Diapers every Thursday."
Herb Bissell has been transferred from N. W. Ayer's Philadelphia office to Detroit. . . . .Dick Rogers is a salesman with C. I. T. Corporation, Brockton, living in East Weymouth Fred Armstrong is practicing law in Portland, Maine Fred Cook is a Ist Lieutenant, Company A, Ist Reconnaissance Batallion, Fort Knox, Ky Ed Collett is in the life insurance business in Providence Les Townsend is practicing medicine in Roselle Park, N. J
Cliff Purse has the Chemical Bank & Trust Cos. in New York and is now with the Commerce Union Bank, Nashville, Tenn
Bill Dodge has moved, too. He is now with International Paper Sales Cos., Montreal Dr. Ellie Cavanagh has left Hanover for an appointment at Sloane Hospital, New York George Case is back in Cleveland as assistant to the president of Samson & Sessions Cos Forest Brown is educational adviser, stationed with 1135 Cos., C.C.C., Underbill Center, Vt
Steve Field is with Columbia Broadcasting Cos., New York Raymond Talbot is with Petroleum Heat & Power Cos., Stamford, Conn.
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