1934*
This is another column from the head hermit of '34, the fellow who's been hiding out in Los Angeles for too long and hasn't seen anybody since the last reporting. But my family, those nice people who live in New Rochelle, have sent me what it takessome peachy letters and vital statistics and things that add up to four typewritten pages, double-spaced. This offering is being banged out in Beverly Hills, where your scribe has leased bed and board on an amazing palm-lined street that makes you think of a lot of things that have nothing to do with writing a class letter.
By our absence from the class capital city this year we left Treasurer Gruen covering all bases and home plate on the asceived his letter as a layman and were so enthralled by its magic words that we wrote a check immediately and mailed it all theway to 30 Fifth Avenue. Dick's letter was so curt, clear and complete that all we can say is for the sake of the old club, guys, send in that check.
By the time the November ALUMNI MAGAZINE reaches its readers, this particular contributor will have left California's sunny southland, will be somewhere in the general neighborhood of Salt Lake City. There will be a few weeks in Colorado and Texas, and then we will beat hell out of that Chevrolet engine to get home for Christmas. We still hope to see Ga'y and Mosher and Ace Brown and Rinaldo and Stew Brown and Banks and Bradley, but shades of the missionary fathers, this Los Angeles is a big place and you don't bump into Hedy Lamarr (brief recess to dwell on the thought) at every street crossing, to say nothing of the boys who've been pulling their hats down over their eyes since the Franklin & Marshall game.
But the carrier pigeons have it. .. .that Edith May Thomas and Long Bob Smith found the way to the altar September 14 in Monroe, N. Y that Marjorie Alice Read is that way about Swede Lindstrom and they made it binding September 21 in Evanston. .. .that Kathleen Joan Copp became the bride of Harry Wallace on the 14 September in New Rochelle, with the headlines billing him as Brooklynite and with brother George Copp ushering. Aside to the Wallaces: Father White is an old pal of mine. Just ask him. Harry's bride is a Wheaton graduate and also attended Traphagen School in N. Y that Kate Brice, of Bristol, Pa., who became Mrs. Fitch Briggs last June 20 in New York, was graduated from Ogontz School in Pa. and attended Wells... .and that at high noon on Labor Day Helen Mason became the lawful wedded wife of our own Richard Goldsmith Wells, in Southold, L. I. Mrs. Wells is of Syracuse U. 1939 and is headlined playwright, having directed many dramatic offerings of the Players Guild of Montclair, meetings of which are presided over by burley groom R. G. W.
The day the War was a year old Walter Bertram Sheffeld was born in Summit, N. J. to Rosalie and 8i11.... and on the soth of the same month Kay and Bob Douglass found a new young lady named Mary Bishop D. in their household. And hey, did we say anything last month about the new Scherman? Bet not. His name is Thomas Edward, his father and mother are Bill and Beth, and he has an older sister and brother both. He arrived some time in July and is supposed to be a killer-diller.
As if that weren't enough, Okie O'Keeffe has of late been engaged to Harriet Louise Stone, of Attleboro, who went to St. Mary's, Northampton, Wheaton and Simmons. .. . and Clara Louise Wakefield has taken the next-to-last formal step with Jim Reardon, billed on the marquees as formerschool committeeman.
We generally can't get through paragraphs like this one without stuttering, hiccupping or throwing up, but we'll try—according to the best sources Dr. D. K. Spitler has written a paper for the AMERICAN MEDICAL JOURNAL called Vascular Disorders ofPeripheral Nerves. Somewhat less intestinal in tone is Stan Abercrombie's article, Teach Me To Drive, which has been reprinted from the September issue of
SAFETY EDUCATION.
Stu Barber has a job change, having left Uncle Sam July i, to become a statistician for the 20th Century Fund's housing survey. As of Sept. time of writing he was relaxing and awaiting developments under the defense housing program. ... "still single, still scrawny, and still trying to taper off on beer consumption from June of 1939, but with little success to date."
On Congoleum-Nairn stationery but far from the Jersey home office comes word from Yallallee to prove that there's life in the old boy yet. Now he's traveling, the itinerary being Kansas City, Omaha, Tulsa, Little Rock, and down to San Antonio and Houston, all of which is expected to keep him going till Thanksgiving. "Last week," it says here, "coming through Chicago, I bumped into Bob Williamson (what a tiny world), who is still with Conn. Mutual there. According to sales score boards he is right up there, and is very happy with the job And last night, after a week of Schlitzing in Milwaukee, looked up Vickland in Minneapolis. Talk about straight bull—hadn't seen the guy since graduation. Looks fine. Got married in June. Now with McKesson & Robbins, again. (Seems he left them for a spell.)" Concludes Yallallee: Sorry I'll not be seein' you in the stands." Me too, Bud. Only thing I've seen is UCLA against SMU, and the games out here don't touch the eastern games for excitement.
We find a soulmate in the columning avocation—John (Andy) Anderson, of Cleveland. Andy writes an absorbing real estate column for the News, has achieved considerable local fame for his observations. His tales of Waldo Wantmore, the prospect who never gets enough, make good reading. Andy's letter is worth quoting in full, because it may give somebody an idea.
"This column," he says, "is sort of a hobby with me; I still do my breadwinning by selling real estate for the A. B. Smythe Cos. It's a fascinating game—no other, in my opinion, could furnish a greater amount of grist for the columnist's mill. Even a doctor told me the other day that he wished he had an equal opportunity to find out all about the intimate details of his clients' lives! I think this is because every member of the family is concerned in buying a home, and before the long process is completed you have a fairly well-defined picture of family needs and preferences, as well as their financial situations.
"There are altogether too few young college men in the real estate business. It is all cluttered up with old-timers sitting at their desks dreaming about the golden bubble that burst in '29, and still hoping against hope that orders will begin coming in over the telephone once more. Today the real estate business is a hustling, aggressive game, a challenge to any young man who wants to work hard and see good results. And unlike many other businesses and professions, it is not crowded at the top and needs young men. Our company could use some right now—pass the word along.
"Incidentally, we have another addition to our family, a son this time, named John Bell Anderson, born August 29. So we have a girl (17 months old) for Smith and a boy for Dartmouth. Who could ask for more?"
We could. How about a penny for Halloween?
Secretary, 126 Beaufort Place, New Rochelle, N. Y. Treasurer, 30 Fifth Ave., New York, N. Y.
