1933*
Some of our mutel friends such as Frank Hague and Ace Phinney has been drawling odorous comparisons between yrs. truly and H. W. Smith on acct. of a certain article re eligible bachelors that recently appeared in the Waterbury Republican.
Whoever writ this article tells how they's "snappy bachelors" in the city "still clinging to single bliss" among which exhibits is a group to which said Smith belongs "known as the Bachelors which blossoms once a year in a Christmas holiday dance."
Well, our public has been sending missile after missile asking us why not answer them philatelists in our practicly illimitable style so here goes and will exclaim why Smith is the wide haired boy of the local Daleys and yrs. truly ain't.
Incidently, if climbing out of a cold bunk every day to slip your toes through the holes in your socks and limp out to get your own breakfast is "single bliss", I ain't "clinging" to it no more than E. Martin Hopkins clung to Earl Browder last December.
At lease our critics will half to admit that both Smith and me is bachelors. In other words they ain't either of us marred That is, they wasn't on January 1 and ] been watching the obituary notes pretty close since then and ain't read about no Smith nuptuals. And common law marriages passed out in this state about the same time Frankie Spain first puts on the blades and dons the puck, viz. 1694.
But bachelorhood to one side there is still the question of eligibility. Now there ain't and never was no question in re Smith's eligibility. He wears one of them little gold keys (just the opposite of mine) which it means that he got all Bs and an A in Comp. Lit. or Far Eastern Civiliza-tion and was right on the line with his four clams. And on the back it says that he is a member of the Alfalfa of New Hampshire.
On the other hands the only time yr. bashful sec'y shine was when he give a notworthy pronunciation in Prof. Cook's French course (The Rise of the Gorge) of the word "Bordagary".
But, besides being a member of this secret society when you figger he blossoms once a year in a Christmas dance you can see how this Smith's got the gals swooning in droves in front of the local chapter of the Federal Savings and Loan Society.
Personly I always got along O. K. with the boys that holds the purse strings. I even thought about going into the racket myself at one time and always knew I could give cards and spades in high finance if I only give it a little time and studied it up. And being jealous is one emotion that is the furthest from my thoughts.
But, just among ourselves, they's only one real consideration that makes the female gender cast does eyes at Smith and flavor yours truly with the sisterly glance they'd lavish on an old shoe. He has a bank and I ain't.
AND HAPPY NEW YEAR
The thanks of this department are hereby spread on the record and extended to the following who sent Christmas cards: Ted and Laura Allen; Bob Hagan; Vickyand Bill Tobes; Helen and Bob Guggenheim; Doug and Dot Kaplinger and Doug.Jr.; Ruth, Mel and Billy Katz; SusanEllen, Linda Carol, Dot and Hal Mackey;Louise and Ted Okie; Mary and PageWorthington.
Ted Allen added the following: We have been here (Claremont, N. H.) since February, 1937. I am working for the Sullivan Machinery Co., in the Superintendent's Office. We bought a farm in South Cornish about four miles from town in May 1938, where we are going in for small scale farming as a sideline. We have about 20 acres of land, mostly tillage.
I have also been doing quite a bit of orchestra work lately and have written six songs in collaboration with Ed Dearborn '32, but so far the publishers don't seem to be clamoring for them.
About a week after receiving the Fobes card we were sent another smaller and daintier card from the same address. It bore the following legend: HERE I AM.
This is my name—KATHY HARRINGTON This is the DATE on which I CAME—Dec. 24 This is exactly what I weigh—6 lbs., 3 oz.
Frank Hardy in answer to a column we wrote sometime back states that he no longer is a victim of saxophobia, but is concentrating on the securities business. He says:
"Being down here in these parts where Dartmouth men are somewhat scarcer I haven't had the pleasure of seeing many, especially '33ers. One day I bumped into Bill Smythe for about two minutes. But I did manage to get to the Dartmouth-Harvard game this year and the occasion a very swell one. Jim Woods had two or three of us up for the week end and a very fine time was had by all. Paid Wetstein was there and played the piano tremendously. I could listen to him constantly so far no spouse."
It may be the heady, wine-like air of Chelsea, Mass., but whether or no, we hereby give Harv Bloomberg notice that if he sends us any more letters beginning "Dear Secman," we shall shovel the whole matter into the hands of our Boston attorneys. Harv writes:
"Sam Gass is somewhat of a changed man. He claims his marriage has nothing to do with it but to impartial observers the change and the marriage took place at about the same time. Sam was married last June to Carol Diamond of New York. She graduated from Barnard and a few other schools. She refused to live in Derry, N. H., where Sam's shoe factory is located and so they compromised with 82 Luce St., Lowell.
"Sid Stoneman is a partner with Stoneman, Kurland and Singer besides having a dozen other side interests. Sid has a beautiful daughter of 1½ years. Wife Miriam takes good care of Sid. "What's become of Ben Bar bee}"
Bill Forster writes from Brockton to correct the report he sent to us concerning the Gil Fernandes offspring. Bill reported that it was a girl. It turns out to be a boy, however, and the name is Joel.
LEBENSRAUM WANTED
A communique from the Alumni Council calls attention to the habitually crowded condition of Hanover at Commencement time and suggests that some of the younger classes consider the possibility of planning Reunions for a different time of the year than Commencement week. Two weeks before Commencement and one week after Commencement have been suggested as desirable alternatives.
Comments from the class are invited. The De Mortuis Nihil Nisi Bonum Department has been bogged down in its winter slough for the past few months. Only three choice items have come to the attention of your reporter.
Mr. Justice Earle Gordon of the Hanover Municipal Court took Miss Charlotte Evans of Concord, N. H. as his bride in Concord on Nov. 14th. Miss Evans is a graduate of Colby Junior College and the Mary Hitchcock Memorial Hospital School of Nursing.
Dr. Howard J. Farmer of Montreal was best man. Harry V. Osborne Jr., Esq. of South Orange, N. J. was an usher.
From an announcement of Mrs. Ernest Livingston Miller we learn that her daughter Edith Miller Bradbury was married on December first to Mr. WilliamLester LeGrow in Evanston, Ill. The bridal pair are at home at 618 Judson Street, Evanston.
We have been overwhelmed with clippings from New York and Brooklyn papers heralding the commission of matrimony by Paul Edgar Burtis. His partner in the crime is Ruth Judson of White Plains. Mr. Joseph P. Searing Jr. was an usher.
The N. Y. Times account stated that all the attendants wore natural flowers in their hair instead of hats, and carried old fashioned bouquets. We can imagine Mr. Searing hanging dutifully onto an old fashioned, but what about this flowers in the hair stuff? Vine leaves, maybe?
Editor's Note
WE SAW A PIECE in the paper the Waterbury Republican what says that this hear Monagan that writes these pieces (see above) is just been elected pres. of the bd. of aldermen of Waterbury in a reform govt, following the late politacal catharsis. This piece says this makes Monagan no. 2 man in Waterbury and if any thing happens to the mare than Monagan moves up. It says Monagan is a big shot job and mentions simalar young big shots by names as Dist. Atty. Dewey and Sen. Bob LaFollette. It tells as how Lawyer Monagan sings in the choir and sometimes plays the organ. It says this hear Monagan has reputation as a witty entertainer and can play almost any thing on the piana fort and write clever pieces but is a right serious fella when it comes to bein pres. of the bd. of aldermen. It has a big pitcher of him and it says under the pitcher he is studying city papers in his downtown office and he llooks real serious in that pitcher.
Secretary-Chairman, 111 West Main St., Waterbury, Conn.
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