1930*

Well, we will just spend this month storing up pathos for our tear-jerking swansong next month, and give over the column to the most obnoxious of our many objectionable correspondents. Only we must warn you in reading the following not to be mislead by the picture of Reunion conceived by a tapeworm who is none too responsible at best and seems all hopped up at the moment. He has confessed that he has a hangover from a previous existence as a college boy of the Scott Fitzgerald-John Held era, and he has a distorted picture of the '30 Reunion, which is going to be just as mellow as it is merry.

dear skip twas brillig and the aging braves did gyre and gimble in the wabe all mimsy were the borograves and the old grads outgrabe this is the time skip for a little lilt and laughter a little burbling and galumphing skip the census is over and reunion is near and this is no time for your usual tosh about ralph katzenbachs nuptials or horace hoopsnitchs hooligans about the time this comes out the nineteen thirty class report will emerge with enough class notes to end class notes forever parenthesis we hope parenthesis closed after all the census is over what if the jerry howards did have what you with your genius for the nauseating cliche would call a blessed event named judith ann on april fourth and what if dave marks did tell you that ed liiditch became a new class papa last march what if the bob chittims did have a gift from heaven named thomas goehring on march twenty sixth weighing seven pounds six ounces what if destry mcinnes does ride again and land in buffalo what if norm mcgrath has seen lee chilcote ed neff hugh johnson buzz morley john kountz and gil cheney and pads his percy kent bag co inc expense account by dining with his classmates and bragging that he has seen more of the boys than he saw on the way to an eight o clock class in nineteen thirty what if ray bernhardt found grand corn snow in north conway and what if hafEenreffer was stricken with a pain in the midrifE much more to the point that boof perkins gathered magenau guilfoy brazil newell sander demers ekstrom and himself at the eagle hotel in concord march twenty ninth in a looking toward reunion party and writes quote all will be in hanover for the reunion with the possible exception of johnny sander who may have to do his reunioning at vassar with his good wife jane unquote beware the vassarwock my son the jaws that bite the claws that catch beware the jubjub girl and shun the frumious vassarsnatch after all the census is over skip the drip drip drip of your vital statistics skip what if a thirty twoter did tell you that ed carroll is the proud father of unnamed daughter born march twentyseventh much more to the point since you boys will be needing a first class medicine man for the thirty wigwam next month is the fact that great white father fenton has pitched a little hoodoo in the Smithsonian institute entitled quote a further quest for iroquois medicines unquote skip the drip drip drip of your crocodile teardrops skip what if you will dish up your ninetieth and last consecutive column next month this is no time for maudlin meanderings through the ooze and slime of your chummy and interminable prose or whiffling endlessly through your tulgey morass of paragraphs after all the census is over and reunion is coming i tell you skip that even a parasite unaccustomed to exerting himself needlessly like me is all hopped up about the prospect of nineteen thirty s enormous prodigious elephantine gargantuan record smashing epoch making teeming lyrical illimitable uxorious and utterly incredible reunion why the very thought makes me feel positively aggressive and all the rest of my parasitic friends feel the same way why i just keep breaking into song in spite of myself one two one two halloo halloo the wowmy mug goes smicker smack they fill it high they swish it dry and smite the classmates back and let them cheer the thirtyteer come to my arms my beamish boy o frabjous day callooh callay they chortle in their joy twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the tepee all mimsy were the borogoves and the thirtymen said yippee yours andy

Secretary-Chairman, Administration Bldg., Hanover, N. H. Class Agent, G. 99 Hudson St., New York, N. Y.

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