1912*

Unc Bellows has shaken the dust of Springfield, Massachusetts, from his feet, and is with Worthington Pump & Machinery Co. in Harrison, New Jersey. He turns up at the luncheon of the Dartmouth Club of Northern New Jersey, and appears much pleased with the change.

Lloyd Bugbee has a new address at 50 Hickory Lane, West Hartford, Connecticut.

Honey Brooks attended a dinner of the Selective Process group in New York on December 3, with Les Snow and Dick Plumer.

Gee Bullard has his residence address at 29 Fern Street, Auburndale, Massachusetts.

Hughie Eaton is now at 191 Hudson Street, New York City.

Arthur Forbush has a new residence address at 3120 N Street, N. W., Washington. D. C.

Sam and Marian Hobbs sent your Secretary a cheerful Christmas greeting with a word about keeping the fires burning of comradeship and loyalty. It was much appreciated.

Ben Hunt is a life insurance agent at 1 Federal Street, Boston, and living at 343 Lake Avenue, Newton Highlands, Massachusetts.

Doc O'Connor made an address on TheConquest of Infantile Paralysis at the First Annual Medical meeting of the National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis in New York City, November 7-8, 1940. On December 27, Doc attended presentation to Chief Justice Hughes, at his residence in Washington, of a citation from the National Conference of Christians and Jews, for his work toward the improvement of human relations. Doc was representing Professor Carlton J. H. Hayes of Columbia University, co-chairman of the National Conference.

John R. Park and Mrs. Park send the Class greetings with deep feelings of joy and pride in Dartmouth. Their card comes from 26 Silver Hill Road, Weston, Massachusetts.

Dick Plumer spent the holidays in Englewood on the west coast of Florida about 30 miles south of Sarasota. They own a place on Manasota Key, where Mrs. Plumer spends the winter on account of a bad sinus condition.

Alf Smith came to New York from Elkhart in December, and he and Dick Plumer called on Les Snow.

Your Secretary is the Legal Subsection of the Purchase Section of the Supply Division of the Signal Corps of the U. S. Army, if you know what that means. Briefly, he is the legal luminary of the Signal Corps, which is a procurement branch of the Army, and handles such legal questions as arise in connection with the flood of procurement contracts. Incidentally, he is in charge of all matters relating to labor difficulties in which the Supply Division of the Signal Corps is concerned.

Dutch Waterbury writes that his son Holden, has won his cross-country "D," just to spite his Dad. Incidentally, Dutch's Christmas card from Puerto Rico is covered with palm trees.

A welcome letter from Syd Clark:

Dear Connie: I'm home, as you see, and want to send a direct line to you, as I have an impression that my screeds from South America were a bit on the frivolous side.

I'd like to make an "observation"— pundit style, just as if I were a pundit. I think there's a lot of cynical talk going round, both in print and orally, to the effect that South America dislikes Uncle Sam plenty; that the Good Neighbor Policy is a bust; that the Big Stick is the only thing understood by small Latins. Well, I don't think that's true at all in the undercurrent of actual and real feeling. It's quite true that a stern line does bring results sometimes, where friendliness is misunderstood for weakness, but the stern or harsh line only makes enmity in the long run. Colombia took thirty years to get over the worst of its edge of irritation and national anger over our Canal "deal" and is only now beginning to feel a bit of actual friendship. That I think is due, in large part, to the shadow of the great fear which the dictators cast on the whole Latin continent. Ecuador and Bolivia are simply swamped with German refugees and nobody knows which are real refugees and which are synthetic ones, sent in as Fifth Columnists. The irk there is great and sustained. Peru is less flooded with Nazis than many other countries but even there the system and the underground dirty work cause great fear and irritation. Chile, being the richest West Coast country is perhaps more swamped with Nazis than any other. In the whole south section one's name is just plain mud unless one plays ball with the Germans. They own everything important in all the towns and cities of the south. I came back from Puerto Montt to Santiago on our election day and the express was absolutely packed with Germans, yet it was nothing out of the ordinary. I heard scarcely anything but German all day long. They were all pulling hard for Willkie's election, due entirely to the fact that their own propaganda has bamboozled them about the real character of Willkie, and for the first time in the last decade I found myself actually wanting the same thing the Nazis wanted, namely the election of Willkie, kie. But oh how different were the reasons! The sight of those disgusted, frustrated Germans when they grabbed the morning papers in Santiago and saw Roosevelt's victory splashed all over the front page was worth going far to see. It more or less reconciled me to my own disappointment. Chile, to sum that up in a word, has more cause than any other West Coast country to fear the Nazis and is doing more to try to control them; but so far without notable success. I have been told, and I believe it, that Germans outnumber Yankees (that is permanent residents) 100 to 1 below the equator. That's something to think about!

Well, I'm hard at work writing my own opus parvum, without any political angle at all, and must get back to it. It's supposed to be published in May if I can possibly make the grade.

My best wishes to you and to any twelvers you see. I do hope I may have the luck to run across you sometime, as I so much enjoyed lunching with Ray Cabot before I sailed away. I hadn't seen him for a dozen years but we seemed to know each other.

Cordially yours in ' 12, Syd. P.S. That Look Magazine piece which I mentioned in one of my letters is in the current issue, dated Jan. 14. S.A.C.

Chet Haycock is a lieutenant colonel and Assistant Commandant at the Army Finance School in Baltimore, Md. He lives at 303 Thornhill Road.

Click Morrill is often asked to tell oil distributors in other cities how he does it in Boston. On Jan. 8 he went to Albany, N. Y. for that purpose.

Secretary, Rochester, N. H.