1914*
A good class secretary is one who can pry letters out of the boys, and we have found such a scribe. His name is Paul the Red Loudon, currently sunning himself at Hollywood Beach, Florida. The excuse is one of the perennial and practically perpetual bankers' conventions which follow the sun. Red is a Big Shot in the I. B. A.— whatever that is—and we wish we belonged for profound as is our ignorance of banking, we do love sunny climes.
Apparently Red took along his unanswered correspondence and sent us, with a cheery Christmas note, a bulging envelope full of letters from classmates—men from whom these almost dozen years we have pried nary a single syllable. But Red got 'em .... pages and pages. The answer: Red had touched a tender spot and how they vibrated! It would, of course, be violating the confidence of personal correspondence to reveal this surprising unanimity of opinion but curiously they were all dated just prior to November 5, which will give you a rough idea.
Your letter sure rang the bell, Red—Gil McDonough," George Young, Lee Spore, Ted Main, Hal Castle, and more. So ....
I inasmuch as you are going to have the subject matter available for the next four years, whenever we get low on class notes we plan to wire Red to send out Form B, and we'll be sitting pretty unless, Red, you will take over the job of scribe. (P.S.— we shared the group's disappointment.)
We had a letter from Dick Barlow this morning. Poor Dick has again had a trip to the hospital. Since last summer he has been hospitalized five times and undergone two operations. This time he confidently believes his troubles are over and he will get back to normal very soon. He would appreciate hearing from his friends. His address is 23 LaSalle Avenue, Trenton, New Jersey.
Charles "Chevy" Chase has recently been appointed to the administrative staff of the Lyman School for Boys in Westboro, Massachusetts. His new duties have to do with supplying the multifarious items used by three hundred boys. Charlie says it is most interesting work and he looks forward to a career in this important department of public welfare.
We called up our old ball hawk "Flo" Sullivan to get a small loan and for other purposes. "Sully" you know is with the Boston office of the Reconstruction Finance Corporation which the telephone operator, with a voice vaguely familiar to that so dulcetly used by a former employee of Mr. R. C. Hopkins, contracts to something which sounds like "Reffsee"—which would have been a better word than a preposition to end this out-of-hand sentence with. So lest we get involved again we shall tell you that Sully wasn't there. He is on leave of absence to "Doc" O'Connor's organization in the fight against infantile paralysis. Sully officially is Executive Secretary of the Massachusetts Division of the National Association in their grand work combatting this dread disease. Somehow we envy Sully and Carl Buck and the others who labor thus for humanity while we continue to peddle soup plates and pots and pans.
Parker Margeson's new address is 1625 Hinman Avenue, Evanston, Illinois.
Joe Beer and Chet Wescott are among the lucky ones who are wintering in Florida. The former is at 729 Euclid Avenue, Miami Beach, and Chet is at the-Ponce de Leon Apartments, Ponce de Leon Avenue, West Palm Beach.
Geoffrey Beals is now living at 417 Riverside Drive, New York City.
Carroll Edson has been called up for active service from the reserve with the command of Lieutenant Colonel. He is now taking a course at the Command and General Staff School, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.
Freemy Jones has made a new business connection and is now with the Linn Manufacturing Corporation of Morris, New York.
Gorham and Mrs. Sargent announce the marriage of their daughter, Dorothy, to Mr. DeVer Knowlton Warner of Bridgeport, Connecticut, June 22, 1940, in Riverton, New Jersey.
One of our ski scouts reports that in a recently published volume, The CompleteSki Guide by Frank Elkins, published by the Doubleday Doran Co., there is a most interesting chapter on "How To Equip for Skiing" by John M. Piane. We understand this chapter is equally interesting for its literary value as for the technique of the ski clothes described therein.
The Remsen influence has been striking in the most unsuspected places. Last month we told you about Win Snow, and a few days ago we had occasion to drop in at the banking premises of James Gregg. He was scarcely interested in our little financial problem, sensing with uncanny accuracy that it would not result in a sale. Finally he broke down and explained that the preoccupation was due to the time of day. He has been spending some time making several visits to his old home town of Wilton, New Hampshire, and he tells us that each day about sundown the State Street canyons lose their grayness and are replaced by purple sunsets. Jimmy finds himself mentally transported to the top of a hill in Wilton where everything is purple and gold, long shadows on steely snow, and so forth. So don't be surprised if you hear of Jimmy becoming a farmer, too.
As these notes are being mailed, we have a note from the Records Office to the effect that Clarence K. "Pidge" Butler passed away on January 4. Your secretary will attempt to secure further information for next month's issue.
Secretary, 16 Grove St., West Medford, Mass.
