1917*
Hearty congratulation to Hank Allison! Mr. and Mrs. George R. Babcock of Fleming, N. Y. have announced the engagement of their daughter, Ella Leola, to our Clarkson civil engineering professor. Miss Babcock, who teaches at Potsdam State Normal School, is a graduate of Cortland Normal School and Syracuse U. and taught in the Syracuse public schools before going to Potsdam. No date has been set for the wedding.
Once again, a Wah-Hoo-Wah for Duhamel, recently appointed Manager of Blue Ridge Products sales by Libbey-Owens-Ford Glass Co., necessitating his quitting the N. Y. gang immediately and moving Helena to Toledo in the spring. Dewey says it may be tough getting to Bob and Anita Scott's and down to Princeton next fall, "but somehow I think we'll make them. I'll probably have to do a hell of a lot of traveling." (Many a business riddie has football written incognito in the swindle sheet. Well, why not, we hope, etc. —Ed.) We asked Dewey what the new title has to do with mountain music or moonshine. He replies the Blue Ridge Glass Corp. was his old company, which makes figured and wired glass, you know, just like in your skylight. Right now he says they're loaded with biz on heat retarding and glare reducing glass, which we thought meant soft drink tumblers, but no, Dewey says it's going into all the new defenseprogram buildings. He kindly agreed to serve as your special spy on Spears. Your scribe tried to connect with Fat in N. Y. December 31st when he attended the annual luncheon of the football coaches. Fat got free too late that day for a visit, and wrote a good note later from Toledo, telling how coaches let time drag on at such a convention.
The January 12th Boston Herald ran a good picture of Hunk. Here's the blurb: "A round table discussion will feature the monthly meeting of the Office Management Association, at its dinner tomorrow.
. . . .H. D. Stillman, Office Manager for the Nashua Gummed and Coated Paper Co., and vice president of the association's New England Chapter, will lead the discussion."
MUDGE EXPANDS DISPLAY PLANT
A few weeks ago your scribe dropped in at the Bryan-Elliott Co. at the Graybar Building to grab Mudgett for lunch, and for the first time realized what a swell line of window and store displays our Gumbo makes for many well known products. Nifty figures, gay designs, dramatic lettering and numerous clever attention-getters gave me quite a whirl Mudge is calling the N. Y. Dawn Patrol out to a dinner shortly after this mag. goes to press. 1916 and 1918 will join us, with Arch Earle and Bones Joy the entertainers par excellence, as of yore. Writing about the party, Mudge adds: "Thought you might be interested in the fact that we have recently purchased the good will and plant equipment of Doulberry Studios, one of the oldest silk screen display manufacturers in N. Y., and a pioneer in the industry. We have merged our own equipment with theirs at 240 E. 39th St., and will continue to maintain our offices here at 420 Lexington Ave. Florence and daughter Doris, 15, are fine, and should be, after all the sunshine from golf and beach club they absorb during the year. The old man has a handicap at Rockville Country Club, and challenges any '17er to a match, come spring." Step up, Len Shea, and repeat last spring's hole-in-1, and all bets go hereafter to the Class of 1917 Fund—S. B. Emerson, 2 Wall St Earle showed up for lunch a few days ago with sore hands and lame back from decorating the new home he had just bought at 17 Station Road, Great Neck, Long Island; says he still gets a kick out of teaching English and doing administrative work at Katharine Gibbs School Wondered why no sound of Don Brooks' voice before New Years, found his home-going bus couldn't out-twist a careening drunken driver ahead, pronounced finis on the latter, but in the crash Don was thrown partly into the coin box, and partly under the instrument panel. With much pain from bruises in knee, leg and shoulder, but luckily no broken bones, Don had the pleasure of spending Christmas eve in the Montclair police station, along with son Billy who fortunately escaped unscathed. A week at home put Don on his stride again. Our treasurer is getting deeper and deeper into color still photography, Sanborn and Collerd please note.
Captain Gil Swett, Air Corps, U. S. A., left February 4th for two months' instruction at the Command and General Staff School at Fort Leavenworth, Kan Ray Allen writes he spent most of the fall in the far west, missed seeing Dartmouth play football for the first time since the first world war, but contented himself with Stamford games, nearly passing out in the heat. His son, Bob, hopes to be in next fall's D. freshman class. Slats and Peg were leaning toward a Florida vacation in March Doc Gilmore writes he is now recuperating rapidly from his fall operation, feels fine, and expects to make the first trip to the Graig House N. Y. office about March first.
As we go to press Sam Mac Killop reports the Boston brethren turned out twelve strong for the annual alumni banquet at the Copley-Plaza, Feb. 4th. '17ers present were Curly Carr, Al Dupuis, Will Fitch, Walt Ferguson, Roy Halloran, Spique Mac Intyre, Sam Mac Killop, Pete Olds, Rog Stone, Pete Stockwell, Jawn Wheelock, and Ralph Sanborn who brought as guests Bob O'Brien '41 of the '40 Varsity, and his father, "Doc" O'Brien, popular recent football referee. Bob described the strategy used in beating Cornell, and his father regaled the Class with anecdotes from games at which he had officiated over the years, bringing back memories of Engelhorn, Whitney, Curtis, Spears, Marsters, Tully, Sage and Oberlander, et al A little while back the Boston Securities Traders Ass'n held their annual meeting, spied a Scotsman from Jackson and Curtis in their midst, and hung the Treasurer's shingle on him. Minus the proverbial pipe, the Herald's cartoon of Sam was a good likeness of Spique, the other '17 Mac. Latter, with Ruby, made a quick jump to N. Y. in January and they both looked tops. More about him coming up in our next issue.
Ves Whiton has moved his N. Y. insurance office to 111 Fulton St Chuck Norby phoned Don Brooks he is with William Knabe & Co., 584 Fifth Ave., N. Y. . . . .Aaron Davis of Davis and Catterall, 40 Worth St., looked fine when your scribe dropped into his office one day in November. He had to miss our Friday night parties in the fall, but can make our Monday night winter dinners. He is in the cotton print goods business.
Will some members of the Metropolitan Dawn Patrol please write Don Norton and satisfy his curiosity? He wrote from Vergennes, Vt., "Busy as usual. Am farm manager, running about 1500 acres of land. If some of you fellows in New York ever drink anything as weak as milk perhaps it comes from my cows."... .Maurice Watkins wrote he's still in Barre, Vt., in the granite business, and doesn't miss many opportunities to ski Some time back Bill Wooster wrote a card from Kenmore, N. Y., saying, "sorry have been unable to attend any meetings before games. Hope I can join the gang soon. Am now connected with the American District Steam Co., North Tonawanda, as accountant. My son David, fifteen, is planning on Dartmouth in three years."
Once again, let's stand for a moment of silence, eloquent of our regret in the loss of our friend of freshman year. Tom Landregan's obituary will be found in the Necrology.
Secretary, 18 Madison Ave., Cranford, N. J
