1917
Your Executive Committee held its annual meeting in New York, March 29th, with Brooks, Emerson, Maclntyre and Towler present. The treasurer was in a quandary over the number of men who regularly pay class dues but slipped up this good business year; by freezing expenditures we may be a hair in the black for the fiscal year ending June 30th. Sumner expressed pleasure over the number of men who sent in pledges and some cash to the Class of 1917 Fund, toward the objective of $5,000 at our 25th reunion. Spique was getting geared up for the current Alumni Fund campaign, lining up the local committees to receive your checks, and laying out some novel publicity. Your scribe reported that 278 of you gents have appeared at least once in these columns in 33 issues since last reunion, and news from the remaining 68 will be joyously received and printed in good company. All phases of Class activities were discussed, pointing up to a giant conclave of Hoppy's first graduating class, come next June.
CHICAGO SEVENTEENERS MEET
Chicago's March 7th alumni banquet was attended by Harold V. (Click) Clarke, Herb Jenks and Paul Trier, says Baldy who popped up for a visit in N. Y., after a meeting with Sunny Sanborn and Spique Maclntyre in Boston. Our old class Prexy looks very fit and seems to be enjoying life; says he is definitely going to take his family to the big tent at Hanover next June, and his boy, eighteen, may be a freshman next fall. His daughter is thirteen. Click wrote recently that he has the same wife and two girls at the same Western Springs home but his job in the Ruberoid Chicago office has changed. He now heads up their industrial departmentcongratulations, Hal! He speaks about seeing both Baldy and Paul Soule occasionally, and we would appreciate hearing more about the latter, also Red Davison, Tubby Tefft, and Herb Jenks. Dick Morenus called up from the N.B.C. office one day and said Tubby had written him a note about going to Dick's new camp "Winoga Lodge" at Sioux Lookout, On- tario, Canada, a fishing, hunting and va- cation spot for about twenty people. Dick and his wife start operations there May 1st, says it's his chance to at last get free from the jitters of radio broadcasting, do some writing, and run a nice little business amidst his favorite sports.
During the many years we have enjoyed the fine hospitality of Bob and Anita Scott at the intersectional Class party after the Yale game, no doubt you've noticed the extra sparkle in their eyes when cruises and Bonita are mentioned. There's always something about the ring of the voice that defies description, so we asked our genial host to send a picture from Florida. Here's Bob's letter of March 18th: "At long last, here's that snapshot! As I am usually the one using a camera, it's the first snap taken of the two in over fifteen years. I returned from vacation two weeks ago, but Anita is still living on the boat at Pass-a-Grille; says she is not coming back until the snow disappears. At present rate I don't expect to see her until June. We boarded the Bonita II at Day ton a and cruised down the Indian River and Intercoastal Waterway as far as Miami. We had our home golf pro along as one of our guests so we managed to get in quite a lot of games on the way. We went out sail fishing once at Palm Beach—four strikes but no fish. However I did get some grand movies of the stranded Manhattan. After losing our shirts at Hialeah, (or as much of them as Connecticut Yankees will part with) we headed back to Stuart and across the state to Fort Myers through the canal and Lake Okeechobee, then up the Gulf to Pass-aGrille where we usually spend most of our vacations." Anita Jr., 16, and Bob Jr., 13, are in school at New Haven, but got away for part of the trip with their parents.
Bob plays golf in the summer at New Haven and Woodbridge Country Clubs. Bonita is moored near their summer home at Westbrook, Conn., when not carrying her owners on northern cruises. Bob is Secretary of H. P. and E. Day, Inc. at Seymour, Conn., manufacturers of barrels for Waterman pens, gets into all phases of the business, but keeps his eye particularly on estimating and cost work. As the picture suggests, he measures only six feet five. When a hand appears over your hotel room transom and waves at you, you can be certain who is announcing himself.
The writer hands it to Mr. H. Macy Park, eminent sailor and photographer of 1918, for getting across the best practical joke ever perpetrated on yours truly. The writer and his wife arrived for dinner with Ellen, Deborah and Tom Cotton the day the April MAGAZINE was delivered. Early arriving guests joined in the avalanche of cat calls, guffaws and Bronx cheers, when your unsuspecting scribe was casually handed our Class notes, and had the first look at his "anticipatory smirk" and various other parts. Nice connivance, Sid Hayward! We joyfully concede you and Park the last laugh, which no doubt was even more hilarious than ours Yet we retain sweet memories of an evening in February, when a larger group of guests sat around our living room, passed the February 1918 notes eventually to said H. Macy Park and his Annie. The latter swooned on seeing his handsome naked presence in Ernie Early's column. Some dirty dog turned in ja picture, likewise without his knowledge or permission, and we still hear epithets and threats of a suit to collect damages Next act will no doubt be the Dartmouth College case in which the verdict will go against the College for illegal use of the mails and males, and Editor Hayward will be restrained from publishing his pornographic rag But the drinks are certainly on yours truly, come reunion. Moral—never wear sand colored bathing trunks—no alibi goes.
A lot more Class news will go out soon, in a letter.
President Hopkins is completing a quarter century of service to the College. Wouldn't it be perfectly swell if 1917 answered the Alumni Fund challenge with 100% performance for the first time? And let's give Spique Maclntyre and all his helpers a break: send in our checks the first minute we have the dough, and cut down the night work and heavy June load that falls on these volunteers.
BOB AND ANITA SCOTT '17 Vagabonding in Florida Waters.
Secretary, 18 Madison Ave., Cranford, N. J
Class Agent, 243 Marsh St., Belmont, Mass.
