1917*
Boston's high for spring parties was on April 15th, about a quarter of those living within the reuning area. Quite a galaxy, these: Slatz Baxter, Mott Brown, Curly Carr, Walt Carr, A 1 Dupuis, Will Fitch, Roy Halloran, Spique Maclntyre, RounderUpper Mac Killop, Connie Murphy, Pete Olds, Don Richmond, Sunny Sanborn, Ray Sault, Win Scudder, Bill Spearin, Howie Stockwell, Rog Stone, Errol Thompson and Johnny Wheelock. Sam says the University Club put on a fine meal and Stockie projected "The Fifth Down," Dartmouth's all-time exclusive cinema attraction.
Don Green, Worcester's roving fire insurance appraisor, was a welcome visitor at New York's dinner, April 10th, the first time many of us have had a real visit with him since campus doings. Jersey's Sewer Commissioner, Frank Lagay, cast aside political interests for an evening and joined the gang for the first time in several years, looking very fit for any turn in the Trenton sitchyation. George Currier, Bunny Holden, Sumner Emerson, Sam Saline, Len Shea, Art Stout and Gene Towler were the others brought out by Gumbo Mudgett's notice to convene at the Club. It's doubtful if any recent stories were missed by this gang, with raconteur Shea taking top ranking on the laugh-meter.
Fred Husk says he is busy reducing from an all-time top of 222, reached at Miami in January, where he delivered the largest catch of channel bass brought into Everglades City in three years."l got a 42 pound sailfish. What a thrill to see one of those fellows dancing on his tail for a hundred yards."
Best wishes to Em Fritz. The N. Y. Herald-Tribune of March 29th carried the story of his marriage on the 28th to Mrs. Marcella Verran Vernon of 825 Fifth Ave., at the Collegiate Church of St. Nicholas by the Rev. Wilson Bennett. The bride is a graduate of Spence School '23. They now reside at the above address. Em is assistant vice president in the investment banking firm of Schoellkopf, Hutton and Pomeroy and a member of the University Club.
Creeper Hartshorn attended the Washington Alumni dinner in April and reuned with Ralph Britton, Dick Marschat and Monk Wells, but says he has missed seeing his old pal Ed Wiesman around town for a long time. George lives at Kensington, Md., and is still with the Supervising Architect's Office, now called the Public Buildings Administration, located in the Federal Warehouse at 7th and D Sts., S. W. Young Bill, 17, goes to Hanover this fall, Elden, 15, and Bobbie, 12, hope to follow later.
Win Scudder says his boy Dick and Phil Blood's son Bill are seniors at Tabor Academy, latter being star of the 1940 backfield, with a build and action that reminded Win of an old paluka named Thielscher. Pop Ford's son Hobey and Slatz Baxter's son Bob are sophs at the same school, and Bob also played on the Tabor varsity, which somehow might seem perfectly natural to you gents. Pop Ford sent this along a couple of months ago: "Being a commuter of the conventional type, when the day's work is done I beat it for the railroad station and get out to South Norwalk as quickly as possible. I probably know less about New York City than any hillbilly in the sticks These days every sailor is asking every other one, 'Are you going to put your boat in commission?'—and as my boat is in the water all the time, I might just as well live on it, as it is cheaper than living in a house and lots more fun, so if war comes to us, which I firmly believe it will, we won't ramble so much but will turn into 'marine squatters.' If you get downtown I am at 100 Broadway, so stop in for lunch."
Sherm Smith says he has been back on his feet for some time, since the tough accident before Xmas of 1939. Last fall he built a new home on top of the hill overlooking the bay at East Greenwich, R. I. Sherm is Advertising Manager of Bostitch. If you have ever been in his charming old New England hamlet you know what a fine life our former Sentry editor enjoys. Sherm saw Charlie Janes at the Providence alumni dinner and commented: "He lives not many miles away, but the whole width of Narragansett Bay lies between. Same old Charlie. We fought the battle of Watertown Arsenal all over again, and a few other battles, too. He is in the accounting division of the R. I. State Unemployment Bureau and lives in Barrington. He's one of the 'i7ers with married offspring. Time marches on!"
Bill Sewall is Goodrich's personification of maximum annual mileage without a blemish, gets around so far and so fast we expect any moment to receive letters in the same mail postmarked Point Barrow and Little America. The fruits of his constant interest in you gents, during College and ever since, are reflected in letters about a lot of you during the last six months. He's been palming off the same freshman year photo on the press with great success until we noticed an eighth pound gain above collar, and sold him on boasting about it before a lens. Getting real old, ain't he?
Our former scribe's pen has lost none of its cunning and it's a shame to boil a full page treat down to these excerpts from his daily call reports: "For one who roams over large chunks of the country, I have little to report. Working nights, there's little opportunity to look up old friends and mooch a free meal. Seventeen wives should be grateful for the many times I have not called the old man at 4:55 on the maid's day off to say, 'Hi-ya, pal, and what's for dinner.'. .. .Family chariot headed east in September, and we enjoyed the hospitality of Bea and Bob Adams at their beautiful summer place 'Merryacres,' on a Conn, hill looking down on the Housatonic, a marvelous vacation spot in a secluded sector of New Milford. All the comforts of home, and few of the responsibilities. Almost single-handed Bob has gouged a tennis court out of a hill, damned a brook into a lake, built a badminton court, and even has the beginnings of a golf course which is tops for sportiness. What a man!... .En route from Vermont to Boston, via Hanover, we had a fine visit with Helen and Bill Spearin and their two boys. We induced them to join us for a real shore dinner at Marblehead's Adams House, where we gorged on chowder, steamed clams and lobster, the real Mc Coy, —very different from what we get west of the Alleghenies. Bill has left the hay and grain biz and is now a big butter and egg man in Boston. From raw materials to finished products. Regretted having to hurry by the imposing Lever Bros, offices which I mistook for a new addition to M.I.T. Boy, I was impressed. Next time I hope to muster enough courage to go in and ask for Mr. Mac Intyre. As it was, I just lifted my hat respectfully and hurried on
"My most frequent contact is with Bill Eaton who, as Manager of Gulf Oil Corp's tire department, is my best customer and severest critic. Visit Pittsburgh often where
we haggle more of less amiably, and we travel to points east and south where we jointly try to increase the sales of Goodrich products through Gulf stations (adv't). Bill lives in a swell new house in Fox Chapel where his sister, Mrs. Kelsey, keeps house for him. In spite of all my efforts Bill is a confirmed bachelor but Johnny Kelsey '42 is carrying on the family tradition at Hanover, is much better at math than his uncle ever was. Latter refuses to heed my Sally's advice about green vegetables, but still plays too good a game of golf, ping pong or bridge for me. Remind me to tell you about the time I was taken for Bill's son Encountered Sandy Lynch at a Pittsburgh alumni luncheon. . . . .Hal Tobin gave a fine talk at the Cleveland banquet. Dan Harris, President of the Ass'n, Vin Smith, the squire of Gates Mills and I lead the frequent applause. I see Bill Crisp, another denizen of Hudson, occasionally Enclosed clipping about John Bathrick's promotion to Los Angeles Zone Manager for Pontiac, from same position at San Francisco, was in the Sunday paper. On the way out I bumped into Dug Fleming in Houston. He is located in Corpus Christi and looks very prosperous. Am sure I caught a glimpse of Slats Allen in Dallas but was not close enough to 'holler.' I had a little visit with Jim Durkee in Los Angeles where he is Ass't Controller for the General Petroleum Cos. Jim hasn't changed any, and judging by business surroundings, he carries plenty of responsibility We're in good health and spirits, all except Winnie-the-Pooch who has a racking cough. The kids are getting older but we have decided not to. Johnny expects to enter Thayer next year, and Cynthia is specializing in English and Art at Lake Erie College, Painesville. I get a big kick out of a week-end on Johnny's lumpy couch in 203 New Hamp, where the recently publicised Art Kendall can still make more noise dumping two tin waste baskets at seven o'clock of a peaceful Sunday morning, than a regiment of tanks going into action." Thanks, Bill Sewall for so much interesting news.
Have a good summer vacation. Class news again in October.
THE TIME IS SHORT
As we go to press, the jumbo broadside has arrived, and we cheer for the moving message of Class Agent Maclntyre put across so impressively by Adman Hutchins. This is certainly the year for the high tide of Seventeen's support, in dollars and 100% contributors. Let's show our President Hopkins. The dead-line is almost upon us. MAIL YOUR CHECK NOW.
BILL SEWALL, in charge of tire sales throughoil companies, completes 15 years forGoodrich and 28 for 1917. Former Managing Editor of The Dartmouth and Associate Editor of the Aegis. Bill served us asSecretary through our sth reunion andPresident through our 10th.
Secretary, 18 Madison Ave., Cranford, N. J
Class Agent, 243 Marsh St., Belmont, Mass.
