Connecticut

MUCH WATER HAS traversed the dam since Connecticut's report in the June issue.

The summer activities were practically nil. Seemingly Connecticut is the arsenal of the arsenal and time is not only of the essence but is also at a premium here. The net result promises to bring about a marked falling off of club activities. Qual- ity will have to replace quantity.

In the Bridgeport Club area, at least one- fifth of our rolls are in the armed forces.

Approximately three-fifths are engaged in defense industries or essential services and most of the remaining fifth are civilian de- fense workers of one kind or another. In- dications are that this ratio generally ob- tains about the State.

Even though I blushingly report having had quite a hand in it, along with Bob Naramore '35, Bill Haist '34, Stan Lonsdale '24, and others too numerous although not undeserving of mention, it gives me a real boot to report that the Bridgeport Club recently mailed to Professor Neef for his Scholarship Fund a check for $250.00. And we raised it by selling chances on defense bonds, thereby killing two feathered friends with over 250 rocks. It was hard go- ing, but the clams are there if you dig suf- ficiently.

The bonds were raffled off at a meeting held on October ist, at which an F. B. I. man was supposed to speak but didn't show up—more promising game elsewhere, no doubt. There were about twenty-five present, of whom ten were fathers. We are sure glad now that we organized the father's organization because in another six months or so that will be about the only source of local man power.

Hartford took the lid off the new season late in August with an outing at a big farm in West Hartford. Thirty-seven alumni at- tired in beer, drank old clothes, played soft ball and other games for the tired and weary. It was a swell party and I am told that now the roosters on the farm crow with a noise that sounds like "Wah-Hoo-Wah." Same to you.