1925*
Dick Colton, who helps handle traffic for Western Electric down Baltimore way and who is editor of the Traffic Club Record, the traffic publication in that area, secured as speaker for the February meeting of that organization the Hon. Nelson Lee (Eccy) Smith. Those of us who were exposed to Economics remember him as an able and capable teacher. Now he heads the Board of Investigation and Research at Washington that is trying to find out what is the matter with the nation's transportation, considered in the large. Ralph Shineman now heads all advertising for the New York Central Lines.
On April 10 of last year Dick Colton took to wife Howell Lykes of Pelham Manor, New York.
Jack Roche is now the Larchmont manager for the New York Telephone Company. Aside from being very busy with the telephone business, a son arrived on September 28, 1941.
El Warner, the New York jeweler, says the 1925 engagement ring business is pretty well shot. The boys are either all married off or decided that they are going to stay single.
John Packard is having a comfortable winter for himself managing the Royal Park Inn, down at Vero Beach, Florida.
Cliff Hill is a direct assistant to Donald M. Nelson, Chairman of the War Production Board. That would seem to put our class right up front in the conduct of the war effort.
On January 1, 1942 Paul Reed was wed to Eleanor Brown of New York. The ceremony
took place in the rectory of St. Patrick's Cathedral. Curt Abel was best man. Bunny Rogers is doing a swell job with station WLAW of Lawrence, Mass.
Morry Morrison is still shaping the course of the Emmons Loom Harness Company of Lawrence, Mass.
Jerry Gould of Middletown, New York is up to his neck in work. Between the lumber business and being on his local tire rationing board he knows where his time is going. Both he and his son have recently had their appendix snapped out.
Around Christmas several Dartmouth men, including Bill Griffin, Ted Geisel, Curt Abel and A 1 Brown '24 gave a farewell dinner to Paul Jerman who was leaving to architect a new airport for the government. The farewell dinner marked an ending of twenty years of really intimate friendship among the men and it was a bit difficult to say good-bye.
It is rumored that News-Week is going to give Ted Geisel a play for his work as a political cartoonist. His stuff in Marshall Field's New York newspaper PM has created quite an uproar. Ted has just been to Washington to show Secretary Morgenthau the outline of an animated cartoon that the Treasury Department requested.
A bit typical of New York life is that fact that Doug Archibald and Bill Griffin slave in the same building and only get to see each other about three times a year. Doug represents the Keyes Fibre of Waterville, Maine, the largest makers of paper plates in the country.
Curt Abel is about ready to end it all. He's wondering where he's going to get tin to wrap up Maxwell House Coffee and tapioca for Minute Tapioca. Incidentally, he hasn't broken a single bone skiing in 1942.
Bill Griffin finds a fine place of refuge to be Janssen's Restaurant in the Graybar Building. It will be recalled that Augie Janssen spent two years with us before transferring to the University of Virginia. There Bill often makes rendezvous with Jack Davis whose New Jersey plant is right busy with war orders.
Ed McNamee of Tucson, Arizona, has nearly won his eight-year battle with arthritis and hopes to be at work before the end of the year.
The 1925ers didn't turn out too well at the Dartmouth dinner in Boston. Among those there however, were Pete Haffenreffer, Terry McGaughan, Dr. Mac Shepard, Pete Blodgett, Paul Nute, Frank Wallis, Line Davis, Ken Hill, Bob Rhoades, and Dr. Bob MacCready.
Frank Wallis has been representing the Birth Controllers in Massachusetts in their attempt to get the question onto the ballot. Frank is also heading up the Red Cross drive in his town.
They aint much happened here since the last writing. I hev bot a motorsickle to help out on tires and I would say in awl fairness that yore Secatary looks suthing like a drunk amiable bull moose astraffle of it going down the road. I hev got out my old 1910 Marion roadster which runs nice and neat. Found a tire dealer who had just throwed away two brand new 33x4 tires, which is what she takes. I hope he fries for that.
Starting for Buston the other morning to see a dog about a man it was still dark when I come out of my humble dwelling. They was a nice moon riding through the clouds, the east was starting to get ready for sunrise behind the mountains and the snow crunched under foot. The dawn wind was what them poets would call cold and clear. I wisht sum of you fellers could of ben with me when the sun come up as I driv along. You would of liked it.
Secretary, Center Ossipee, N. H.
