1938*

The last time Von Pechmann was in New York, we discussed ways and means of setting up some central source to which the fellows could send news. With various guest editors doing the job, it is often difficult for any one man to collect all the information. We think we have a solution. The Dartmouth Club of New York at 30 E. 37th Street, has agreed to set aside an envelope for us and on the 6th of every month, they will take care of forwarding this to the particular fellow writing the class news. Just mail your cards to the Club, and if you happen to stop by there, give any information you may have to Mr. Cooney at the desk.

For the past three months or so, my headquarters have been down at 90 Church Street. I was able to pick up quite a bit of information for the column because, at one time or another, practically everyone in the class dropped down there to see about joining the armed forces. Charley Keyes had a cot right next to mine and, take it from two blind men who know—they won't take 'ya. One of the wise guys down there told us to come back with Seeing-Eye dogs and they'd take all four of us. Slattery has been down there, hut I don't know how he-made out.

Card from Dave Duffy at Camp Blanding. He was able to wangle a furlough for himself over Xmas, and promptly skipped home to West Hartford. While there, he got out the old handkerchief and, on bended knee, asked Miss Faith Haviland to be his'n. Wedding soon.

Old Red Man Heath pulled the same thing, only he was smart enough to make his engagement ring a Christmas present. The girl? Miss Elizabeth "Nightingale" Magee of Plainfield and late of Vassar. Wish I had been able to get to that little item about George Dana's marriage before Sherwin copped it. You will remember that the event came off in Mauch Chunk, Pa. Mauch Chunk is an old stamping ground of mine. As a stamping ground, it's all right, but I can't understand why anyone would pick that place to pull a marriage.

Little "P" Sutherland came through with a letter, giving me a lot of hot dope for which I thank him no end. At the fifth reunion, the rest of the Tuck School aggregation will have to help me thank him with a shoe in approved fashion. Shadow Stone still working with the Stanley Works in New Britain. He didn't pass the physical exam for the Army and I think that I have a pretty good idea why he flunked. That Shadow was terrific along the wrong lines. Charley Hitchcock is an assistant engineer, working down in the Canal Zone. Bob Taylor and Bill Lyle are working in Nashua with the Nashua Gummed and Coated Paper Cos. Bob became the father of a little girl, Karen Ruth, on November 8 th.

One night, back in November 1936, one Chuck Wiggins got too close to the old Nugget tear gun. Of course he bawled and screamed along with the rest of us who caught a good load in the puss, but he passed it off. It seems, however, that his eyes weren't to forget. He got in the Air Corps recently, but was washed out because of the lasting effects of the tear gas in his eyes. At least, that's his story. At the present time, he is a Gov't inspector of cables in some factory. It's an Army job, and, from the above, you can see his tongue is still kinda' forked.

On Jan. 16th, Howie Van Riper got his Ensign's commission in the Navy, and two days later found himself in Norfolk in a married condition. The lucky girl was Miss Ellen Copperthite. I say lucky girl advisedly. I can imagine that all of the alumnae magazines of girls' colleges refer to the 'lucky boy' and with all of this guff about the wedding day being the bride's daycongratulate the groom—wish the bride happiness, etc., etc the guy's alumni magazine is the only place he can get a break. Hans Barber was best man, and I understand the bridal party marched under a bunch of Barber's crossed pipes.

Card from C. Harvey (Brain) Barker. He's in Miami Beach working (Hah!) with Howard Johnson's. Gugino stopped in at the Club for a few days last week. There's a guy who really looks dapper in an Army Air Corps uniform. He was just commissioned a few weeks ago, and, although it didn't give him any more hair, he's looking wonderful. Muff Davis chopped a few of those extra pounds off that pot o' flesh and got in the Naval Air Corps. Saw Nat Straus the other day and he thought he might have a chance to get a commission in the Navy.

Saw "Bottle Reeve" the other night. He was in a semi-dazed condition because Claire, his ever-loving spouse, was going to have a little beaver that night. A little girl was born two days later, weighed about 47 pounds, or maybe it was 7. Scott Runkle was given four hours notice and told to report to the Army. He was in the Reserve, and at the present time is in charge of a whole company of husky M.P.'s. Scott was never very large of stature, and I can imagine the trouble he is having.

Dick Woodman missed up on a com- mission in the Naval Air Corps because of bad teeth, but, by this time, he is a fullfledged Aviation radio operator. His last address was Aviation Radio School, E-2 Naval Air Station, Seattle, Wash.

By the way, Von Pechmann and Elliott Herrick made Officers' Training School. The Baron can be reached at Company C, Officer Candidate Battalion, Fort Benning, Ga.

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