1931*

With the advent of the Alumni Fund and our Class Letters, it always seems to me that the Secretary's job becomes a little less easy because so much of the material gets to you between the time we send it to Hanover and the time it gets into print. So we are duly thankful for our most recent instructions from Hanover to the effect that we should cut our column by about two pages. Personally, we are always thankful for favors of this type. Getting down to the news, however:

We have recently been in touch with Bill Geiger on his last two trips to New York when he was here first for the paper and pulp convention, and most recently in regard to priorities for the Weyerhauser Paper Pulp Division. Bill is one of the three salesmen in this department and with an outfit like Weyerhauser, it really gives him and his two associates a lot of territory to cover.

Another '3ier whom we have seen in passing is Red Gould, now an attorney for the Children's Court here in Westchester County. We've just had an opportunity to exchange a few words when we were waiting for a traffic light to change here in White Plains.

In last month's column we reported that Sey Burge was honeymooning it at Sun Valley but that we didn't have any details about his wife She is the former Mary Cook of Evanston. She and Sey have now returned to Evanston where Sey has set up practice as a physician. Best wishes, Mary—we're sorry we had to leave you out of the last column.

On the subject of marriages, we have received a clipping telling of the marriage of Leonore Dubrowin to Bill Schuldenfrei. Last month we reported Bill as being at the Officers Training School at Camp Meade. Congratulations, Bill and Leonore.

The letter that brought us the clipping was from Ed Maas, one of J. Walter Thompson's better advertising heads. Ed says he has been moved back to the uptown office in the Graybar Building, 420 Lexington Avenue.

In the same mail comes another picture and article about brother O'Neill. Chuck's physog has a way of appearing when you least expect it, and this time it is to tell us that he has been appointed executive assistant director of social science and of the education division of Nelson Rockefeller's office in Washington, D. C. This division handles inter-American affairs. We presume that Chuck will be putting his talents to work along with the other good Dartmouth men in Nelson Rockefeller's office. If I recall correctly, Johnny Clark is in Washington on the same mission and the Clark-O'Neill combination promises to make Washington more topsyturvy than it is now—if you can conceive of such a situation.

I imagine a good many of us have wondered or tried to picture ourselves in defense work—the part we would play and where we might fit in. Ned Rosen and Kirk Barron are getting a first-hand look at this since they have both gone to work at Republic Aviation. They have made the changes because of the slowing down of their own businesses and a desire to do something productive. Together with Bill Wilson, they give us a pretty good representation and a first-hand dealing with the new P47 Army pursuit planes.

Speaking of the Army, our most recent draftee is Bill Alton from whom we received a rather hasty note saying he didn't know where he was being sent but was leaving for the Army the day he wrote meMarch 19.

The Class of '31 is well represented in the Navy, too, and our most recent report has Ed Flynn as a Lieutenant, junior grade —not much information beyond that.

» One of the choicest and most entertaining letters we have received as Class Secretary comes from Peanut Winslow under the heading of "Don' —he claims the Navy responsible for the change in his handle. Rather than try to summarize it or change it in any way, we are going to quote him verbatim. Don writes: "Pull down your chin strap and lash yourself in an armchair while 1 tell you a story that will almost make you sea-sick, too!

"We're back in port tor a brief stay for some much needed repairs after taking it head-on for many weeks. The old Atlantic can kick up quite a dust in the middle of the winter and for 5 days I was sicker than a horse with the colic. Our old navigator swore by all the salt in his hair that no 'tin fish' from a sub could ever sink us if our bilge pumps could throw as steady a stream as my stomach. My face fell in and my whiskers fell out 'til I looked more like a porcupine in distress than a Naval officer on the war path. Finally my stomach got tired and I commenced to stow away more food than three women can tread into a bushel basket. Two days later we ran into a hurricane and I defied the seas to make me heave.

"Naturally I cannot divulge any Naval secrets, but God knows and he won't tell, that we're not the fastest ship in the Atlantic. We're an old coal burner and before the boys knew how to fire her, we couldn't get out of our own smoke—in fact two good men in a dory could row right by us. One blast on the whistle and the old girl slows down—two blasts and she stops. Imagine then, the consternation of our chief engineer last week when I blew the whistle at every garbage lighter and mud scow while coming up Boston Harbor. There wasn't steam enough on the forward winch to tighten a granny knot. But I didn't care—Boston looked so good that even Moon Island smelled like Evening in Paris to my nostrils.

''So now as we sneak out for our second long seance with subs, I feel as web-footed as a mallard drake and as salty as a Maine herrin'. Standy by til we get back again."

Thanks, Don, for your swell letter and I am sure the other fellows got as much kick out of hearing from you as I did, besides having the report on your experiences. I hope your letter will serve to get some of the other fellows to drop us similar notesand I might add that if there is anything in the way of special information you men in the service would like to have via this column, drop us a note and we will see if we can't accommodate you.

Don't forget the Alumni Fund—the College needs the money now, as it has never needed it before.

Secretary, Phoenix Mutual Life Insurance Cos. 31 Mamaroneck Ave., White Plains, N. Y. Class Agent, 19 East 88th Street, New York, N. Y.