1923*
New England seismographs on the evening of April 4th registered a series of severe earth tremors the cause of which led investigators to the address appearing at the head of this column, there to find nothing more violent than a small edition of '23s Twentieth Reunion. This rehearsal centered around a Worcester visit by Eddie Lynch during the time he was taking his preliminary Naval Air Corps training at Quonset, R. I. Chick Burke, Ralph Duffy and one of Eddie's prize pupils while he was end coach at Dartmouth, Dr. George Tully '26, were the other reunioners. Duffy and I, instead of our usual role of drugstore quarterbacks were pressed into service as referee and umpire while the other three proceeded to replay every Dartmouth football game from 1920-1925, scoring every touchdown, kicking every goal, running spinners, bucks and delayed passes, beating the deuce out of every team they played, and would probably have still been going strong if Eddie had had anything more than week-end leave or if Duffy and I hadn't been tossed out on a couple of complicated rulings of memory or if the girls hadn't run out of crocheting or if Chick hadn't crippled up with a charlie horse in his Adams Apple. Anyway it was some fun, we all survived and Eddie went back to Quonset to wind up his course in a blaze-of-glory ranking at the top of his class and getting his choice of permanent assignment thereby—Pensacola, where he is now stationed as personnel officer. When he first went on this job Eddie adopted Craven Laycock's old code whereby anyone presenting an original excuse got his request but soon decided that the Dartmouth undergrad of 1919-1923 wasn't in the same league with the present crop of Naval Air Cadets and had to call it all off. After reversing his field on this one, Eddie reports he's getting along super-fine and loves it—to which we can well add "We knew you would Eddie, congratulations and best luck."
A note from our treasurer, now Capt. Bob McMillan of the U.S.A.A.C. reports that he finished up his preliminary course at Miami Beach and is in Harrisburg, Pa. for further schooling in Combat Intelligence We also hear that Don Moore is now a U.S.AA.C. Captain working on procurement in the Chicago district And Matt Jones has been called from the N. Y. Telephone Co. to the Army Signal Corps with the rank of Major.
Wid Bertch is in Washington as chief of the special products salvage section of the WPB. Wid's job has been to set up field offices all over the country to expedite the movement of tremendous quantities of scrap material now tied up because of financial, legal or other special reasons. Shortly after receiving the clipping announcing Wid's appointment Cap Palmer sent me one from Angeles telling of Wid's making a flying trip out there on the trail of two million tons of scrap steel. Wid had formerly been V.P. of Lee-Anderson Advertising Co. of Detroit.
Don't know whether Wid is interested in scrap rubber but if so he has another '23er on his team—the Worcester papers recently published a picture of the Petroleum Industries Committee which is directing the campaign and on which Chick Burke is serving as representative of Shell Oil.
Just before leaving for his Air Corps assignment Bob McMillan wrote that for the second year in succession '23's was the largest class delegation at the annual meeting of the Dartmouth Club of Northern N. J. Bob, Cy Gordon, Phil Keigher, Halsey Mills, Clint Wells and Lou Wilcox adding up to the winning line-up.
Hollis Riddle hits the jackpot with a fine letter telling of his transfer after a good many successful years as comptroller of Goodyear's foreign operations to Good year Aircraft Corp. Hollie's letter landed in Worcester in almost the same mail as a clipping from the Akron Beacon-Journal which tells the same story but goes back to 1928 when Hollie checked in with Good year after five years with a Boston shoe concern and in addition includes a picture of Hollie sporting a most virile moustache. You Taylor boys—Jim and Jack—better look to your laurels.
Another of the long-time-no-hear-from gang is Albert L. Emerson (this formality necessary to distinguish him from the rest of that Emerson clan) who reports in from Warrensburg, N. Y. "Not much new with me, I have been in the banking business since Hanover, operate the Colonial Arms Hotel here, still manage to shoot a presentable game of golf, and escaped matrimony until 1939 when I was married to Elizabeth Hoopes of Glens Falls, N. Y." "IN," with regard to the banking business, would seem to be a gross understatement as the stationary of the Emerson National Bank shows Emmie in the president's slot.
Irish Flanigan being the official dispenser of Fund topics you will all have heard the final results long before you reach this column and all that remains for me to do is to extend to Irish our genuine thanks for this year's series of his delightful Skiddoos. From your letters and comments I know you all look forward to their arrival as eagerly as I do and that each one is a real treat. And so Irish, again we say, "They're tops—thanks a many!"
OTHER NEWS FROM '23
Incidentally Irish with his customary ex- treme modesty failed in his telling of this Spring's combined Secretaries-Treasurer's and Agents meetings that he was honored by election to the Executive Committee of the Secretaries Ass'n a nice picture of Joe Malone in the Boston Herald not long ago as one of the masters of the finals of the high school spelling bee More irons in the Duffy fire—President of the Worcester Area Boy Scout Council and deputy chief air raid warden PrintersInk carries the announcement that Woody Gauss, former promotion manager of the American Magazine has been appointed to a similar position with Business WeekCongrats Woodie, Swell!! .... Bill Corrigan writes that after a fine season in Florida he and Betty will be at their old stand, Jobs Pond, this summer, and in spite of gas and tires have an encouraging number of advance reservations.
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