1933

As the snows and bitter cold of another Hanover winter approach, your correspondent can report that he has acquired several patches of choice items to add to his collection of gray hairs. Reason: a severe case of dead-line frightitis contracted several days ago in the line of duty, as your correspondent contemplated '33's class notes' prospects for the November issue. According to the latest figures that have reached us, some 458 of those of us who graduated in '33 have so far survived the ravages of time. If it had not happened to us, we would have found it hard to believe that out of the vast reservoir of experience of things, animal and human, pent up in the hearts of so many '33's, only one item of news should have reached our observation post. Someone had been kind enough to send us a clipping from the Pompanoosuc News-Weekly containing the interesting information that Joe Zilch '33 (Remember Joe? A card he was, that boy) had a brother, Ed (not a Dartmouth man) whose wife's mother, once divorced, was about to be married again, this time to a lumberman, a rich old gaffer, and that Joe was expected to be on hand for the big event.

It is an experience, we suppose, that every secretary goes through sooner or later. It was our misfortune to suffer the blow sooner, and being new at the job we probably took it somewhat harder than a hardened old campaigner like Monagan would have. The sinking sensation in the pit of the stomach, however, left an indelible memory. We would not like to go through it again—for awhile at any rate. Gentlemen, may we have your full cooperation.

Fortunately for us, and for you, the fates brought us, in the nick of time, one GeorgeM. Rideout from the environs of Boston, with glad tidings of our numerous bean- town fratres. But first, a word about George. When we ran into him, in the lobby of the Inn, our first impression was that the years had, indeed, been kind to him. That spare frame that we remember so well, that lean and hungry look had gone, to be sure, but the portly figure that advanced to greet us fairly radiated good health and conviviality, as of old. There was an air of prosperity and contentment about him that we had not noted before, but he bore that exceedingly well. George is a family man now, is blessed with a wife and numerous progeny, lives in a cozy little place in Wellesley, and is director of Public Relations for the Babson Institute of Business Administration.

AROUND THE CIRCUIT

George reports that Don Doherty has just received his commission as lieutenant (jg) in the Navy, and that he expects to be called to active duty shortly. Don has been Number-One Ediphone salesman in the Boston area for several years. He is married and has a ten-months' old daughter, Audrey.

Norm Payne, one of '33's outstanding contributions to the teaching profession, reported to Rideout a short time ago that he had spent the summer at Delahanty's Camp Monomoy on Cape Cod as a counselor. Norm is married, and is the proud pappy of Susan, age fifteen months.

From George's description of him, it looks as if Jim Woods is '33's Boston representative in the field of big business. The last time he saw him, George said, Jim was parked behind a big mahogany desk in a mahogany-panelled office with all the accessories. Jim is treasurer and general manager of the Croasby Steam Gauge and Valve Co. They are at present turning out war material hand over fist, and George reports that Jim is largely responsible for their success.

George is a fellow that gets around, apparently, because from this perambulatory file of '33 dope, we also gleaned the following items:

John Donovan is headmaster of the Newburyport High School, and according to Rideout's underground sources in that community is doing a mighty fine job.

Bruno Saia, of Hanover, was a member of the Navy Supply Corps School at Babson Institute until a few weeks ago when he was transferred to a Navy post on the Pacific coast.

Dave Hatch was a resident of Wellesley last year while he was engaged in graduate work at Harvard. He is now teaching Sociology at Connecticut College for Women in New London, Conn.

Gordon McDonald is general manager of the Potter Press.

Win Rowe is a lieutenant in the Medical Corps of the Navy.

On a trip to Chicago a short time ago our perambulating reporter ran into BillHoffman, who is coaching at the Chicago Latin School, and Justin Stanley, who is practicing law there.

Thanks, George. You're a mighty handy fellow to have around at a time like this.

LT. (jg) WILLARD L. DOYLE '33 had his picture taken with daughter Carol Jane, aged 4 months, the day before he sailed.

Secretary,20 Valley Rd., Hanover, N. H. Treasurer, 2812 Grant Bldg., Pittsburgh, Pa.