1915
Although the death of "Shrimp" Williams, class agent since 1940, is recorded in the In Memoriam section of this issue, these notes would not be complete without further mention of the shock which we in New England received when news of his death came to us in mid-October.
The October MAGAZINE, which had just been received, had been used by me to make special mention of the outstanding work Shrimp did in the Alumni Fund Campaign this past year, and it was he who had sent me the picture of Howie Fuller which appeared in the same issue. Sid Crawford was reading the class notes and the part about Shrimp when Ray Russell called him on the phone to announce the death, and Sid at once phoned to me. A fine group of i gers were in the church, where Shrimp long served as treasurer, for the funeral services, and no one there will ever forget the beautiful rendition of "Men of Dartmouth" by the church organist at the close of the services—so fitting because of Shrimp's life-long devotion to the college and the class.
As I write these notes, Boston is planning for its only game of the so-far very successful football season, when Cornell and the Big Green meet on November 13. A good committee headed by George Simpson, and including such stalwarts as Kike Richardson, Eben Clough, and Dale Barker is functioning to get a good turnout of igers for both the night before and for the game.
At press time there is no report of who was at the big Yale victory, but if it comes along later we'll include it in our next.
Through Chan Foster we have news from Harry Ellms that he is ideally situated, running a large farm up in the Adirondacks. He says it is a fine set-up and "just a hop, skip, and jump out of Paradise." It's a long time since we have heard from Harry and it seems fine to know that he is so enthusiastic. He mentions that he would like to hear from Hap Leonard; so here you are Hap. And also, why not a note, too, for the column—is it still the Parker Game Cos.? Harry's address is Kamp Kill Kare, Racquette Lake, N. Y.
Stick Parnell got quite a write-up in the Boston Post a week or two ago as being outstanding in following Kate Smith's admonition of "If you don't write, you're wrong." Stick has a more than extensive list of men overseas, from Africa to the South Pacific, to whom he writes regularly; and best of all, he culls, from every possible source, bits of humor in verse and prose to send along. There's a lot of good laughs in the stuff he sends out and it's the kind of writing from back home the boys appreciate. He regularly sends the weekly Bulletin of the college to service men all over the globe.
Jack Mason ran into Boston a few days ago and I had the pleasure of his company at my home, at least for a few hours. He also had taken a few moments from his limited time to get hold of Eben and several others, not of 1915. Busy guy, Jack, with all his War Labor Board assignments —but says he'll be here for the Cornell game. The next issue will tell whether he made it.
No word has ever come back from a letter I sent on its way long ago to an address which seemed authentic, to Jiggs Donahue, said to be in a German concentration camp. I wonder if anyone has received any word from him—we in Boston mention him often.
That's about the extent of the news for this time. Don't be afraid of overloading the editor of the column, for we'll welcome any and all news. The MAGAZINE has a new scheme now, you've probably noticed: if the class notes are longer than usual, part is set in small type. So bring along the news—we'll get it in some kind of readable type for varying kinds of fifty- year-old failing eyesight. Or isn't it failing?
New addresses submitted by the college this month are: Benjamin F. Tobin Jr., 4645 Beverly Drive, Dallas, Texas; Philip K. Murdock, 76-og 34th Ave., Jackson Heights, N. Y., with a new business connection with the Brewster Aeronautical Corp., Long Island City; Otis W. Hovey, 338 S. Winebiddle St., Pittsburgh 24, Pa.
Secretary, Box 697, Lawrence, Mass. Treasurer, 31 State St., Boston, Mass.
