1932
Predicted in this column some months back was the probability that John Clark's piece on Ecuador would make Reader'sDigest without ruining any reader's digestion. This honor has yet to become an actuality, but I have at hand a piece on John's article clipped from Newark (N. J.) Star-Ledger. It calls John "a lanky, blonde, ex-newsman," a designation he may prefer to this column's "steel-eyed."
New Army captains are Bob Buckley and Clarke Sullivan. Jim Fletcher is captain in the Marines, and can be reached via Shawnee Rd., Route 1, Lima, Ohio. Capt. Otto Judd AUS can be ditto at 2400 Blaisdell Ave., Minneapolis. Also reachable in the sovereign state of Minnesota is Bob Smith, wildlife conservation biologist with the U. S. Fish and Game Service at the Federal Building, Winona. Bob's work sounds interesting, and he owes this column a letter on the ins and outs of the North Country's fauna. Don Simpson reported long ago an encounter with Bob Ackerberg in the middle of La Salle St., Chicago; Bob being a WLB man stationed in that city. A hell of a place to talk—the middle of La Salle St. But then, Dartmouth men etc.
Charlie Boak is Assistant Field Director, American Red Cross, at San Diego Destroyer Base. Rog Benexet turns up in Alaska with the Bechtel, Price, Callahan Cos., of Fairbanks. Milt Alpert is administrative assistant of the New York State War Council in Albany. Sumner Yafle (AUS) may answer if you write him via 338 For- est Ave., Brockton, Mass. Morgan Hobart is a lieutenant (USN), as is our old pal Oliver Allen. Howie Sergeant now hits the hay at One Scott Circle, Apt. 221,- Wash- ington. From the same city Chuck Hall writes (on WPB stationery) to say that he is trying to get an apartment in Virginia, so that his wife and two boys can join him. Says his boss's decision to become dollar- a-year man leaves him in charge of the Drop and Upset Section in WPB's Steel Section, which pleases him greatly. Says he had lunch with Red Tucker, and that the Red (being single) expects Draft Board Greetings! from F.D.R. before the year is out. Says he planned to celebrate his seventh wedding anniversary with wife in Birmingham (October). Encloses, also, one of the many clippings that have been whipping in about Bob Ryan. Your secre- tary can now report having seen Ryan in Behind the Rising Sun, the movie (you guessed it) about them Japs. The fight between Ryan and the Jap judoist is one of the most stirring cuff-ruffs ever put on celluloid, bar none.
The following from the AOICCR News brings us up to date on Ellie Noyes:
"After being indoctrinated with the fourth V-5 instructor's class at Annapolis, Lt. Noyes reported here July 27 last year. His first assignment was as a company officer in the 4th Batt., and he served successively with the 10th, 11th, and 16th in the same capacity. In January, 1943, Lt. Noyes was made a battalion officer and since then the 17th, 23rd, and 29th Batts. have been sheltered under his wing. Aside from his duty as assistant to the Lt. Comdr. in directing the military training of the cadet regiment, Lt. Noyes has one big outside interest, his family, which consists of jhis wife, son Tommy (3) and daughter Barbara (6), and which takes up all his spare time, instead of hobbies."
Red Drake writes from 10 Montague Terrace, Brooklyn, to say what follows:
"After thirteen weeks' basic at Ft. Eustis, Va., I went to Camp Davis, N. C., for OCS. There I spent seventeen weeks, and was commissioned 2nd Lt. CAC on July 15—a memorable day, I can assure you. Two weeks more at Aircraft Identification School, and then a ten-day leave before assignment. I was fortunate enough to stretch that ten into fifteen and enjoyed every minute of it, up in God's Country. Was assigned to the 329 th A.A.A. Searchlight Battalion as Identification Officer, and that lasted sixteen days to the minute, when I received War Dept. orders, and it took us just twenty-four hours to pack and get started for Brooklyn, where I am located at the Port of Embarkation, Overseas Supply Division, Planning Section. It is the most pleasant change to date. Understand that Cal Geary is down at Camp Dix." ,
Lt. Dick Hazen USNR writes from Norfolk to say that though not greatly delighted to be kept on shore duty, he is getting good professional experience on a water-supply and sanitation job that takes him back and forth between Baltimore and Parris Island, S. C. He whipped off the note to this column while waiting for a phone call to go through to his wife in Dobbs Ferry, and this column takes that very kindly.
Another letter from Chuck Hall says Ben Burch, formerly with WPB, was last heard from with the Army in New Mexico. Adds that Lt. Nate Pierson has a desk not fur from his'n.
I am honored to close this month's batch of class notes with a letter from Ed Marks, much too long postponed, but worth waiting for. Says Ed:
"I was away most of July on one of my junkets to the camps (War Relocation Authority), and it was a hot trip—Arkansas, the Colorado Dust Bowl, the Utah desert—relieved only by the last stop at Cody,. Wyoming Margie and Kate and I have just returned from a brief and pleasant holiday at Capon Springs, W. Va. Kate had her second birthday there and was the social success of the family. It was my first holiday in a couple of years and I mightily enjoyed it. At home on Quesada St., tending Kate, mopping up after a small beagle pup named Joe (Beagle Carleton please note—Ed.), turning out an occasional objet d'art in our attic studio, occupies Margie and me As for class news, I fear there is little. Ryan's new movie is Tender Comrade, with Ginger Rogers and Katina Paxinou. Charlie Mayo continues to live on his boat and trudges each morn to the Navy Department, where he is now a civilian specialist in the Bureau of Ships. His current assignment is in matters relating to the maintenance of PT boats. Reuel Denney is living in New York and writing for Time."
That's all for now, except thanks to Ed for the foregoing letter; and one last item which springs to prominence as I send this off to Charlie Widmayer. The item: Art Moreau, lieutenant (jg) USNR, is currently receiving his indoctrination training at the Navy school here in Princeton, and says it is hard work, but he likes it.
Time to have sent off your Xmas packages some months ago. Time to send your secretary news of your doings for transmission to waiting classmates. Time to see whether you can make eggnogs with eggpowder if you have any whiskey.
Secretary, 178 Prospect Ave., Princeton, N. J Treasurer, 7 North St., Old Greenwich, Conn.
