1927
This, friends, is the Squire of Chestnut Hill taking time out from raking leaves, pulling up the carrots, putting on the storm windows, to compile a little news for the December issue. Pardon us if we take a few minutes out just before dark to go out and get a pheasant for Sunday dinner. Don't worry about us having to shoot the critter. They're so tame around here we just grab them by the left leg.
Last month we mentioned something about a class luncheon party the day of the Notre Dame game. Well we had it and it was a lot of fun only we wish a lot more of you guys could have been there, and that it could have lasted a lot longer. As a matter of fact we would have done much better to have stood at the luncheon and never went to the game, or maybe you didn't hear.
Only seventeen out of about six hundred, but a swell gang they were, and much of the time was spent wishing you all could have been with us.
Bill Auer, vice president of the Maiden Trust Co., was there with a most attractive young lady. Bill's wife was visiting in the Middle West at that time, but we don't have to keep this under the hat for the attractive young lady was their daughter. Since we seem to be running a scandal sheet we should also mention that Midge Salinger was seen at the luncheon with a fine looking young man named John. Rog was there also, and at one point we heard John say, "Let's not be late for the kick-off, Dad," so I guess that was all right too.
Paul O'Connell, Assistant City Solicitor and busy attorney in the City of Worcester, came down for the luncheon and game with his very attractive wife.
Dollar-a-year-man Rankin managed to get away from his arduous duties with WPB in Washington for a short week end, so he and Dodo attended both the luncheon and the game. Chuck and Olive Burwell, most welcome additions to our 1927 Boston family were also there. Good thing they didn't bring those three fine boys of theirs or Dartmouth might have played a fourteen-man team for at least a couple of plays and Notre Dame would surely have lost several of her star players for the rest of the season.
Jedge Baker and his wife, Marie, were on from Painesville, Ohio, and the Funkhousers were down from Hanover. Chuck and Bob got themselves a touch in the dog house by coming to the luncheon without their wives, thinking it was a stag affair. They probably would have gotten away with it if your ever diplomatic scribe hadn't seen them at the game and let the cat out of the bag by politely telling the gals how sorry he was they didn't come to the luncheon.
Don McCall, vice president of Raquette River Paper Co., just happened to be in Boston on a business trip, so naturally he dropped in for the luncheon party and we rather suspect he was able to see at least the first half of the game before starting back for Scarsdale.
Bill and Betty Cusack from Winchester, Bob and Peg Williamson from Norwood, and Sykes and Helen Hardy from WABAN were some of the "regulars" you know would be there. Bill in the investment trust business and doing a grand job, we hear. Bob, print ing tycoon of greater Boston, leading Republican wheelhorse of his town and pretty near top guy as assistant class agent in our league. Sykes, still outstanding steel salesman for his outfit and father of our most favorite gal, Cynthia.
Chief Petty Officer Gustin of the Coast Guard Temporary Reserve and Ray Reed of that same outfit were also there with their wives. Must have been our common interest in the Coast Guard which made us meet with the Gustins, Reeds, and Dr. and Mrs. Jack Holleran in a quiet little spot directly after the game for something that had nothing to do with the security of the port of Boston.
Russ Blanchard came down from Graniteville to prove that on football Saturdays they don't take the granite out of Graniteville. Bill Macaulay wangled enough time off from his duties at Ratheon to join us in the festivities, and Shorty Oliver, one of our better known Boston Blackstones, admitted that his good wife was taking care of the youngsters so that he could go to the game.
That same week end Josh Davis brought over the good news that George Provost had agreed to take over the job of class agent for next year, and that Bob Stevens would be his New York assistant. George is taking the baton from a mighty fast runner, that old man Cummings, but with Josh, George, Bob Stevens, Bob Williamson, Cug Daley, Harve Jones and their many loyal assistants we count on a swell race from the class of 1927. As we have mentioned here before, Josh has the honor and responsibility of being chairman of the whole Alumni Fund drive this year. It didn t take many of those minutes we sat around our kitchen to know that your friend Two-hair has got himself an assignment and furthermore that come hell or high water he will carry it out. Needless to say, it was swell fun seeing Josh even if he did get so run down he had to take the noon train home on Saturday.
Add to your short list of lieutenant colonels in our class, Paul G. Woefel. Howie Camph is out in Detroit, living at 3250 W. Chicago Blvd. Dick Bowers Fox is reputed to be in Lowell, Mass., which gets him confusingly close to Dick Bradley Fox, originally of Haverhill and now of Wellesley. Major Rolfe Doc Harvey has an address they won't let us print. We can't tell you that it's out of the country, but we do say he would like to have a few letters from a lot of you fellows so if you will drop us a note we will let you in on that secret address. If any of you run out of numbers or rather can't get the right number up in the Fitchburg or Leominster district just ask for the Traffic Manager. That will be Al McClure on the other end of the phone.
We have a new address for Frank Cloran. We sincerely hope it means he is much better and has merely gone to good old Cal to see if the sun does always shine. Drop him a line at 501 S. San Gabriel Blvd., Pasadena 8, Calif.
Secretary, 134 Vine St., Chestnut Hill 67, Mass. Treasurer, Box 1412 Pittsburgh 30, Penna.
