1935

5036 Juanita Ave., S., Minneapolis, Minn. We don't know just what has been the cause of it all, whether its the nostalgic touches engendered by the picture of a corduroy-clad youth gelundesprunging across the duckboards shown on last month's cover of this journal, whether it's because we spent most of last week in South Carolina which was like stepping full-face into the middle of summer right out of April, or whether our feeling of lethargy is something peculiar to Washington at this time of year, but we have been nursing (and wishing we could indulge) about as potent a case of Springan fefor as we've ever known. Something will have to be done about it, however, and it's our humble opinion that sitting here pecking away at this keyboard won't suffice; rather, our present plan is to bat this column out of the way in short order and to get the hell out-of-doors. So here it all is, but fast.

OF THIS AND THAT George Chamberlin is engaged: to Margaret Alice Bestwick of Bentleyville, Penna. The she is now attending the Washington Hospital School of Nursing, he the Camp Kilmer (N. J.) School of Armying. That's that.

Ken Kurson was commissioned a Lt. (jg) as a potential Deck Officer (or maybe Desk, one never knows), and should be about through with his indoctrination at Fort Schuyler, N. Y. Ken had his wife write us the above, a t'rickwe recommend to more of you. Most wives canand will write, we're told.

Bill Blakeslee, pausing in London's Waterloo Station long enough to trip over a suitcase, found same belonged to an old Detroitfriend, and the two have since taken an apartment together in London. Bob Ferry told usthis one over the 'phone the other day. Any ofyou having Winchellesque thoughts, we addthat Bill's friend was of the male species. Butit's a thought: "Oh, to be in England, Now that April's there. For whoever wakes in England Finds some morning unaware Now there's a source of space-fillers we hadn'tthought of: we'll trot out all the little masterpieces we've memorized before and duringHanover days, intersperse a few pithy limericks, and the absence of letters will no longer~be a stumbling block towards putting a column together. One of two sessions of readingour rememorization of Browning, Shakespeare,Keats and a few others might bring a volumeof mail that'd return the stoop to our carrier'sshoulder.

Dan Kenvin has entered the Army Air Forces Training Command School at Yale for aviation cadet training in communications. We are advised that he will emerge a second lieutenant and be assigned to active duty as a Communications Officer. Unless, of course, thecombination of Yale and the Army makes ourKatsup Kid incommunicato!

SQUARE PEG IN SQUARE HOLE DEPARTMENT ... It seems to us that if, as is the case, the Army had to have a base at a California racetrack, and if the Class of 1935 had to be represented there, one of the preferred candidates for that billet would be Bud Childs. We haven't had the pleasure of seeing him in his uniform, but we'd like nothing better. As Major Milford Newton Childs, Medical Corps, Air Corps Depot, Santa Ana Air Base, he has come a long ways from the last time we were together and were being collectively asked to leave one of Cleveland's crumbier nightspots, El Dumpo, after Bud's strip-tease had brought the house down, both figuratively and literally. Tokio, take heed: Childs is on his way.

WASHINGTON DINNER—I 2 MAY

A '35 TABLE seems in order. Kindly 'phone me at REpublic 7400, Ext 4115, or drop me a line at Bureau of Aeronautics, Rm 2WIO, Navy Dept., Wash—25; D. C., if you'll be coming. Would like to get a group picture if we can get together beforehand. Try to make it.

ENS. JERRY SPINGARN '35, USNR, is now serving on the staff of the Commander in the South Pacific Theatre of Operations.

Secretary-Chairman Gates Mills, Ohio Treasurer,