1930
A WAH HOO WAH! for Alex McFarland, his assistant agents and the whole class of 1930 for another remarkable performance in another record-breaking Alumni Fund campaign. Even Al Dickerson has run out of superlatives to describe this year's magnificent results In winning another Green Derby our 399 contributors gave $8417.50, almost $l400 more than last year and an increase of approximately $2400 in the past two campaigns. Congratulations!
This month we have a fine picture of the Reunion party at Stan Osgood's Washington apartment, accompanied by Win Stone's descriptive letter which the editors thoughtfully saved from the last issue for this one:
By all odds the most pleasant party of the summer here in Washington was the 1930 Reunion cacktail party given by Stan Osgood at his apartment on Friday, June 22. It was a distinct pleasure, for me, I know, to renew acquaintances and wives. There are many of us laboring in the Washington vineyard, but each with his own vine to prune seldom gets to see another unless someone with Stan's liberal and gregarious nature puts on an affair. Besides the gracious host there were Lt. Win and Mrs. Durgin, whom I hadn't seen for about fifteen years Win is doing work with special devices for the Navy. Lt. George Mosher, of the Bureau of Aeronautics; Frank and Mrs Tragle Frank covered the party for the Associated Press; Lt. Col. Fran and Bilhe Horn, the former about to descend like a ton of administrative efficiency on France in connection with a G. I. university scheme, and the latter about to join my family at Bethany Beach, Delaware, for the summer;' Lt. Blair Wood, who is working in casualties in the Bureau of Naval Personnel He looked a trifle odd without a pair of skiis or snowshoes on, but would have looked more odd, come to think of it, if he had had them on in Washington's heat; Capt. Paul and Mrs. Duback Paul keeps the Army's nose clean on renegotiation of contracts; Capt. Bob and Mrs. Marr, who veered in this direction some time ago from' Cleveland, but whom I had not seen for a long, long time; Lt. Cmdr. Joe and Mrs. Placak Joe recently returned from the South Pacific for a tour in the Bureau of Medicine and Surgery; Lt. Cmdr. Chick and Mrs. Sherbourne, another BuAir boy who may be leaving sOon for the Pacific; Wade (the Reverend) Safford lent the dignity of the cloth to the occasion, but a liberal sort of dignity in the best Dartmouth tradition; Pete and Mrs. Callaway, late of Time, later of the Navy, and latest of the WPB paper branch; Porter Haskell of. the FEA, sober, but mellowing fast; Dick and Mrs. Funkhouser, of UNRRA, concerned as usual with spreading good words and deeds, provisions and clothes abroad; Lt. Collie and Mrs. Young, late arrivals, but charming and ebullient as ever —Collie late from lwo Jima making pictures for the Secretary of the Navy; Bill Fenton, the Smith- sonianite who forgot for an evening the Iroquois and renewed acquaintances with other sorts of Indians. I am about to become a neighbor of his in Virginia in the fall. Lt. Col. Les and Mrs. Godwin—Les doing Army Air Forces personnel work. I hadn't seen him, to my recollection, since he ran cross-country at college. We reminisced about life in Reed Hall in the late twenties before it became the center of Sociology, etc. where pin-ups hung where blackboards hang today.
That makes the eighteen Thirtymen and . their wives who were present. Others sent their regrets for having previous engagements. We missed them Burke Fitzpatrick, Bert Dowell, Earl Seldon, Art Hayes and Merrill Hayes, Hughes Gibbons, Art Brown, Clarence Fraser, Hugh Mitchell, Nelson Rockefeller, Vic Borella, Cliff Michel and Mrs. Grace Van Leer.
A guy with a black box and a lens came in, so we have a group picture to send you for the annals.
Weddings and blessed events are rare items among our ranks these days, but we have one of each for you. Tech. Sgt. Eben N. Blake was married in Lancashire, England, on June 26, to Miss Greta Robinson. The bride is in British war service, stationed at Prescott, and will come over to this country after the war. Eb, who has been in service since December, 1942, expects to be shipped direct to the Far East from England.
Mr. and Mrs. Fred C. Scribner Jr. have announced the birth of Charles Dewey, April 8, 1945 We say "announced" advisedly, having received no word from the Portland barrister, but we read it in a recent issue of the Junior League Magazine, a publication in which several other 1930 tidings have appeared, and the daddies, like Fred, neglected to inform your scribe.
One busy Saturday morning last June, Capt. Harry Casler's voice came in over the phone. Harry had just flown home from headquarters of the 15th Air Force in Italy, and was on his way to Washington for further orders an assignment in the Pacific. The wheels stopped in our office while we enjoyed a good, long talk with Harry, but unfortunately there was no chance to see him or his fancy red mustache. Shortly before his return, we had received a colorful postcard from Cannes, where Harry was celebrating V-E Day on the Riviera.
In a V-Mail letter dated 5 July, Capt. John French wrote:
Life here in Augsburg is duller than dishwater. My legal background has finally caught up with me and I now spend my time attempting to defend a varied assortment of murderers, rapists, etc., mostly gentlemen of color "No, suh, Ah doan know nuthin bout it. Ah wasn't-there." The experience is broadening, if not too successful, from the point of view of my clients. But I'm ready to go home any time.
John is in the Judge Advocates Section at 7th Army headquarters.
From somewhere in the Pacific, Si Chandler wrote a swell airmail letter dated 20 July:
I have been lucky on this trip. Saw the Judge (Frank McLaughlin) again, and I can't sing his praises too highly not only for his personal entertainment, which has been just terrific but also for the man himself. He is held in high esteem everywhere. Through Frank I contacted Wayne Van Leer and Hank Embree and had a real nice time with them. Such things as flag rank, drinks, dinner music by a string ensemble, can't help arousing in the hearts of lowly officers a certain ambition to a career—or a beach Job! We had a lot of fun, and it was the first time I'd seen Wayne since we left Hanover. Hank is the same as ever. Have also been fortunate in this westward trip in finding my brother for a short visit. His carrier was going east, but the stop was long enough to have a meal together and a few hours of conversation. Then three weeks later I ran into my cousin, Charlie Bartlett so this has really been perfect. My luck in finding both is just something with all this ocean and so many ports and ships for possibilities You are no doubt aware of the variety of food we carry—chicken, pork loin, boneless beef—for stewing or sirloins—(shall I go on?) ham, canned and smoked, liver, pork sausage and bacon! That current song "one meat ball" belongs elsewhere. And being that chow follows only mail in a sailor's heart, we are closely watched, easy to please and the victim of some fancy "trades." Our travelling companions with your apples and other chilled cargo make a good combination, and in spite of our size, the biggest come searching and seeking. I only wish we had a larger ship, for I think bringing food like this is the most satisfying job in the Navy! Our apples are Winesaps from Yakima, and they are in excellent shape. I'd trade them only for a fresh Macintosh!
How many of you have seen the Navy's latest combat film, "The Fleet That Came to Stay," in your local movie-house? We saw it the other day, on the strength of a write-up in the New York Herald-Tribune which described it as "a twenty-minute flaming kalei- doscope, in black and white, of hurtling planes, precise gray warships turned instantaneously to blazing infernos, and the staccato, deafening explosions of running battle. Included are sequences showing the attacks on the battleship Nevada and the aircraft carrier Bunker Hill The picture was written and produced by Lt. Collier Young, former story editor for Samuel Goldwyn In an introductory talk "before the preview screening, Lt. Young told of the capture of a suicide pilot of the Japanese Kamikaze Corps who missed his target and landed on a beach. "We were somewhat astonished," Lieut. Young said, "to find that he was only eighteen years old. Two weeks before he said he had been at an aviation cadet school in Japan when he was picked to wear the red sash of the Kamikaze, or divine wind, group. He couldn't fly the plane; he could only keep it level. But he said he was delighted to be doing what he was doing and was only sorry that he had missedl
Ted Tobey, father of twins David and Donald Tobey, claims that 1930 can lay claim to the most unusual set of twins, Diamond and Broad, a pair of Jersey steers on his New Hampshire farm.
Johnny Marsh spent a weekend at our summer bachelor digs in Montclair. As previously advised, John is with the National Steel Cos. of Brazil, the only American in the office, and he has become so proficient in Portugese that he even dictates his mail in their language. Johnny has bought a home in Riverside, Conn., and expects to move into it with his family come October. That should be a convenient stop-over for Yale game peerades. Back in 1935, when the Yankees were in Cleveland, and trying to conserve their pitching staff for a string of double-headers, Red Rolfe tried to persuade Johnny to come out and pitch for batting practice. It was a tempting opportunity, but mindful of the way Gehrig, Dickey, DiMaggio at al would be apt to slap his offerings back at him on the mound, John wisely declined.
A REUNION OF THE WASHINGTON 1930 GROUP was held on June 22 in Stan Osgood's apartment. Present were from left to right, front row: Bob Marr, Fran Horn, Chick Sherburne, Wyn Durgin, Frank Treagle, Bill Fenton; second row. Wade Safford, Porter Haskell, Mrs. Treagle, Mrs. Funkhouser, Mrs. God- win, Mrs. Duback, Mrs. Horn, Mrs. Durgin; back row; Joe Placak, Mrs. Placak, Dick Funkhouser, Mrs. Callaway, Pete Callaway, Mrs. Marr, Les Godwin, Blair Wood, Stan Osgood, Paul Duback, George Mosher, Win Stone. Thirty-men also met in Kew York and Boston.
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