1923
Classmates in and near New York brightened the hue of a blue Monday, March 5, with a Class Dinner at the Dartmouth Club, at the summons of Tom Burch, chairman of these too infrequent affairs. Getting together "after a long abstinence" were Tom, Clary Goss, John Malloy, Mox Hubert, Brooks Palmer, Pem Whitcomb, John Foster, Charlie Rivoire, Bill Whipple, George Plant, Irish Flanigan, Bob Whittinghill, Sol Levine, Sam White, Joe Lombardi, Shiner Beggs, Phil Jellison, and your scribe.
None of us had seen John Malloy for years, and he look swell in his Army uniform. In a rush for the -choicer morsels on the groaning board we missed the chance to get more details, and hope for John's reappearance at the next meeting.
Pem Whitcomb has been released by the Navy and is back at hjs office at the Twentieth Century Press, keeping a tight corner on the best of the town's financial printing.
Bill and Vi Whipple have been making fairly frequent, trips, as usual, for weekends with Five-Button Mackedon on the Cape, and running into Stuie Knight and others of the Boston contingent.
As reported some months ago, Bob Whittinghill was married on August 14, 1943, to Dorothea Gamble Hoest of Montclair, N. J.
Sam White recently took a much-needed rest near Rutland, his home town. Skiing on Pico Mountain, Sam worked up courage on the lesser slopes, finally .worked up to the main event, and says he rode his poles most of the way down. After days of managing trust accounts for the United States Trust Co., Sam duffs into nights of work at home as head of the Glen Rock, N. J., American Legion Post's Veterans' Service Committee.
John Foster wound up the evening with a very interesting talk on his recent experiences in Washington where he was in charge of civilian personnel for the War Department. He threw many penetrating sidelights on the Washington scene, and I wish all of you might have heard him.
Bill and Betty Corrigan, 163 Harmon Ave., Pelham, N. Y., have announced the arrival on January 6 of William Botsford Corrigan Jr. Congratulations! Now there's a son and heir to enjoy the sun and air of the Corrigan camp at Job's Pond, Vt., with his older sister and the rest of the family. (When Bill Jr. is old enough to resent that pun, I'll be too old to be hit.)
From Sherm Baldwin comes the news that Chick Burke has been elected a member of the Worcester Kiwanis Club. That should take oil-man Chick's mind off gas coupon troubles for a few hours a week.
Dr. Joe Millar is now president of the New Jersey State Veterinary Medical Association, and was recently reappointed by Governor Edge as a member of the State Veterinary Examining Board. Nice going, Joe.
A welcome letter from Ed Laventall, 152 S. Allen St., Albany 3, N. Y., says:
After batting around in the shirt and pajama business since graduation, I joined this firm (B. T. Babitt, Inc.) early last year. Am now personnel manager and assistant purchasing agent. It is very interesting work, in spite of the many headaches of trying to procure sufficient help and materials. We're packing disinfectants for both the Army and Navy, as well as our regular products. There are just three of us: my wife, Ruth; my daughter, Jane, aged sixteen months and still single; and me.
(Bet you've thrown away all those copies of La Vie Parisienne you used to share with South Fayer, Ed.)
After a long time of not hearing from Lt. Col. T. T. "Metz" Metzel comes the accompanying cartoon, and this letter from one of the far-away places ....
I guess because I once had your job my sympathy goes out to you and that's why I enclose the sketch of myself for your column, since you can't afford James Thurber or George Price to enliven your monthly grist. Been in (censored) one year tomorrow, was in Algiers for seven months before that, and at Wright Field at Dayton for twenty-two months before that. All this happened because I got hot pants back in the spring of '40 and wound up in the Army the following year. I was making bets that England would be in German hands within a year and both our shores would be bloody not long thereafter. Feel a gpod deal better now, with Koniev thirty-five miles from Berlin and MacArthur in Manila again. One of the Metzel twins is a freshman at Hanover, and the other one a buck private at Keesler Field in Mississippi. The third son is bucking sixteen, a couple of years too young for either the halls of Hanover or the arms of' Uncle Sammy. This correspondent is identified with the supply of the two air forces in this theatre and has enjoyed the work thoroughly. Some day, not too far removed I hope, it will be my pleasure to sit on the Inn porch again and observe the passing scene, wishing I were age twenty again and as full of wisdom as I was then.
Thanks, Metz, tor taking time out to bring us up to date, and I hope a goodly bunch of us stay-at-homes will be meeting you on the Inn porch soon!
Meanwhile, '23's, after refilling the pen to make out a generous check to the Alumni Fund, why not knock out a bit of news about yourself and help us all to keep in close touch 'till next Reunion? And don't forget the New York Alumni Dinner at the Hotel Pennsylvania, at 6:30 P.M., April 26. Thomas Bunch, Malcolm Hubert and Arthur Scullion are all committeemen, helping to make the dinner a success.
TO LEND A THURBER TOUCH to the pages, Lt. Col. T. T. Metzel '23 sent the above cartoon of himself instead of a photograph. He supplies air fields in one of the censored theatre of operations.
Secretary, 84 Hillside Ave., New Rochelle, N. Y.
Treasurer, 32 Ridgeland Terrace, Rye, N. Y.
