1941
As I was saying when I was so rudely interrupted three years ago, why don't some of you guys get off your dime and write a letter now and then?
A grateful salaam, by way of preface, to Messrs. Stillman and Else for having taken the rap for me these many months—especially to Vinnie, who now has more class notes time than I do and rates the collective thanks of the class for having kept things operating through the late parlous times. Herewith the thanks, Vinnie—from all of us.
As for the future, your secretary unblushingly admits to complete ignorance on the subject of our forthcoming Glorious Fifth. All I know is what I read in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. However, couriers have been dispatched to Hanover and to Johnny White, and all dope will be passed along as received. Since this column is a good month away from publication at the moment, it's quite conceivable that some word may have come your way before you read this. More likely not; but one sure thing is that the time is getting along to where you'd better start thinking about your personal plans. We won't turn on the huba-huba talk yet, but don't forget the date—July 12-13- 14—and don't forget that you're expected.
And now for the bleak present. About all you're going to get this month is a survey of those in and around New York, a note or two from personal correspondence, and the usual Alumni Records Office gleanings. I may be able to sneak it by one time, but I sure don't want to try it again and I'm even surer that you won't want to get it again. So, brethren, it's up to you. These are the days, it says here, when people are getting out and getting settled and there ought to be plenty of news kicking around. Let's get as many '41s checked in and on record as possible. Do you want to go around all your life muttering, "Wonder what ever happened to good ole Joe?" Do you want to waste valuable time at Reunion catching up on everybody when you could just as well be holding down the beer tent? No? Then move out, men, move out. Make with the mail!
Things haven't changed much. People getting engaged, getting married, having babies. Things haven't changed, much. News still coming in like this, that arrived as I write: Lt. Wallace Jones USNR, who has been missing in action since March 3, 1945, is now listed as killed in action on a bombing mission from Guadalcanal against enemy shipping. The sympathy of the class goes to his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace T. Jones, who are at 455 East 57th St., New York.
Who's engaged? Lt. Robert Bruce Tepper, just back from 26 months with the Navy in the South Pacific, for one—to Miss Elaine Ogus, of Washington, D. C. Lt. Tom Lawley, for another, to Lt. Gertrude B. Petersen, of San Francisco. She's an Army nurse, stationed at Pasadena, Calif.; he's with the Army Medical Corps at Fort Dix, N. J.
The latest clipping I have announces only the engagement of Lt. Bob Lawrence (that's Bob Leventhal as was, just to keep the record straight) and Majorie Jean Bernstein, of New York City, and Stratford, Conn. The wedding was set for February, however, so I take it the congratulations are already in order. Bob was in Italy with the 105 th Anti-aircraft Battalion of the Fifth Army.
February 5 was the wedding date for Clem Costello and Margaret Mary McPadden, of Lowell, Mass. Clem is back on the Lowell Sun, holding forth as executive editor, after finishing off four years in the Navy. Their address will be 279 Nesmith St., Lowell.
My spies tell me it's a daughter at the Hugh Murphys. Hugh is a supervisor of reservations for American Airlines at LaGuardia Field. A full report is on its way, but the calendar says I can't wait for it. More details next month.
Frank and Henny Watters were back East for the arrival of Nancy Simpson, which makes it two in the Watters family younger generation. Frank is still Navy doctoring and has reported back for another tour of duty on the West Coast. He passed the word that Spider Paul is among the civilians once more, resettled at Harvard Law.
Higher education has also reclaimed Bill Durkee. He's at Yale.
Mills Ten Eyck was terminal-leaving in Schenectady, at last reports, after 33 months worth of Brazil, the Aleutians and the Philippines with the Navy. Julian Koenig may once more be seen about town in civilian clothes, a considerable improvement. Jupe Lewis is out of the Indian Army and back on native soil. The Navy still has Fred Begole, but he's strategically located in New Jersey and constantly appearing for Thursday-to-Monday weekends in New York.
Mouse Hall has turned up working for Albert, Frank, Guenther, Law, a financial advertising outfit here in the city. He was a CIC sleuth in Germany—now completely domesticated, building a house in Lynnbrook, and scouting Long Island material for future Big Green football teams. He acted as '41 agent at the Columbia-Dartmouth basketball game and brought back news of having met Stu May (still in Navy uniform), Red O'Connor (still in Army uniform) and Red Taft (out of uniform).
Quickies: Ed Phelan is general manager for WESK., Salem, Mass Joe Griffith with Western Electric in Plainfield, N. J Bill Best operating out of Westfield, N. J., as a commercial representative for A. & T Buzz Willis, according to the grapevine, back in McCann, Erickson's advertising fold.
And that, gentlemen, brings us to the bottom of the barrel.
What are you doing these days, bub?
Secretary, 14 E. 77th St., New York, N. Y.
Treasiirer, 17 E. Wheelock St., Hanover, N. H,
