1940
The first news of fall 1947, we hope, will have reached you via a special edition of our Indian Drum before this gets into print. The plans for fall parties in connection with the various games are in such a state at this writing that it would be wishful thinking to outline them here. Suffice it to say that we're planning at least to make the opportunities available for 1940 to have some parties of its own at every game where facilities can be found and lined up.
The end of the summer lull found us in much the same shape as the start—newsless. Letters of request to our faithful in the hinterland brought forth the following:
Don Rainie, smiled upon by the NewHampshire Bar Examiners, is set up with hisfather in a flourishing Concord practice. Hereports, Rainie style:
"Earl RheJngold continues with his father in the furniture business locally. He reports that Ed Curtis showed up for the furniture show not long ago, down from his Portland furniture manufactory. Earl also informed- me that Manny Mansfield (bet Tuss could use him this season!) is still in Nashua with one of the J. F. McElwain shoe factories. From another source comes news to the effect that Bob Kelley, wife and two kids are ensconced in a shack somewhere between Albany and Schenectady while Robert completes his second years of training in a G. E. training school. Following the schooling, Bob hopes for a permanent assignment in the vicinity of Boston.
"Elliott Foster is now entering the last phase of his Fellowship in Surgery at Mary Hitchcock. Working under the watchful eye of Dr. Tyson must be some change from that MC assignment at the POW camp in Stark, N. H.! Kneeland Swenson and Marie now have two cute progeny, Kurt and Karen, who occupy most of the parents' leisure. Bud recently had a bout with hepatitis but is on the mend and should be among the Forty footballers come October."
And Jack Rourke, whose dulcet tones will sell Rexall from coast to coast again this fall, says: "Fred Fuld is currently on vacation in New York from his Price-Waterhouse job. He passed the CPA exams with flying colors and is one of PWs prize lads out here. Frank Reeves is about to get a managership of one of the Rexall Drug Stores in Los Angeles, after a year now with Rexall doing a good job. Dee Jones is still at Walt Disney's, in the Book Department. Dink Wiener passed through for a day—stopped in to see Frank at the drug store. Jerry Schnitzer is back in Hollywood on a writing assignment. Phil Albee is going to college at Pasadena."
Dick Bowman writes of his projected abandonment of that doomed outfit, the 1940 Bachelors Marching and Chowder Society, having secured the promise of Miss Lee Richmond, also of Hempstead. A November wedding is planned. All Manhattanites with vacant apartments please take note.
Dick says the summer is a time for no news, but....
"a recent note from Ben Bacon, the type tycoon of Derby, Conn., tells that he's at last found a house to live in. Chap Wentworttis wife was east a while ago, and Chap was supposed to follow through at the end of August with a trip to the big city, but nothing happened. Bert Blake and I exchanged commuter-type hellos on sth Avenue bus No. 4 every so often. Bert is now living in Westbury, L. I. Bob Dingwall is still working for C. W. Hoyt agency as assistant media man. Nothing new on myself, except the little item above. Still working as copywriter for Foote, Cone & Belding, and still trying to figure out whether or not to leave the uniforms in storage."
Ex-tycoon of Hanover launderings, Art Ostrander
and Dotti, were summer visitors inMontpelier. Art's "new look" concerningwhich countless friends have warned us in thepast year was all gone by the time he had travelled from Cleveland to northern Vermont.We expected pin stripe and homburg. We gota modernized, though hardly dissimilar, version of his 1939 model drinking suit. It wasgood to know that selling Art and Robert Heller from coast to coast hasn't added more thanan easily shed veneer.
Art, in warming up for a Dartmouth shindig last spring, upended an outspoken neighbor, and was ably defended, he says, by EbCock ley.
Don Fox writes: "I have seen Paul Dickerman here in New York and he is now travelling for International Silver instead of working in the general offices. I believe he covers most of New York state. Bill Hutchinson called not long ago. He is now with the Executive Book Club, in a capacity unknown to me. I have played bridge with Bill Maxson on several occasions and find that he and his wife are very, very good golfers. I saw Bob Gensel in Bridgeport the other day and he reports that Johnny Willetts is selling for a seat cover or similar outfit around Boston."
One way or another we learned this summer that: Don and Alice Shippam have a daughter, Sandra, born June 24 out in Brainerd, Minnesota, where Don works for a chain store; she weighed two pounds five ounces at birth and pulled through with the help of a lengthy stay in the incubator; John Little and Juliana von Kienbusch of New York are to be married in October; Harry Hoyt, the Frank Wrights,Alec Clark, Hughie Dryf00s, the Jim Youngs, and the Cal Sterlings were Hanover Inn visitors this summer; Dr. E Banta has set up in general practice in Red Bank, N. J.; JohnnyBaybutt took a bride way back last April in Washington, the former Anne Noland of Arlington, Va.; Mel Wax has joined Bill Chapin on the Rutland Herald; and Jack Willson took over the presidency of the St. Albans Giants, a Northern League team, last spring; Jack's building for another year after finishing, shall we say, somewhat behind seventh.
And, speaking of Jack or jack, remember that this comes to you under the auspices of those four little bucks we come around for each year. If you haven't, send it now to Willson, St. Albans. Vermont.
HONEYMOONERS: Phil Dostal '40 and his new wife, the former Betty Moore, who were wed April 17 in the Chapel of Grace Cathedral in San Francisco, shown on the Matsonia as they sailed for the Hawaiian Island. They live in Burlingame, Calif.
Secretary, 16 Elm St., Montpelier, Vt. Treasurer, 42 Congress St., St. Albans, Vt.
