Northern New Jersey
THIS FIRST ISSUE Of a new college year offers an opportunity to express the hope that you all had a good summer and that each will contribute his share toward a banner year for Northern New Jersey.
Let's pick up where the June notes offered a preview of the plans for the Family Picnic scheduled for June 7. On the morning of June 6, when we had to decide on one-week postponement or hang out the green light, the weather man promised Saturday would be one of those "what is so rare as" jobs. Well, Brother, it was—but not the way he described it. Statisticians will tell you it has rained harder and steadier some place in the past 1900 years, but maybe no one was running a picnic in a newly graded soy bean patch at the time. However, some 48 hardy souls gathered under the two big tents for beer and a spread of plentiful and delicious food that would seldom be equalled and never topped. Just talk to any of those who performed gastronomical miracles with the clams, hams, hamburgers, sausages, roast beef and assorted fixings if you'd like a picturesque description of what a few rain drops caused you to miss.
Our host, Bill Blanchard '30, with wife and twins, was on hand early to greet Peg and Lou Wilcox '23, Babs and Horace Allyn '30, Estelle and Don Schott '40, Jean and J. VanCleve '40, Jan and Bob Kaiser '39, Edith and Al Zinggeler '32, Nancy and John Sawyer '36, Miss Carpentier and Bill Bumsted '40, Madeline and Art Wilcox '26, Doc Robie '22 who brought wife»and daughter. Ed Foley '30 and Harry Osborne '33 failed to register their wives' names while others your scribe saw about the tent, some of whom must have brought wives to make up the total but failed to register names, were Jack MacKechnie '31, Hawley Jaquith '31, Gus Wiedenmayer '29, Mike Stearns '08, Jack Hubbard '29, Scott VanDerbeck '30, Shaw Cole '30, J. S. Whiton '32 and Doug Woodring '31.
As the shades of evening settled in on Blanchard Acres, the singing died down and, still shouting of a helluva good time, the happy warriors and their squaws mushed west through the soy beans.
Your 1947 program lists one more event—a golf party followed by dinner. This will lie a little later in the month than originally planned and is being slated for a date during the last two weeks of October. Work on the details is actively under way so watch for the one and only announcement that will be sent to you. If you're not a pasture pool addict, or the boss frowns on mid-week afternoon golf, plan to join the gang for dinner and an evening of fun.
