1929
It was half past seven of a Tuesday morning late in October as I knocked on the door of Herb Ball's room in the Dartmouth Club in New York. Just off the milk train from Boston, I was eagerly anticipating the comforts o£ the shave and shower which Herb had generously offered when we found that there were no hotel rooms to be had on short notice. Despite the fact that it was practically the crack of dawn for a club-living New Yorker, Herb awoke easily and cheerfully and whispered me into his room, past the bed of his slumbering roommate, and into the midst of the ample appointments of their private bath. Later, much refreshed and in clean linen, we enjoyed a hearty breakfast before going over to Herb's office where he holds forth as Assistant General Counsel for American Home Products, Inc. The same sort of New York welcome was repeated at lunchtime around a table seating Carl Pittlekow,Jim Hodge, Harry Enders and Jack Hubbard. All of which sets a high standard of hospitality for the rest of us. In response, I hasten to announce that my bathmat is out for the early guest and the back room alight for the weary traveler.
This has been a very sporty month around these parts—sporty football, I mean. In Han- over for the Penn game, daughter Anita gained her first impression of Dartmouth football from an entirely different point of view than we did in the victorious fall of 1925. Three weeks later at the Yale game, however, she got the situation under control by relax- ing and reading the program whenever Yale had the ball, watching the play only when Dartmouth's backs went tearing by. She said she didn't get so tired that way and besides she enjoyed" it more just watching the good part. After the Penn game, outside Memorial Field, quite a group gathered round: Tom Maynard, unchanged as ever in appearance and full of tall stories as usual; Chris and John Dickey; Marge and Bing Carter accompanied by three beautiful daughters and a son as blonde as his old man; Burkie and Sonny Hetfield, still debonaire despite his judicial grey hairs: Gene and Dudley Orr; Cynthia and JackBlair, Mary and Dick Barrett, Loretta and Squeek Redding, and Carl Michael. Other recent visitors to Hanover have included BrooksWhite and his wife; Shep Stone, whose address to the seniors in the "Great Issues" course has been reported in an earlier issue of the MAGAZINE; Ed Spetnagel and his wife; Wes Nord and his wife; Phil Hoffman and his wife; Harry Enders and his wife; Carl Norden, all the way from Havana, Cuba; Willsie Brisbin and wife; John Cook and wife; Rollin J. Reading and wife; Charles Harden and HoraceHoch.
Squeek Redding's Harvard game week-end events here in Boston were a great success and a vote of thanks is due Squeek and his committee of Phil Gage and Ollie Holmes for making the arrangements which brought so many of the Class together. The Class Supper, which was held at the City Club that Friday evening, had practically a nation-wide representation; Hal Hirsch was there, all the way from Portland, Oregon; Jerry Swope from New York; John Dickey from Hanover, and Willsie Brisbin from Brattleboro, Vt. The local boys were Art Rose, accompanied by a towering son; Phil Gage, Chris Born, MortonJaquith, Ollie Holmes, Squeek Redding, BartStoodley, Don Simpson, Hank Stein, JohnnyDavis and Pres Randlett. After gaining the support of those at his table, Johnny Davis instructed me to publish his claim to the Class Baby Girl: Jean, born August 27, 1930. Does anyone challenge this claim?
It was especially good to see Hal Hirsch, who manufactures the White Stag line of sport togs and outdoor clothing. It was his first Harvard week-end in Boston since 1928, but he plans to schedule his business trips East hereafter to coincide with the football season. Another welcome face, absent these many years, was Bart Stoodley who was playing hookey from the Wellesley campus where he is now ensconced as a lecturer of Sociology, at the same time carrying on his studies at Harvard for his Ph.D. Bart is very happy to have made the change from the practice of law to teaching, which he did right after he got out of the Navy in the spring of 1946.
The luncheon which Squeek had arranged with the Class of '27 was a very enjoyable affair at the Hampshire House, Beacon St., with special bus service right to the Stadium. The '29'ers there were the Jaquiths, the Orrs, the Fosters, the Barretts, the Lovejoys, the Reddings, the Hirsches, the Dickeys, and Al Finlay and Judge Brisbin. Because of the excitement of the game itself I am not even trying to remember who I saw at the Stadium. And as for the Yale Bowl, it's such a big place that I was lucky to even catch sight of that old stalwart, Mike Ferrini, who, so long as he keeps his hat on, looks not a year older than he did back in the good old days.
Bill Morgan has been moved from Kalamazoo to New York City by his St. Regis Paper Company, and he now resides at 464 River Road, Fair Haven, New Jersey.
A note just received from Bernie Berman announces his marriage in Waterbury, Conn., on October 12, to Nelly Cota Guigui of Paris (The Sorbonne, 1940), "a little late but still a war bride." The following good news from Van Jamieson brings that long-lost brother's record up to date:
"Since the war my life has been rather hectic and disjointed as far as business is concerned. Now that seems to be stabilized for the moment. I manage the Mayflower Division of Consolidated Laundries Corp., 311 E. 94th Street, N.Y.C.; Atwater 9-9495. In addition I operate 15 retail stores in Metropolitan New York. We have had publicity in Coronet,Collier's and the Herald Tribune, as we rent linens to families at less than the normal laundering cost. We also process shirts and dry cleaning. Today I leased two more stores and have options on three additional ones. As my plant was recaptured from the Army and is now one of the largest processors in New York City, my life has been hectic.
"The highlight of my family life was the birth on April 12, 1947, of my darling daughter, Marcia Ann. Of course she is the most adorable little girl, etc.—l bore everyone—and show pictures. Ethel and I have been very happy about it as you can readily imagine."
It is with great sorrow that the death of Henry Putnam is reported. An obituary notice will appear in In Memoriam in the next issue of the MAGAZINE.
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