1935
Well, good friends, here we go into the last month of the year without a Christmas present bought or even thought of. Be that as it may, we know that the stores are still open on the 24th so there's still plenty of time, and right now it's the old column that calls. To begin with, my heartfelt thanks to the more than four-hundred of you who have returned the questionnaire to date. I realize that it took time and am particularly pleased by the fact that almost everyone answered all questions fully and in the spirit with which they were asked. Babs and I are now spending our evenings calling off answers to each other over tabulating machines and working the slide rules. The first statistical glances at the class will appear in January so if you haven't returned the questionnaire there's still time, but hurry. So far there are no startling or upsetting facts to show that the race of mankind is headed in a new direction but the results are quite interesting regardless. By the way, some of you have wondered why the returns were sent to the Alumni Office in Hanover instead of to me. It so happened that the class records were in Hanover at that time being renovated and brought up to date and it saved me one hell of a lot of work to have them put in the new addresses, family additions, etc.
We were well represented in Hanover over the Penn game weekend, October 11, and it turned into somewhat of an Old Home Week and Open House for the Coltons. Ralph andTrudie Specht with brother Frank and a nephew arrived Friday afternoon, staying in Norwich when they weren't beating their way around the campus. After the game they piled up to George and Ruth's along with BobHage. Frank and Bob got off in a corner and argued politics most of the evening, Frank being stuffed with that Washington malarkey and Bob trying to unstuff him. Randy andPhoebe rStow ell drove down from Dixfield to see the game and swung by Colton's on their way out of town. I don't know how the lumber business is, but Randy was driving a whopping new Buick. And, in spite of the fact that the old buzzard of the woods is rapidly getting as bald as a bird's egg, some barber managed to trim the fringe into a crew haircut. Frank, who modestly admits he hasn't lost any weight since going into politics, figured a week or two of axe-swinging in a virgin forest would take off his "new look" and dared Randy to put him to work with a lumber crew. Stowell, picturing a few acres of forest being cleared free of charge, admitted he'd be delighted to help in the sweating off process, so now there's a bet on. If Randy doesn't write Specht and invite him up for a sweat session, Frank wins five dollars. If he does, Frank loses both the bet and the weight. Bob Naramore (that hardy Hanover perennial whose name has appeared more often in this column than the word "and") arrived in the evening squiring a nurse from the Mary Hitchcock Hospital, who was introduced with a straight face as his "cousin". Far be it from us to question such a good story (and such an old one) so we have put Nary's wife, Corinne, to work with a ball bat to verify it. Also seen at the Penn game: Ralph and Barbara Colby,Harry and Gloria Reynolds, and CharlieNayor—all up from Boston, and Cramp Carrick—over from Albany.
The Philadelphia Spechts have bought a row house in Collingswood, N. J., which was still under construction last we heard. They had hopes of moving in about November first but you know how building is these days. Meanwhile, they've been hiding out in a oneroom Philly apartment.
Bill Nevin is now back at work in New York and living in Dobb's Ferry after several years of traveling for American Home Foods. At present he is Merchandising and Sales Promotion Manager for "Boy-Ar-Dee" foods (on our shelf it's spaghetti, ravioli, etc.).
I got called on the carpet for describing Dick Eberhart's new daughter last month with full credit to Doc Mills' obstetrical work but with no mention what-so-ever of the good wife who was responsible for the construction work.
Dick Lauterbach, lately of Time and a Nieman Fellowship at Harvard, has just left Luce, Inc. to become Editor-in-Chief of '47, the new co-operative magazine which hit the newsstands this last year.
The 1935 Cocktail Party went off as per schedule, October 18, at the Dartmouth Club of New York, and we managed to round up 46 people for the celebration. Manhattans and martinis were scuttled until about eight o'clock. Then most of us moved over to the old Brew House on 54th Street, where the waiters moved a long row of old oaken tables together so that twenty-six of us could sit down, eat, drink, and carve our initials in the table tops with nail files. The party was made up of: Al and Jean Sherwood, Art and Naomi Fisher, Greg Karch and guest, Bob and Corinne Naramore, Chick and Joan Harrison,Rem Ryder (in for the day on business from Detroit), Gordy and Doris Hamlin, Al and Jean Ritchie, Walt Pruden, Jim and Helen Boldt, Dick and Hortense Eberhart, Carl and Esther Spengeman, Bob and Marion Ross, Irv and Dorothy Sager, Em and Helen McMullen,Marshall and Dit Frost, Frank Specht, DickLevison, Joe and Susan Parachini, Bob and Audrey Richter, Mac McCarty, Phelps and Catherine Luria, Gordon and Harriet York,Bill and Janet Nevin, Reg and Babs Bankart. There'll be another party next spring. Put a note in your hat band and look for the date on the can.
A word on Duke Lansberry, Detroit bachelor, whose head is in a mad race with Randy Stowell's to see which can expose the most skin. Duke, after Navy service on a Destroyer Escort which took him from the Mediterranean to the Atlantic to the Pacific, decided to make a change and joined the Ford Motor Company in sales work. (He can not get you a new car, so break it up, boys.) At present he is traveling all over Michigan. He has just finished a two weeks' Naval refresher course out of Newport, Rhode Island, which left him time for a weekend in Hanover and a look at the Yale game in New Haven. He also managed to stop in at the class dinner in New York in November.
Mac McCarty reports seeing Jimmy West in the Hotel Statler, Boston, the night before the Harvard game. (Sounds like old times.) Jimmy has finally solved the housing situation by building himself a place in historic Lexington.
Jack Eagan ran into Johnny Magel on a recent business trip to Chicago. Jack spent an evening with Johnny and his family in their home in La Grange. The family consists of the old man, his wife Ginny, and two boys aged four and one. Johnny works in the windy city with a family outfit called Frank Magel & Sons, wholesale distributors for greeting cards, books, stationery, etc.
Paul Lynch, not seen around the New York get-togethers for some time, showed up at the last class dinner. Paul has been an attorney with the National Broadcasting Company for two years, living on the East side with his wife and five-months-old son, Barry.
Seen at the Yale game: Charlie Nayor, Paul Lynch, Mac McCarty, Bob Sellmer (sporting a genuine black curly beard which attracted the attention of all New Haven street urchins), A1 Ritchie, George Colton, Bob Hage, Bill Nevin, Bob Naramore (I told you so. Here he comes again), Bud Steinle, Ted Steele, Dick Eberhart. Undoubtedly there were many others, but they weren't seen by the people that I see.
That's all for now. Hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and as prosperous a New Year as rising prices will allow.
EDUCATION MANAGER: Henry N. Muller Jr. '35, former manager of graduate student training, has been promoted to manager of the entire educational department of Westinghouse Electric Corp.
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