1936

We'd much prefer extricating ourself from a pile of mail to digging out from under the first heavy snow. The latter is necessary the former, we hope for in the future.

The mail man did bring an annual report from Joe Cunningham, whose experiences in finding a home and settling down may parallel those of many of us. What he has to say—and the way he says it—makes pleasant reading. So

Dear Fellow Ancients: Having just had another birthday, I have decided that this is about the time in life where one stops counting such things and just succumbs to the ravages of time by admitting only to being over 30. I'll admit that this age does not seem as near senility as it did when I was only 20, but I do notice that the office boys are beginning to call me "Sir."

All this is beside the point, of course, since the class of '36 is one body which I can be sure is advancing in the same way, though I'm proud to admit that I do not have a double chin or a bay window, whereas I do have all my hair and teeth. But enough of the morbid.

The main reason for the letter is to bring those interested somewhat up to date on the adventures of the Clan Cunningham, and to provide my annual letter for such use as may be made of it. I had planned to get to Reunion-—even went to a great deal of trouble to arrange the dates of my vacation quite some time in advance, and otherwise make the necessary preparations. However, about six weeks before the date set for Reunion, certain real estate feelers I had been throwing out bore results. I had a five-room bungalow in suburban Washington where such places were bringing rather fantastic prices. I wanted a place further out in the country, with more rooms and more land. I found a place that was very much to our liking, and not more than 100% above what I could afford, so I took it. In a few hectic weeks, I sold my place, completed the purchase of the new one, and moved into it. The moving took place on June 28 and precluded my getting to Hanover.

As a result of all this, I now have the background of the country squire. The property has a lot more land than I know what to do with, running to some 37 acres. It's not a farm, by any manner of means, though I suppose it could be run as such if I had any idea of how you go about growing things. Being a city boy, however, I don't know from nothing. The place does border on the Patuxent River at a place where there's a nice swimming hole, so my vacation problems are solved for some years to come. It's a real nice place, and the house is large enough to provide a couple of guest rooms. If any '36ers need a place while in D.C. (this applies to both Republicans and Democrats), I'll be glad to put them up. (Don Robbins please note—you can have a real room of your own this time.)

This capitalistic acquisition is the only Event in my life recently. I'm still working for the National Radio Institute, still married to the same wife and still have the same two children. Other than this there is really nothing to say, so I'll close it at that. I haven't seen many '36ers, even though there are several in the general vicinity. They're as hard to drag away from their homes as I am from mine.

Thanks, Joe, for having taken time to write. It's good to hear from you.

Pete Wright seems to be one guy to whom leading a double life comes naturally; so, he's doin' what*comes naturally. Part of the time, he spends in New York doing public relations work for the Petroleum Institute (we think that's the firm); part time, he works his New Jersey farm. We understand he raises chickens, rather profitably, too!

Dr. Joe Wool, returned to New London, Conn., is setting up general practice there. He has also been appointed city physician. For nine months previously, since returning from 46 months in the Army, Joe had been chief resident at St. Joseph's Hospital in Reading, Pa Dr. Joe Haddad is doing residency work in some New York hospital. That's scanty information. How about filling in, Joe?.... Dr. Clarence Lucas has a well established practice out in Indianapolis. Like many of us, he looks forward to the day when his son will be Hanover-bound

Vin Wentworth is now president and treasurer of Wentworth-Jennings Motor Co., exclusive dealers for Lincoln and Mercury in Newton, Needham, Watertown and Wellesley, Mass John Arnold, is a sales representa- tive for IBM in Evansville, Ind BudHorn, one of many '36ers in advertising, is with the New York firm of F. W. Dodge Corp. .... Rodd Ladd, his wife and two sons are settled in Larchmont, N. Y. Rod is with Zinsser & Co., Inc., chemical manufacturers in Hastings-on-Hudson, N. Y George Cole is with Opinion Research, Princeton, N. J., but we don't believe he's influenced by his geographical location at Dartmouth football games

Any of you who read the New Yorker magazine must have noticed Jim Gidney's poem in a late December issue. Watch its pages for more of the same, by the same. Incidentally, Jim continues to have considerable trouble with that mysterious back ailment. He went to Mayo Clinic in another attempt to get some relief. We all wish Jim well.

Coincidence in chronology one for Ripley: January Bth is an important date in RussCapelle's family. His father, himself and his son all were born on that day Word from Morris Stein indicates that he's still with the Torrington (Conn.) Supply Co., the same firm he joined upon graduation

George McCleary just dropped in. He's a country gent, on the advertising sales staff of Country Gentlemen. Living up to his profession, he's a suburbanite, commuting to New York from Darien, Conn. He reports having welcomed to that same community LockyBarr (whose moving to Darien was reported in an earlier column). Locky has his house chores cut out for him, for a long time to come. It seems that a giant oak tree—4 feet in diameter—fell in his front yard. Wood-choppers are welcome. While up in Providence, Mac saw George Tillinghast. Tilly is a big operator there, dividing time between the plumbing business and an up-and-coming rug business.

Jocko Morrison's association with the Bank of New York terminates on February ist, when he goes into business with his father. Henceforth, Jocko will be active in reorganizing businesses and all the etceteras that go with it., ... Perhaps '36 is on its way to cornering legal affairs up in Manchester, N. H.: There's Joe Millimetj with Devine & Millimet and ArtGreene, with McLane, Davis & Carlton.

And that winds up another chapter. Let's hear from YOU!

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