1935
Here it is April and a stack of letters in my desk drawer says it's time to get to work. First, however, a few words about the Fund. Every year we go through this and every year we manage to do a little better but we never come out on top. Bob Naramore, class agent this year, has a very complete program drawn up and if all goes well we're heading for our first Green Derby. Our current plea is for participation. The Fund officials feel that if we can hold our position dollar-wise but broaden the base by getting more contributors the Fund will have a brighter and more secure future. The best way to broaden tile base is to increase the number of "regulars," men who can be depended on for contributions every year. If every man who gave last year gives this year we will be well on the way. Then the class agents can concentrate on the non-givers and their work will be much easier. Beyond that, since the Fund applies equally to all of us, it doesn't seem right to put all the dirty work in the hands of a few men. There will be the usual number of agents but Bob expects to call on many others for help with a personal reminder or a phone call. Of course, if anyone in a burst of patriotic fervor should volunteer to help, Bob would not only be delighted to give him something to do, he'd probably have the name engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted on a Hanover tree trunk. As always, early gifts are especially appreciated. They save considerable time, stationery, stamps and nerves of agents. There is little point in scaring the hell out of some poor agent by waiting until the day before the Fund closes to send in your check. He's a good, hardworking guy and will probably lose his hair fast enough for other reasons. Future Fund news will come to you via Bob Kugler, new editor of the Tear Bag. Suffice it for me to say give, and please, give early.
The New York cocktail party February fifteenth was the best thing that has happened to us as a group since Reunion. Fifty-eight people showed up to take care of nearly two hundred Manhattans and Martinis between 4:00 and 8:00. Apparently it wasn't too difficult because, alter some good quarteting and a run-through of Reunion movies, a large delegation headed down town to the old German-American A. C. where most of us had last paid our respects more than twelve years ago. Unpolled Dutch beer kept us going strong until after midnight. George Colton came down from Hanover, Frank Cornwell planned another business trip to the big city, BobKugler arrived from Camden, Bob Naramore dropped down from Bridgeport, Frank Specht took his feet off his Washington desk and left Congressman Sundstrom without a male secretary, and brother Ralph came up from Philly to introduce us to his new fiance, Trudie Erb. The local delegation: Bankart, Beebe, Boidt, Diamond, Eberhart, Fisher, Fitzhugh, Gelof, Hage, Harvey, Hormel, K.arch, Kanen, Maida, Millstein, Parachini, Richter, Richie, Sherwood, Spengeman, Steele, Stockman, and Tosi. There were three male guests and twenty-six female.
Among the comments of those who regretted they couldn't make it: Harry Grij]ith, "Hack in the piano business again"; Carl Funke, "Weekends usually find me pruning apple trees on my [arm so doubt my being with you"; Ed (Person, "Am leaving for the coast on the 14th"; Chick Harrison, "Expect to be in Hanover for Carnival"; Ernie Draper, "Expect to be doing my first skiing in three years in the good old North Country"; FredKayser, "Located temporarily out here in Rockford, 111. Have one for me"; Mac McCarty, "Geo. Hoke in N. Y. on a visit. Ed Carey a real estate tycoon in Dallas. Bob Setlmer ice skating at Rockefeller Center Rink."
Speaking of Sellraer, I ran into him myself the other night. His plans to go to Europe as a foreign correspondent which were broadcast widely over the U. S. have gone bust. So he is still doing stories on assignment for Life. The two latest write-ups are Arthur Murray (and 36 badly needed lessons for old light-foot himself) and the Berlitz School of Languages (where he barely learned three Japanese alphabets in 27 lessons. He can now call for a plate of Sukiyaki by name).
Fay Allen has just been appointed judge of probate court in the Randolph District of Vermont by Governor Gibson. Fay, who was admitted to the bar in 1938, has been county clerk since 1942 and is also second assistant clerk of the State House of Representatives. His home is in Chelsea, Vt.
Jim Berkey sends us a review of the Washington situation:
This noon was the first opportunity I have had in some months to take in the local weekly Dartmouth Club luncheon now meeting at the "New Athens"; '35 was pretty well represented with Lowy Haas among the regular attenders. He's still with United Air Lines and is taking a considerable ribbing on the current empty spaces in the areas they call seats on planes. He is still living at Park Fairfax in Virginia with one wife and one daughter age three. The second '3ser was Dean Couper, now a furriner from Denver where he is working for the Department of Agriculture. His current local business deals with some Agriculture activities and he is apparently hopeful of being transferred back to Washington soon. The third was yours truly who was kicked out of the Navy last August and enjoyed double pay until mid-December. Oh, that terminal leave it hurts so much when it stops. I am currently performing the same job as a civilian that I did while still in the Navy. Am expecting to return to private business shortly however. I, too, have one wife and one threeyear-old daughter. As we were leaving the luncheon who should we see in the street floor dining room but Steve Dorsey looking very well fed and talking over some BIG DEAL with another prosperous looking individual.
The only other gent I have seen in some months is Ed Brunner who also lives in D.C. and works in the Pentagon. He was in the Army until last year ending up in Washington in some stirt of Army Intelligence set-up. Since it looked interesting he is now staying on in a civilian capacity temporarily.
Thank you, Jim. Keep in touch with us.
A note from Johnny Bell:
Have gotten myself out of the construction business, have moved back to my old home town (Boonville, Mo.), and have bought the C. C. Bell Fruit Farm. At this point I'm at least as happy as can be although broke from buying the orchard. We raise apples—lots of 'em I hope I hope I hope. As for other '3sers in this neck of the woods, podner, there ain't. And what's more I probably won't see anyone until this spring and summer when I come out of hibernation and travel about the country selling the apples that I hope to grow. No additions to the family yet. Our only child so far is a very fine Gordon setter that dictates to Kits and me both.
Jules M. Bromberg M.D. has announced the opening o£ his office at 89 Lincoln Park, Newark, N. J. Jules specializes in X-ray Diagnosis and Treatment and Radium Therapy as a staff member of the Newark Clinical Group.
Grant Meade's mother figures it's about time we had some news of her son and has forwarded several clippings which bring us up to date on the ex-Navy Commander. Released from active duty last October he has joined the faculty of Haverford College teaching Government. Grant entered the Navy in December, 1941, as an investigator in the 4th District Intelligence Office. Twenty months later he was ordered to sea as assistant gunnery officer aboard the carrier USS Fanshaw Bay and served with her in the South Pacific, Marshalls and Mariannas. Ordered to the Navy Military Government program in October 1944, he was selected for duty with the Army Military Government in the Japanese Empire as interpreter, public relations and intelligence officer. With the first echelon in Korea, Grant was made Chief of the Bureau of Information and Public Relations in vital Chulnam Province and for his services was awarded the Army Commendation Ribbon and two succeeding Oak Leaf clusters, being the only officer in Korea so honored. Grant is married to theformer Elise Story Metzger and has a daughter also named Elise. They live in the suburbsof Philadelphia.
The Boyd in the hand of E. C. & BOYD(Mfgs. Agts. Bob Pins, Hdkchfs, Notions, 915Olive St., St. Louis, Mo.) ROGERS writes:
Saw _ Colton and Cameron in Chicago at the Alumni Council meeting. There was a cocktail and dinner party that night for Chicago Alumni but '35 must have been having sitter trouble. I saw Ed Skillin. Period. Back in St. Louis on January 27 '35 was well represented at a dinner for President Dickey at the University Club. I haven't made an exact survey but I believe the '35 delegation is the largest one in the club. On hand for the Dickey dinner were Jim Alfring, Bill Chapman, Harry Deckert, Phil Hemphill, Jack Irish, Frank Meyers, Norm Scott and yours truly. Cornwell and Kerwin, usually on deck, were away on business. Jack Irish just moved back to St. Louis a few weeks ago after being away for some years. He's back at the old butcher stand, St. Louis Independent Packing Cos.
Al Sherwood and Jean Rider picked up a marriage license on Valentine's Day for sentimental reasons and were married on February twenty-first. They are now "at home" at Hotel 10 Park Ave., New York City. The Bachelor's Club has lost its second member in as many months. That organization is rapidly going to pot.
That takes care of the mail and my two daughters are dying to take care of this typewriter. If it's anything like our alarm clock they could reduce it to about 2,985 separate pieces in three minutes flat. And since I need it for future correspondence it's time to quit and hide it. See you again in May.
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