1935

Here it is Mid-May and most of us should be in the grip of old man Spring Fever. Was a time when you could organize a quick weekend to Hamp, fill the old gas-trap up with girls and beer, and head for an open pasture on the outskirts of town. But these days, with the exception of a New York bus driver who hit the road in a moment of wanderlust and landed in Florida, 99 44/100 of us are limited to gazing out of an office window.

We do have our exceptions, however. BobHage, for example, after many years with Vick Chemical in New York, flew the coop in mid-March and has begun working for that small college as executive secretary of the Hopkins Center Committee. Bachelor Bob will spend a good deal of his time traveling about the country visiting alumni groups and individuals, the remainder in Hanover where he is temporarily living at the Inn or in a dormitory or in the Baker stacks or something. (You know—the shortage!) And within two weeks he managed to find a mail box with a secretary in it:

_ Getting re-established up here has been as exciting as I had anticipated and as you yourself had predicted it would be—even though this is not the best time of year in Hanover. I have the office formerly occupied by Al Dickerson, and from my desk I can get the same wonderful view of the campus which Al has so well described in the Bulletin. As I write this the workmen are just straightening out the duck boards which criss-cross the campus, and are raking much of the debris which has accumulated during the winter months.

We have had four '3sers visiting Hanover in the two weeks since I have been here. Dick Lauterbach gave several lectures on Russia the latter part of March. He is spending most of his time studying and not so much lecturing right now, however. Sax Zieman stayed at the Hanover Inn overnight March 25. He was heading back to New York after a business trip. His card introduces him as "Technical Representative, Thermoplastics Department, Bakelite Corp." Don Hagerman and Ibba were here at the same time. Don was looking for counselors to work at Tabor's Summer School. He's headmaster at their summer session. A real surprise was to see Bob Naramore yesterday morning. He had flown from Bridgeport in his company's plane and was flying back in the afternoon—just as casual as that. He had some athlete in tow.

More about Birdman Bod later. RalphSpecht is having his troubles as my correspondent and the Tear Bag is now one up:

I was all set to send you some hot news about the gang in this vicinity because an annual dinner was held March 6 at the Racquet Club in Philly. Before dinner a group was gathered at the usual place, among them Bob Kugler. After one libation I took out paper and pencil to supply you with priceless jottings when Bob informed me that he was now writing the Tear Bag and suggested that my notes be turned over to him. (The rat.) I said I couldn't because I hadn't written to you in some time. (Atta boy, Ralph you're my man.) But as I was proceeding with my notes Bob again approached me and, as I was about to say a definite 'No,' handed me a bourbon and soda. (Watch your step, boy, he's tricky.) That, of course, made me reconsider, but after he handed me the second and third, I was firmly convinced that he needed some assistance—(Kugler, you snake, you Mata Hari)—so the following were present: myself, Ed Elsenhans, Art Flinner, Bob Kugler (put that name in diamond point, typesetter), A 1 Bonniwell, Ralph Moran, Grant Meade, Bud McClarin. For further details see the Tear Bag. With lotions of love, your Philadelphia correspondent. (Lotions, bah, you're fired!)

A pink and blue "Look Who's Here" card has arrived from the Mink Hawleys. It's a baby girl named Mary Roberts and she was born March 8 making it one apiece for the Minks.

A clipping from the Red Bank, N. J., Register lists among those who recently passed their New Jersey counsellor examinations, RobertW. Maida of Eatontown. Bob is with the firm of Parsons, Labrecque, Canzona and Combs.

Here's another wedding. On February 16, Mort Blum was married to Miss Irene Baicker of Scranton, Pa. The bride is a graduate of Mt. Sinai Hospital School of Nursing and served in the war as a first lieutenant in the Army Nurse Corps. After Dartmouth Mort went through Yale Law School and is now with the firm of Blum Brothers in Wilkes- Barre. He was discharged from the Army Air Forces with the rank of major.

A letter from AI Clark who is now in Deadwood, South Dakota, a place I had thought was one step up from the pony express, but I'm wrong as rain:

I went on active duty February 28, '42, as a second Louie and was released on June 17, '46, as a major. After the usual camp to camp state-side duties for two years, I went to Europe with the 66th Division for the balance of my time. Spent several months in Vienna and, of course, took the usual trips to Switzerland, Rome, Paris, London, etc. (Around "the world in 8 words!) My wife, Margaret, and I decided against returning to Chicago and finally purchased the Firestone Dealership here. Everything is going well and we are quite happy about our decision. The skiing has been excellent this winter and our ski club was able to establish a 2300-foot tow on Terry Peak which is close by. It isn't as good skiing as the New Hampshire mountains but it compares favorably. My copies of the MAGAZINE have just started coming recently. I have been out of touch with the College so long that I feel like a foreigner.

Dave Smith reports in for the West Coast and for his new business:

We have very nice offices in the Russ Building, the largest office building west of the Mississippi, and all we need now is to get 100 or so new accounts. The new offspring finally made his appearance on March 2. He has been entered in the class of '69 under the name of Seldon Whitney Smith, and already is very proficient in his Wahhoo-wahs. Bill Gahagan, instead of going to Havana as he had planned last time I saw him, has gone into the firm of Lee and Losh, advertising representatives. .No other news except that at the moment I am secretary-treasurer of the Stanford Business School Alumni Association, Treasurer of a political organization, and a Trustee of the First Congregational Church which is putting on a timeconsuming campaign to raise funds for a new organ and additions to our plant. What with these things and a family of six, plus a new business, I find I have only a limited amount of time for such important things as fishing, piano playing and singing.

More babies via Bob Boehm: My third child made her appearance a couple of months ago. Name—Diane Gail. All members of the family are doing nicely including father who has taken more kidding because this is his third daughter than Eddie Cantor did on his fifth. However my wife and I have taken a solemn pledge that we will leave well enough alone and not make another attempt for a male heir. We know when we're licked. In addition we have just moved the family mansion from an apartment in Flushing to our own house in Hewlett, Long Island. We're very satisfied with the change which is far better for the kids.

A couple of small items from Naramore, the Bridgeport Flyer, who is now running the Alumni Fund Drive from the airways:

On my way to Detroit last week in our new plane we holed up in Buffalo overnight and I took the opportunity of going out and spending a few hours with Bud and Gladys Childs. A swell name for an obstetrician, that. He sneaked away from the hospital for awhile and we drank up some of his cooking whiskey. Don't forget the Alumni Fund!

That guy Naramore sure travels a helluva long way to get a drink.

A few weeks ago St. Louis Dan Kerwin and Boston Bob McLellan arrived in New York simultaneously on business. After the three of us polished a local bar for a bit I persuaded 'em both to come home to dinner with me where we bulled a good session until they nearly missed the last train back to town, thanks to my reading the time table upside down. Mr. Tomato looked plump and healthy, only has an occasional twinge of arthritis when he stays on his feet too long. (We made him drink sitting down.) He was trying to round up business for his printing outfit back home. Little Mac, still auditing for the New England Mutual Life Insurance Company, was checking a few books in the N. Y. office.

And that brings us up to date for another month.

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