1935
We now come to the last column of the year. And a rather small column it is, too. Thanks to rival-editor Bob Kugler, who is snaring my loyal correspondents via promises of more and better drinks, local news will be found in your current Tear Bag. But far be it from me to complain. As Tear Bag editor of several years ago I briefly recall feathering my own little nest of intrigue to snare news from a belabored columnist. And anyhow, it's June.
We start with a letter from Harry Ackerman, the first direct word we've had from Young & Rubicam's busy radio exec in some time: "Unfortunately, when our last class dinner was held I was in California. Now the annual Alumni Dinner is scheduled for April 16, and my wife and I will be winging our way south to Jamaica for a vacation. I'm genuinely sorry for I am eager to see you and all the New York gang again. Still at the same old scene—V.P. in Charge of Radio Program Op- erations. If there are any more active jobs in the world I don't know about them. All I can say is that I am grateful for those occasional business trips to California, and when vacation time comes around."
And Wiley Hubbell finally breaks a long silence: "This note has been a long time coming but don't think I didn't toot the old horn plenty loud on July 27, 1946, when Stewart Wagoner Hubbell was born. I spent the better part of reunion weekend warning Brothers Stowell and Moran that they were leading with their chins in prophesying that the Hubbell's second offspring was bound to be a girl. I still say they've only done half a job when all they have is boys. I'm still with General Electric Cos. at Fitchburg, Mass. The plant where small steam turbines, Diesel superchargers and welding sets are manufactured. Have hoped to get to Boston for one of the big gatherings but have been unsuccessful to date."
A card from the Barker Crampton Carricks in Albany announces the birth of Patricia on April 15. Cramp didn't enlarge on details so we assume she's a little honey and will rock the class of '65 on its heels at some future Carnival.
As previously mentioned, the New York Alumni Dinner was held April 16 at the Commodore and even though many of our old regulars were absent we managed to fill two tables with nineteen classmates. Those present were: Bob Naramore, Bob Hage, Bob Richter, George Colton, Mac McCarty, Bud Fraser, Sax Zieman, Jack Egan, Reg Bankart, Sven Karlen, Joe Parachini, Al Brush, Jules Bromberg, Ed Gerson, Monroe Hattenbach, Chuck Brown, Art Flinner, Al Nicoletti, and Jim Irvin. Many of us broke the ice beforehand at the Dartmouth Club and retired there after the banquet to join in the singing which remained pretty well on key until early morning. Our own immediate group finally broke up when we managed to ship Colton back to Hanover on the Midnight.
During the evening word went around that Bud Steinle finally rang the bell on his fourth try and broke a steady stream of male heirs. Christine Steinle arrived on December 5. We are also glad to have had Jim Irvin with us. He has had to spend much of his time traveling in foreign lands in connection with export sales for U. S. Rubber. Recently he has been concentrating on South America and Mexico. Al Nicoletti was a surprise visitor from Weehawken, N. J., who hasn't been seen for 10, these many years. He ducked before I could get the story of his life.
A last word about the Fund. By now the drive for 1947 is nearly over. But, for those of you who haven't contributed, it's not too late to rush a dollar or two to Hanover. We are particularly in need of participation. We want the Fund to be a class-wide activity, because remember, it's not so much the size of your contribution as the fact that you contributed that brings our class rating up. It seems to me that all of us must have at least a dollar's worth of fond Hanover memories, especially now that it's June.
Hope you all have a good vacation.
Secretary, Compton Advertising, Inc. 630 5th Ave., New York 20, N. Y. Treasurer, 1001 North Eye St., Tacoma, Wash,
