1933
We'll skip around a bit this month. For our first report we go to San Francisco where, al- most simultaneously, B. L. "Abe" Winslow '2O and our own Bob Allen picked up their shears and clipped this item from a chit-chat col- umn in the Chronicle for September 19. Note the company Paine Knickerbocker keeps when he breaks into print, and the effervescent flavor of this West Coast prose: "Sanfran- ciscana: Last Thursday the newsboy at Sutter and Powell was tickling passersby with: 'Wux- try, California 98 years old today. Anybody dat age gets a free poipuh!'—Henry ('The Egg and I') Wallace has reserved a three room suite, eight single rooms and eight double rooms at the Palace for October s—quite an entourage—The reason garbage disposal units were finally approved for S. F. (long after every other U. S. city approved 'em) is that a reporter named Paine Knickerbocker wanted one for his home—and got his city desk, and others, to heckle the City Hall's Tom Brooks with 'How come?' questions; Uncle Tom eventually folded under the pressure, and now local stores are selling the gimmicks like crazy.—Height of nonchalance: A sailor and his gal in a long, romantic clinch at the corner of Sixth and Mission a couple of midnights ago—entirely oblivious to a large audience making cracks about his smacking technique. After a five-minute kiss the goobering gob came up for air, looked at the critics' circle and remarked, a little pointlessly: 'We're waiting for a streetcar.' Und zo?" Anyway, that's how disposal units came to Knickerbocker and the march of progress to S. F., if you're interested in how the whims of '33s make themselves felt upon the course of human events.
Switching our microphone to our overseas correspondents, John Monagan reports, a happy encounter with Jacques Mohr in Paris. John writes: "I've just got back from Paris and I found that it is true that you see more people there that you know than in this country. I walked into Philip—a restaurant just off the Rue de la Paix a few weeks ago and sitting there was Jacques Mohr whom I hadn't seen since graduation. We had a very pleasant evening together including a few fines in a delightful outdoor cafe in Montmartre. We envied him because we were whipping back to the States after two weeks and he was planning to spend several months Woking at Italy, Switzerland, the Loire chateaux and other points of interest."
John also reported having run into PaulCollins in full clerical garb at a Tanglewood concert of the Boston Symphony this summer. Lest the old traditions fail, John's '33 swimming teammate Bill King has been bringing up his kids to splash away like their daddy used to do. This summer 11 year old Susan and 8 year old Bill Jr. walked off with all kinds of honors at a State-wide swimming meet in Virginia. A Richmond paper reported: "The little Kings were among the outstanding juvenile swimmers in yesterday's midget and intermediate competition in the fourth annual State AAU meet at Shields Lake. Susan splashed through the water to establish new records in the intermediate girls' 25-yard free style and breast stroke and also took first in diving. Bill Jr. equalled the record in the midget boys' 25-yard free style to send the Kings home a happy family." Junior will be a boy to watch when he enters with the class of 1962. Not only does he have his pappy's swimming career to.match, but his mother, Suzanne Davis King, is not only a talented swimmer but an outstanding skater as well. In fact she was on the 1932 Olympic figure skating team and won the national amateur title in 1934.
During our sojourn in Concord this summer we saw a bit of John "Swede" Branson, frau Virginia, and nipper John Jr. Swede has a flourishing practice in Concord, specializing in internal medicine. Wish we could have seen more of them, but between Swede's practise, a month's break in Aguust when they were away on vacation, their move from an apartment to a new house, and my own dashing in and out of Concord a good deal of the time, we did not get together as often as we would have liked to. John and I did manage to get away one beautiful afternoon, though, to have a look at a hilltop they have acquired on Lake Winnepocket, as awe-inspiring a spot as there is in all the hills, lakes, and mountains of New Hampshire. They plan to build there one day, and we envy them thfeir luck. The word from Hartsdale, N. Y. is that Dave Flynn was recently appointed music director for the Hartsdale schools. Dave has taught at the Harvey School, Hawthorne, N. Y., and the public schools of Medical Lake, Wis. and Vassar, Mich. He got his master's degree in music education at Teachers College, and has also done graduate work at Whitworth College, Spokane, Wash. He was in the Navy during the war, from 1942 to 1945. Dave is married, and has a son and a daughter.
Alva Z. Allen is regional group supervisor with an insurance company in Cleveland. Harry R. Buckley is textile technician for Celanese Corp. in New York. Carl Hopkins is back in Shanghai, China, again, this time as economic analyst for B.O.T.R.5. Another alphabetized world traveller, Bill Shaughnessy —c/o PCIRO, Palais des Nations, Geneva, Switzerland.
A number of the faithful were in Hanover in September. Staying at the Inn at various times during the month were Mr. and Mrs.Norman V. Crabtree, Burt Hack, and FredFrank, the latter came all the way from Hollywood.
John Shafer has joined the Botany Department out in our. old stamping grounds, the University of Wisconsin, in Madison. TedAlmy is teaching at Illinois State Normal University, in Normal, Ill.
Bill Brown is with Columbus Coated Fabrics Corp., in safety and personnel, in Columbus, Ohio. Charlie Chapman is with the National Carbon Cos., in Atlanta, Ga., and Jos.Ely is with the U. S. Forest Service in California.
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