1934
In this election year of Our Lord nineteen hunnert 'n forty-eight all but a precocious few of us Thirty-fours must be at least thirty-five by now. Well, the book says that when a gaffer has been around long enough to blow out that many candles he is old enough to be President. And yet, as we look at the lists no such green-tinged name meets the eye. Now this is downright puzzling. For among our number is many an able administrator, many an efficient executive, many a seasoned babykisser. And the sooner the nation's voters find it out the better for America.
Reason we mention this goes back to last month's notes. The good editors found our copy exceeded our space, had to excise a paragraph of just the right length. Well, the one chosen ended with a surprise meeting in Cleveland between two startled classmates. The preceding paragraph had discussed some notable achievements in the fields of education and business. And the following one picked up the surprise motif again in a reference to the Dwyer trip east. At this pre-publication date we can't know how it will come out. But if those two marginal paragraphs are brought into juxtaposition they're going to spawn a whopper of a non-sequitur. Us surprised that some Thirty-fours have made good? Hell, we'd be amazed if they hadn't.
Anyway here's the missing material:
Meanwhile Hank Rigby becomes more and
more firmly intrenched in the Ohio area. Besides his function as legal light for Champion Paper and Fibre Company in Hamilton, the lad holds an imposing array of directorships. Latest is with a Cleveland outfit yclept Dairypak, Inc. In connection with some financing aspect of the operation (milk containersgreatest thing since the udder, the way Hank tells it), the new director had occasion to consult with one of Cleveland's bank biggies, a Swede Lindstrom, veepee of National City. Big surprise to both, and a complete meeting of the minds was quick to develop, we understand.
Want to hear some other happy stories? Okay, how about the saga of Dave Bradley. In 1945 Dave left a good spot as manager of the phenomenally successful Freddy Martin orchestra to take over Beverly Park, a Hollywood amusement area. Built it up into a mighty fine thing, catching the eye of Pic magazine which ran a story on Dave, complete with pix, in the August issue. And how about Cam Day, one of Pic's editors, who teamed up with another lad to write a widely reprinted story for American Lawn Tennis, April issue. Perhaps you saw it in the September Reader'sDigest.
Then there's Mac Collins, advertising director for the New York Central, who was selected as one of the distinguished judges for last Spring's Editor & Publisher promotion contest. Mac had the task of picking the best public relations or community service program conducted by a newspaper during 1947. And he was caught in the act by a roving cameraman, with the dignified result prominently gracing a page in Bob Brown's sponsoring E & P last April.
Well it's a boy at the Fred Wolfs in Philadelphia. Yessir, John Stern Wolf, all 8 lbs. 6 oz. of him, arrived on September 12, and once again we're mighty happy to be able to mention the bassinet set in these columns. By the way, Fred Rob be doubts that his statistics have ever appeared here, so let's fix that up instanter. There's Fred Jr., quite a gentleman of some four-plus years, and a young lady of almost two named Pamela. Any others we've missed, gang? If so tip us off—shucks, that's just about our favorite kind of news!
Okay, all of you Fitzpatrick fans, here's a travel talk for you. First stop Liberia. Then the Belgian Congo, South Africa to Johannesburg, back over darkest Africa by air to Cairo. Next Istanbul, Athens, Madrid, Lisbon and, as our ship slowly sinks in the blue Atlantic, home. That's the rough outline of a swing being made by Frank Parmelee in behalf of Toledo Scale. At its conclusion this month Frank will settle down for a while in the Toledo home offices where he will be busy coordinating export activities. That means we will lose our chief foreign scout, as Frank has reported on just about all the extra-territorial Thirty-fours from time to time.
Another foreign connection involves AlKahn who was picked with three fellow Americans by the World Congress of Intellectuals at Wroclaw, Poland for a 21-man "international committee in defense of peace". They are to wage from a Paris headquarters a worldwide campaign to avert a new war. Our authority for this is the Baltimore Sun of August 31 which named Al's colleagues as Dr. Harlow Shapley of Harvard, Jo Davidson, the sculptor, and Howard Fast, novelist. Went on to express doubt that Dr. Shapley would accept the assignment because of an overtaxed schedule. Further suggested that the W. C. of I. is "Communist-dominated".
Back to the States now, specifically Jersey. That is the scene of Bob Wiggins' activities for DuPont. Bob was commuting to his advertising job there from Long Island, last we knew, but was looking for a home nearer the shop. Also in Jersey is Bud Yallalee, no longer with Johns-Mansville but now selling frozen foods.
The election news around Louisville makes especially good reading this year. A clipping from the Courier-Journal for Sept. 11 reveals that "William C. Embry, vice-president and general manager of General Box Company, said yesterday he plans to run for the City Board of Education this fall".
Undoubtedly the most widely quoted '34 these days is Jerry Danzig who bids fair to become the oracle of the television trade. Within a week his views on the look 'n listen business found space in Time and in the New York World-Telegram. All this hard on the heels of an earlier release announcing his appointment as associate director of programs for the C. B. S. television network where he had been senior producer since February. The Telly piece, one of a series on video comedy, is indebted to Jerry for some interesting comments: "Mr. Danzig believes things are beginning to happen in television. In two months the picture will be clearer, he thinks. He expects muggers and comedians working with props to be used more and more on TV variety shows. He regrets that television can't take more time to develop new comedians from scratch. 'All must have some sort of experience before we can use them. Studios are loaded, and we can put on only a certain number of variety shows a week.' "
Still on the subject of names in the paper, we were delighted to see that of Orv Dryfoos in The New Yorker recently. Talk of the Town section, front of the book. Seems TheNew Yorker editors wanted to contact the boss of the letters-to-tbe-editor of the Times, and Orv fixed it up.
The ever-present magnetism of Hanover Plain pulled the usual goodly number of guys and gals over the summer as witness this list of guests at the Inn: the Dr. Ed Bishops from Philadelphia, the Jim Darlings from Darien, the Bill Barnets from Albany, the FrankWardwells from Chicago, the Mike Menchels from New York, the Jim Prescott family from Maplewood, the Peanuts Davieses from New York, the Dr. Win Wattses from Marblehead, the Dr. Bill Cloughs from New London, N. H., the Bill Daniells from Sandy Hook, Conn., Jack Corcoran from Lowell and Dean SeyDunn from Cortland, N. Y.
AI Jacobson, with an eye toward the many guys from all over who get to Manhattan once in awhile, has set up this year's New York class dinners well in advance. Each affair will take place at the Dartmouth Club, 37 East 39th St., beginning at about six o'clock and busting up some time around eight-thirty or so. Here's the line-up: October 21, December 1, January 18, February 24, April 5, May 25. Note that with Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday equally represented all hands should manage to attend a fair share of these despite inflexible dates like bowling clubs, fire drills, etc. Why not mark your calendars now? And we'll be looking for you later.
That tears it for the nonce, lads. Let's do it again next month. Same time; same windy corner.
Secretary and Treasurer, no Fulton St., New York 7, N. Y.
