1931
By this time you probably know that ErnieMoore has passed his hard earned Green Derby over to Ed Studwell, our new Class Agent. It would take pages to tell what a grand job Ernie has done, the amount of time he has given, and the tremendous effort on his part it took to put '3l at the top of the heap. Ernie deserves a well earned rest and Ed is just the man to take over to keep the class rolling. Needless to say, Ed can carry on the good work only with the heartiest cooperation of every member of the class.
If there were such things as guest class secretaries, Ed Gruen would be one this month. He wrote the kind of letter that should be taken as a model by all non-writers, Thorn included. Ed writes:
"This is to show that I have not forgotten the promise I made at our Fifteenth that I would send you a letter of some description at least once a year. 1 am glad now that I resisted the temptation to send you my 1948 missive last spring, when I was in Cincinnati, and waited instead until I was on the scene here in Hanover.
"I could discourse at length about my delight in returning to Hanover and the opportunity to become a member of the Tuck School faculty and to make my home in this wonderful country, but I feel that you and the rest of '3l can fill all that in with words of your own choosing. Just let me say at this point that it all happened suddenly and still seems like a dream. Anyone requesting particulars is invited to write, or—better still—drop in at 13 East Wheelock Street, 2nd floor, west. (No trick to find it directly across from the Gym and bounded by the Chi Phi House and the AKK.)
"Now let me give the rest of this letter over to telling you about the men in our class whom I have seen since we arrived here at the end of Aug. To give a semblance of order to an otherwise disorganized journal, I will try to do it chronologically. In that stretch of hot weather just before Labor Day week-end, I saw Frank Blatz who was on his way back from camp with 'Pete' his sturdy 13 year old boy. Frank and his wife didn't let the heat keep them off the golf course a single day they were here. They stayed at the Sweets' on Lyme Road and we enjoyed a 'cooler' with them the afternoon when the temperature nearly broke 100. The same week on the Inn Terrace, having lunch, I spotted the Jim Godfreys, also homeward bound from camp. A few days later Joe and Franny Aierriarn dropped into Hanover for a few days of much needed rest, which Joe proceeded to find on the tennis courts with Al Frey. As you probably know, Joe is now with Cresay, McCormick & Paget, Management Engineers in New York, and he is having the fullest possible opportunity to apply all his Macy and other retail store experience in the assignments loaded on him to date. He was buoyed up, too, by the prospect of moving into a house in Pelham this fall, after nearly a year of hotel life.
"The others I had a chance to talk with before college opened were those who share my fortune in making Hanover a year-round home. IVent andDiana Eldredge invited us to drink in the breathtaking (no other word for it) view of the New Hampshire hills from the deck of the spectacular new modern home they have just built on a clearing high above Norwich. Seeing it day or night, when traveling on the Vermont side from Norwich to White River, the home makes an impressive sight and I can assure you that the interior arrangements live up to that promise.
"My first talk with Howie Mason, Hanover's new Superintendent of Schools, was under slightly different circumstances. It was opening day for Howie and, although he has the responsibility for three townships besides Hanover, and all the grades in each, he had to give nearly his full time that hectic day to the new kindergarten, the first publicly financed one to be conducted here. I was an interested spectator, since that day our little firl, Margery, was entering the doors of a school uilding for the first time. I can report that Howie has the kindergarten situation well under control no mean feat, involving as it does more than sixty five-year olds, with a morning and an afternoon shift under the wing of a single teacher. Later in September, as is probably carried elsewhere in this issue, Howie addressed the Hanover PTA on "Modern Education." When I looked over the audience and saw our old professors and the administrative staff making up a strong majority of those listening, I was grateful for my safe seat in the back row! As it turned out, I needn't have had any fear or trepidation about Howie's performance out front!
"With October came two home football games in succession. At the Holy Cross game I fell into step with John Benson and Mai Hall on their way back from the stadium to the Boston train. They had decided at the last minute to come up for the game and were very glad of it. Staying over for the long week-end (Ed. note: Columbus Day is a holiday for those lucky enough to work on the New York-Boston financial calendar) were Frankand Gwen Hods on and we induced them to stop at our apartment for a little while that Saturday. Then the next week-end at the Colgate game, I was fortunate enough to run across the following: Russ Beckwith, who had brought the other officers of his silverware company all the way from Newark (near Rochester) N. Y. to see the school he had been telling them about all these years in the white-picket fence country around Lexington, Ky., and Ed Stud-well, who is now only fifty miles away in Weston, Vt., where he is in charge of export sales for a steel wire firm. 'Stud' told me that I had missed Dave Hovey at the Holy Cross game the week before and for that, I am distinctly sorry, because some nine years ago I had travelled all the way across the state of North Dakota and gone miles into Montana before I could recall the name of Dave's home town (Minot, isn't it?) Jim, I suggest that you now drop Dave a note saying that, since he has finally found the way back to Hanover after 17 years, he should mark the routes well on his map and stow them away where he can find them at the time of our Twentieth.
"Last week, of course, the migration was going in the other direction—to Cambridge so I took the "breather" to make connections with Hal Bond in Lebanon. It was a profitable visit, for Hal selected one of the guaranteed-for-Hanover-winter snow suits made by his firm (H. W. Carter & Sons), the like of which we had not seen anywhere except in Best's New York catalogue. A slight insight into the habits and mental processes of store buyers was a by-product of the trip—to explain: the local emporium for children's snow suits has for years featured Hal's line for boys but will have none of his offerings for girls. The reason given? —they "lack smart styling," and this despite the fact that Best's in New York have given a prominent place to them for several seasons!
"Now I have covered the local front and should let you get back to more serious reading. But there is a final note of apology: I cannot yet report having seen Ralph Hunter. Those of you who have noted the heavy load Ralph has assumed at the Hospital will understand how his days have been occupied. For the rest of it, you will just have to take my word that I have been rather busy trying to prepare myself to give the kind of performance that Dartmouth and Tuck have a right to expect from any man privileged to serve on its faculty and to live within hearing of those melodious Baker chimes.
"With best personal regards and the hope that you will find the satisfactions in the job of Secretary this year outweighing, for a change, the inevitable frustrations."
On October 11 the announcement was made of the engagement of Mary Elizabeth McGowan to Bob Wallace in White Plains, N. Y. Bob is a member of the New York State Bar Association and attorney for and secretary of the Federal Paper Board Company.
A press release from the Naval Academy informs us that John Milos has been promoted to Associate Professor of Mathematics. Lt. Col. John Barrett is in that same neck of the woods, living at 2910—13 th Rd., So., Arlington, Va. Gordon Clifford is now field engineer at Lenkurt Electric Company, San Carlos, Calif. He was formerly the chief engineer of Industrial and Commercial Electronics working on the klystron. Charlie and Mrs.Nichols and Dave Borkum and family were in Hanover during October.
Bill Schuldenfrei has forwarded the first batch of notes he asked for. It was good to hear from Park Soule and to know that the rumors of poor health which had seeped into the news somewhere along the line were false. Park writes: "Finally got together with PeteEvans last Friday at the pre-Penn game smoker held by the Philadelphia Alumni Ass'n. He's looking very hale and hearty, even though he was on the verge of moving from the Princeton Club to new quarters. Tom Williams was the other member of the '3l triumvirate on hand. After the game on Saturday, ran into Frank Blatz and his wife, and Rod Greig shuffling along in the crowd going out of Franklin Field. That chance meeting makes it possible for me to say I saw more '31ers in 24 hours than I'd been privileged to see for many a moon."
The number of you who have written of your appreciation for the grand job he has done makes it obvious that we can give a unanimous "Wah-Hoo-Wah" for ErnieMoore.
Secretary, Norfolk Academy Cedar Level Lane, Norfolk, Va. Treasurer, 730 Sherman Ave., Plainfield, N. J. Memorial Fund Chairman 224 Beverly Rd., Scarsdale, N. Y.
