1942
For the third time in an unreasonably short period, I have moved my shop for constructing columns to a new location. Since it only requires the packing of a blunt and battered typewriter, a few frayed shirts and suitings, getting more copy paper from the ALUMNI MAG people to replace the stuff I've used to fill up chinks with, the assemblage and transportation of a jerry-built file system and occasional massage of my two typing-fingers, it doesn't bother me very much. I should think, though, that it would keep the few of you nice people who go to the trouble of reading this drivel and occasionally writing to me slightly dizzy.
Briefly, the reason for the change is quite simple. People were beginning to make snide remarks about work and where-does-he-get-his- money (not knowing that I had carefully invested heavily in deposits on Dartmouth College keys with the office of the Supt. of BLdgs. and Grounds, and that I had been slowly liquidating these frozen assets). In short, I was shamed into seeking employment. After some seeking I was fortunate enough to land with this clarion of clear thought as a reporter where they are kind enough to let me slake my thirst occasionally with ink, to throw me a moldy printer's devil to gnaw on and to let me curl up on a pile of old newspapers. They've even promised me a paper route soon if I'm good, and. who knows, they might even pay me one of these days.
As I paw through my ragged correspondence with grimy fists, I find a communication from our sunkist treasurer, Jack Harriman. He has, as you might note from the heading of this column, a new address also, so in case you make a killing in plastic pen wipers you would do well to remember it for future contributions to the class pelf. Jack reports that Diet Latnade reports so that I can now report Bill Housel' engaged to a Marjorie Pew of Philadelphia around Dec. 1. (For all I know I may have reported this before—l certainly hope so.) Also, that Eric Haessler is at Harvard Law School, an up-and-coming factory near Boston. And that Dr. Tony Susen is still with that grand little organization, the USNR, but will be back out in the harsh world shortly after this is published and will be at Children's Hospital, Boston.
Dick Baldwin prefaced his letter with a dangerous New Year's pledge which I am going to be caitiff [Ed. Note: It means base, wicked, mean, or despicable] enough to print herewith so that it will be on the record.
"I will also endeavor to provide you "with more than one epistle per year."
Having thus put Dick on the spot, I will continue with the news he forwards. First and most important is the fact that Dorothy Jean and Dick now have a new Baldwin, one William Chase, born December 20, 1947, weight at that time seven pounds, five ounces. Dick mentions that he sees many of the same NY young businessmen group that Cliff Roberts reported on earlier—in addition to BillGray and Rusty Hartranft he recently saw Harry Jacobs, one of the mainstays of Jules Bache & Cos., brokers. And that Bert Englert is in the accounting business across the border in northern New Jersey and studying for the CPA exams of that sovereign state; Bob Campbell, a salesman for Willard Pictures, NY, until the first of the year, is now employed by Vermont Academy, Saxtons River, Vt., and is there with his wife and two children, Bobby, 22 months, and Elizabeth, 10 months. In closing, Dick adds to Cliff's information about himself by saying that he is with Reynolds & Cos., 120 Broadway.
By late overseas courier (a domesticated penguin I know) comes a '42 item from Madras, India. Mrs. Dex Richards reports that she and Dex are returning from their National Carbon Cos. post there to the States for reassignment. Here's their itinerary for you people who think it's an adventure when you can get the family out for a weekend drive to Bear Mountain Park.
"We are returning to the States via Istanbul, the Balkans, Paris, London and the Queen Mary in May of this year. After six months' vacation, we will be reassigned to another National Carbon Co. office."
In an earlier effort I created the Department of Utter Surprise in listing the receipt of news about a '42 from a member of the '40 underground. I now have another entry for the Dept. of U.S., through the courtesy of Pat Crance (Mrs. Don W. '43) who has kindly sent along a picture of our current and new Alumni Fund Agitator, Ad Winship, which will appear in a later issue of the MAGAZINE. Even though Ad is Pat's brother and there- fore gives her a strong reason for sending along the picture, I would hope that her praiseworthy action will shame some '42s into going forth and doing likewise. Some '42s, that is, in addition to the above-mentioned Mrs. Dex Richards, who increased my debt to her by enclosing a picture of Dex which appears with this copy.
A card from Marion Williamson (Mrs. Don) reports this addition to the Williamson family: Donald Hugh, bora January 6, 1948, at Evanston Hospital, Evanston, Ill., thereby joining sister Barbara Helen, two and a half years, at 277 Poplar St., Winnetka.
And now those helpful little clippings. In the wedding category, three entries. Miss Nina Lunn, daughter of Mrs. Nina K. Lunn of Washington, D. C., and granddaughter of Sen. and Mrs. Wallace H. White Jr. of Maine was married to Nathaniel Horace Luttrell Jr., son of the late N. H. Luttrell and the late Mrs. Harriet Lothrop Luttrell at the Sulgrave Club, Washington, D. C., on January 8. Rev. Peter Marshall, chaplain of the Senate, officiated.
Miss Doris Eleanor Schwanhausser, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Schwanhausser Jr. of Milburn, N. J., was married to Walter WilliamFriend Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Friend of Greenwich, Conn., in Christ Church, Milburn. Rev. Herbert Hannan Cooper officiated. Unfortunately, the clipping has no dateline so I am unable to say when this important event took place. I even have the niggling suspicion that I may have included this item in a previous column, but since a man doesn't get married every day, it seems to me that it's well-deserving of more than one mention if such be the case.
Miss Joan Biddle, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Biddle, II of Riverton, N. J., was married to ]a?nes H. Kendall Jr., son of the Rev. J. H. Rendall and the late Mrs. Rendall, at the Beverly Presbyterian Church, Edgewater Park, N. J. The Rev. Rendall performed the ceremony. Again J can't be certain of the exact date due to the peculiar verb tenses used in the clipping from TheNY World-Telegram. But it is datelined January 3, for what that is worth. Ushers at the wedding were predominantly Dartmouth and '42, with Bailey Walten, Gardy Bridge, Hank Reynolds, Frank Bartlett, Jim Erwin and Dick Remsen all taking part.
And that about cleans it up, except for a reminder that, if my memory of the past three years' labors is correct, the opening date for the 1948 Alumni Fund campaign is not far off. Take heed, and remember that Ad Winship's Fund hand is never closed.
Miss Charlotte Ford, able Alumni Recorder, has notified me that notice of the death of Hubert Andreas de Rede in Los Angeles on October 20, 1942, has recently been received. His obituary notice will appear in the In Memoriam section of this issue.
BURRA SAHIB: Dex Richards '42 shown after being garlanded by one of his agents for the New Year at his National Carbon Company position in their branch offices at Madras, India. Pretty, huh?
Secretary,Burlington Free Press Editorial Dept., Burlington, Vt. Treasurer, 710 Linden Ave., Los Altos, Calif. Class Agent, II 17 State St., Marblehead, Mass.
we've got a Date in 48!
