1942

Somehow, in the way summers have, this one has eased away in a sly and wanton manner, without so much as a by-your-leave. It brings a double pang to me, since it means the end of a winsome time of the year in New Hampshire and the beginning of another volume of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.

Because the gap between May and September seems to be a virtually unbridgeable one and also because my filing system has attracted no notice whatever in business efficiency circles, I may well repeal; myself in attempting to recapitulate several months. However, with breath held, here's the plunge.

The biggest item on my social calendar thesepast few months was the marriage of MissPeggy Muendel to Jerry Tallmer in GardenCity, N. Y., along about July 17, give or takea day. It was a gaudy affair, despite all theconventional trappings, which ended with asoftball game on the lawn of the staid GardenCity Hotel following the reception. For therecord, Harry Jacobs was best man and youngCraighead Kuhn and yours truly were ushers.

Visitors to Hanover were many and it's veryshort odds that I'll forget to include themall. More recent ones have been Mr. and Mrs.Al Dingwall, escaping the heat of New York City and the strange demands of the radio advertising craft, for a Hanover vacation. MiltWilliams flashed through the Coffee Shop one day and Art and Joya Cox are this weekend (Sept. 10) winding up a vacation with Art's parents here.

Arrivals and departures of the more or less permanent 1942 Hanover population have been noted, in my desultory reporting style. Ed and Helen Chalfant left about ten days ago for Philadelphia where he will work for his Ph.D. at the University of Pennsylvania. I tearfully crammed the last baby carriage in the groaning station wagon of Alex and BettyFanelli around the first of July as they drove off for the University of Michigan and more Ph.D. work.

Harry and Nancy Bond are once again in residence here after a year at Harvard and the accumulation of an M.A. The John de laMontagues whisked away in June for the wider open spaces of the Far West (as contrasted with the Administration Building, bulging with assistants), and it was reported that a month or so later John was back again for a short stay but I wasn't fortunate enough to see him.

For that matter, I, too, am once again off for one of my short, hurried hops. This time it is to Claremont, where I can work under the bulldog eye of my boss. Change of address at the head of this froth is hereby noted.

The medical contingent stands firm, to the best of my knowledge, numbering Drs. JackChandler, Roy Eldredge, Roily French and Jim Robinson and their wives. Firm as a rock—one about the size of Gibraltar—is Chick Camp, who kept his little patties out of trouble this summer by using them to build a handsome house on Balch Hill for Martha and three small campers. Our naval arm locally, Lt. Cmdr. Frank Malavasic, one of Hanover's leading bon vivants, is back from a cruise of Panamanian waters, fairly dripping salt.

The only other '42 I have encountered is Joe Palamountain, who, along with Ann and Pete and Audrey Keir '41, was a most amiable host at a Rockport, Mass., cottage the four of them were sharing. However, while on the top of Mt. Lafayette (don't ask me how I got there—l refuse to answer on the grounds that it might incriminate me), I did run into a cousin of long John Storrs, who reported that the latter was no longer a fledgling architect, but had already flown the nest of the Yale Architectural School and was eyeing the west coast as a base of operations for his talents.

And now, the mail. Or such of it as I can find. Just the other day a windfall in the form of notes from Bruce Stephens and Bob Blood. The former was announcing proudly the birth of Douglas Bruce Stephens, September 3, 1949, at Wesson Maternity Hospital, weight six pounds, five ounces. Mother Liz, father and son are all reported in fine fettle.

The Blood epistle was a longish, two-page mimeograph collaboration by Bob and Margaret. Boiled down to this column's space requirements the vital statistics listed include their move from William Penn College in lowa (I don't think I can spell Oskaloosa), where Bob was teaching, to student days once again at the University of Minnesota. At the time of the letter (Aug. 1) he was working there on his M.A. and planning to move to the University of North Carolina in September for his Ph.D. work.

In mid-May came a belated card from Yvonne Logan noting the birth of a large son, John Daniel, February 28 (place not specified, suspect St. Louis). She says Joe is practising law with the firm of Thompson, Mitchell, Thompson and Young in St. Louis.

In July Ted Locke is heard from from Indianapolis. On May 11, 1949 Jean presented him with their third child, Cynthia Milburn Locke (her two older brothers are Ted, 111, and Jeffrey). Also an aspiring lawyer, Ted is attending Indiana Law School at night and working in the firm of Slaymaker, Locke and Reynolds during the day.

Another addition to the 1942 family came to my notice in mid-June, when Marion Williamson wrote to say that she and Don became the parents of Richard Salisbury Williamson, May 9, 1949. They, too, have a family of three, the others being Barbara, and Donald, 16 months.

In late May our far-flung treasurer, JackHarriman, wrote in some perturbation to get my signatures on bank cards so that the Bank of America would do business with him as an accredited cash-handler for 1942. Still another barrister, he had just passed the California bar exams, moved to Los Angeles, located an apartment and is working for the firm of Lawler, Felix and Hall,

My Washington representative, Roy Carruthers, flagged in with a compact missive in May, telling me that Jim O'Mara is working with a civil engineering firm in Hyattsville, Md., By Hinton had finished Cornell Law School and was seen around D. C., Bob Hill is representing the Grace Lines in Washington, and that one Carruthers is "trying to keep the builders happy with Pittsburgh Plate Glass products."

Here's another birth, that of Laura Robinson de Sherbinin to Polly and Mike May 6, 1949, Geneva, Switzerland. It has occurred to me that most of my old cronies of Robinson Hall and the Daily D are not only far ahead of me in the matter of child production but now that the fall of Tallmer has been accomplished, every last one of them is married. To work, Farley!

Secretary, The Claremont Eagle, Claremont, N. H. Treasurer, 357 S. Orange Grove Ave., Los Angeles, Calif.