1935
Once again we have to start the month on a tragic note. As a class we are certainly getting more than our share. In the back of this issue you will find a notice of the death of John Wallace in Westfield, N. J. from polio. Two weeks later the same disease fatally struck Caroline, wife of Duke Maxwell in Philadelphia. Each leaves three children. Then on Sept. 29, Lt. Cmdr. Grant Meade was injured when a mortar accidentally exploded during a mock "invasion" at Carson Beach, Boston, being staged by the Marine Corps. To date we do not know the extent of Grant's injuries.
Have a good long letter from Bill Hawley with some new advice about the curing of poison ivy which I am saving for the next bout. Last month we reported Bill's move to Concord, N. H. where, he now tells us, he is teaching English, special work in reading, and coaching at St. Paul's School. "The prospect is pleasant, and we have been fortunate to make the move. There is also an obvious advantage in the proximity of Hanover, although I expect to be too busy to make much of it."
Bill also gives us some recent news on Johnny Gilbert, who moved into Easthampton just as the Hawleys were leaving. John is a pathologist with an outfit that serves several hospitals in the general area o£ Holyoke, Northampton, Greenfield, etc. He has probably by now finished remodeling a fine old house situated just across from the Williston campus.
Bob Richter, a dependable regular and chief story-teller at the N. Y. class dinners, will be among the missing for some time according to present plans. He began this fall attending Evening Law School at New York University, which will keep him busy every night of the week for the next four years if his health and family life can stand it. He says, "For some time now, I have felt that I wanted to add the legal approach to this subject of taxation. I have long had the layman's and the accountant's approach. It will be a rat race but I hope to go all the way to the degree of LL.B. and member of the bar." It sure does sound like a rat race but we wish you all success, Roberto.
Rudy Pacht received the following dope from Pedro Espaillat, relayed to me via BobNaramore: "I finally managed to get a job in the legation of the Dominican Republic here in Paris, so that at least I have a good excuse for staying here most of the time. I had discovered long ago that this city was much more pleasant to live in than Santiago, but up till now I just lingered on my own. Now, being a full-fledged member of the Diplomatic Corps, I have less troubles with my own conscience for living a very useless life, though a most pleasant one." Rudy adds for himself, "While attending the State Bar Convention in San Francisco I had lunch with Dave Smith who is doing very well and is most active in civil affairs. As we finished eating we ran into a man from '38 who remembered me by reason of having been obliged, at my direction, to transport some of my furniture." As I remember Rudy's size and appearance senior year, he was certainly the wrong man for a freshman to say "No" to and a hard man to forget.
Hank Muller hits the news via the Pittsburgh Press. "Westinghouse Electric Corp. has announced the appointment of Henry N. Muller Jr. as assistant to the vice-president. Mr. Muller, new manager of the firm's education department, will have expanded responsibilities in the engineering field." Hank has been with Westinghouse ever since graduation in 1935 and has headed the education department since 1947.
Inter-office memo from fellow Comptonite Dick Montgomery in Chicago: "This morning I received through the mail descriptive literature and a 10-day free trial offer of Bo Kreer's book Advertising Copywriting. As you probably know, he celebrated with two other gents to turn out this 560-page opus. I've managed to play quite a bit of golf this summer with Frank Wright. Take it from me—don't ever bet the guy on low putts. He's murder!"
Announcement: Dr. Gordon T. Gwinn has been appointed assistant professor of psychology at Clark University, Worcester, Mass. Dr. Gwinn, instructor in psychology at Wesleyan University for the past two years, formerly taught at the Arizona Desert School. His field of special study and research is learning and motivation, and he has written several articles in these fields. He is a member of the American Psychological Association, American Association for the Advancement of Science and Sigma Xi Scientific Society. This is all very formal and technical but it seems to say that Gordy is coming right along and making a name for himself in his field. Congratulations.
Another announcement: S. Richard Stern, prominent New York public relations counsel, has been named Director of Hearing Foundation, Inc., a new non-profit corporation, set up and supported by the hearing aid industry to carry forward educational and ethical projects in the field of hearing. As public relations counsel to the International Hearing Aid Association, a dealer's group, Dick was largely instrumental in formulating the Foundation's objectives and program, and in organizing industry support and cooperation behind it. He was formerly counsel to the Maico Co., one of the leading manufacturers in the hearing aid industry. More congratulations.
Ed Mitchell, who spent so many years in Africa for the Texas Co., is on the move again. After a quiet commuter's life in Bronxville, N. Y., for two years, Ed, Peggy and the children sailed September 23 for Haiti where Ed will be manager of the Texas Company's office in Port-au-Prince. He expects to be there two years and can be reached c/o The Texas Co., Carribean, Lmt., Casier A-194, Port-au-Prince. Just before leaving he reported that Curt Lamerey, who is still in Casa Blanca, had his second child, a daughter named Laura, born May 25.
Here's a typical story on growing children that proves you can never tell what will happen next. It happened to the Bankarts, but it could happen to anybody. Marilyn, age five, attended a children's program on the 4th of July where a magician pretended to swallow coins, said "Abracadabra," and picked them out of his pockets, etc. Five days later she was waiting for the Good Humor man, quarter in hand, and decided to duplicate the stunt. She swallowed the quarter, said "Abracadabra," and looked in her pocket. No quarter. She looked everywhere. No quarter. She complained to her mother that it must have been a lousy quarter because it didn't work. No one, including the doctor, believed she could swallow a quarter without choking. But an X-ray showed it. sitting in her stomach, big as life. We wait and watch youknow-what for a week. Nothing happens. We feed her bella donna for four days until she has enough to loosen up a horse. No quarter. Another X-ray shows the coin still in the same place in her stomach. So off she goes to the hospital for three days. An expert spends an hour on the operating table trying to get it out through her throat with every size scope he has. Can't get it. So we decide to wait it out again. Three weeks later and another X-ray. Quarter hasn't moved. By this time we're all worrying about complications setting in. So off to the hospital again—this time for nearly two weeks—and an operation. I get my quarter back and Marilyn gets a beautiful built-in zipper across her tummy. But, thanks to a child's imagination, I also get several hundred dollars worth of bills. I can hear our few remaining bachelors chuckling.
Recent visitors to the Hanover scene: Mr. and Mrs. Irv Finkelstein of Danbury, Conn.
And a final reminder that our Fifteenth Reunion will be June 16-17-18. Start making your plans. The more we have—the more fun we have. And there's no place like Hanover on a glorious June weekend.
Secretary, Compton Advertising, Inc. 630 5th Ave., New York 20, N. Y.
Treasurer, 101 North Eye St., Tacoma 1, Wash.
