1916

The Class is having a busy football season, with many of the faithful showing up in Hanover. At the Colgate game in front of Balch Hill on October 15 the following were seen: Cliff and Peg Bean, Larry and Mrs.Hayward, Rod Soule, Ed and Mrs. Graver, Evand Clare Parker, Jim Coffin, Heinie andMrs. George, Ed and Mrs. Carey, Honey andConnie Abraham, Duffy and Mrs. Lewis, JessFenno, Jim Caldwell, Bill and Ruth McKenzie, Jay and Ted Gile, and the Jardine.

After the game all that John Stearns could collect enjoyed cocktails at his home, where everybody re-played the game and had a real reunion.

The Secretary and Betty finally got back to another Harvard game, after trying in vain to make one for many years. We stayed with Sam and Lou Cutler, in Sargent Park, the house of a thousand radios, having no trouble in finding this nook because all the citizens of Boston suburbs now carry little books, and when you ask a direction they pull the book on you and come out with the right answer every time.

Friday night was a gala reunion at the Hotel Puritan, in the penthouse, where we could eat, drink, sing and talk loud. I'll set down the names, hoping I don't miss any, since this is purely from memory. I was having too good a time to write notes. FredBailey, Cliff Bean, Max Bernkopf, FrankBobst, Sam Cutler, Ray DeVoe, Dick Ellis,Art Fiske, Viv Fletcher, Gran Fuller, LarryHayward, Park Hayden (or did I see him Saturday night?), Alec Jardine (he managed the party), Duffy Lewis, Bill McKenzie, ArtMarsden, John Monahan, Bill Mot, Bill Caldwell, John Stearns (down from Hanover with a new story), Jack Mullen, Dick Parkhurst,Rod Soule, Ted Walker, Bob Steinert, JimShanahan, Bert Phinney, Howdy Parker and Ken and May Tucker.

It was a thrill for me to be at this party, especially since I hadn't seen four of the boys (Fiske, Fletcher, Marsden and Jack Mullen) for donkey's years, as the British say, and hadn't seen any of the others except the traveling Jardine and Dick Parkhurst for a long time.

At the Stadium the next day I saw more of the Class, Glenn and Mrs. Gould, RogEvans, who got away so fast we didn't get a chance to chat, Jawn and Helen McAuliffe, and who else have I forgotten? Incidentally this was my fourth Harvard game and the first Dartmouth victory over Harvard I ever saw. The others we lost 3-0, 7-3 and 14-7.

I must report that the McAuliffe has lost a bit of weight, and Helen is as lovely as ever. Sorry I didn't get a chance to dissect the game with Jawn, who always has an interest- ing slant on the teams. One guy I looked for but didn't see was Honey Abraham, who I thought would be there, and I have written him demanding an accounting for his absence.

The night of the game Ollie and Mrs. Barr entertained some of the Class, and some non'16 guests, at their beautiful home in Norwood. The last two guests to arrive were slipped in with a shoehorn and Bert Phinney took over at the piano and went into his musical trance; it was like old times. Ollie's house has step-ups and step-downs, and all of us being in a convivial mood, people were stepping up when they should have stepped down, and down when they should have stepped up, causing some confusion. It was a perfect evening, and Ollie and Mrs. Barr were perfect hosts. It took some managing to get a meeting of the minds between husbands and wives about going home, because when one was ready to go the other wanted to sing one more song, and vice versa. When I left Bert was still playing the piano and for all I know may be there yet. If there is anything he can't play, Bunny, let me know what it is and I'll send him the music.

Other delightful interludes of this trip were a phone conversation with Tog Upham, a visit to Stoneham to see Jack English, and a leisurely hour with Violet and Dick Ellis, when we sat around the kitchen table at midnight in his comfortable big house, drank a highball, nibbled cheese and Violet's heavenly raisin-and-cranberry squares, and didn't care if we never got home.

The visit to the Englishes was an exciting •event, because Kay, young Jack and the two girls sang some quartet numbers for us, and Jack and I talked barbershop music. Jack looks well and vigorous and is taking good care of himself. He is still at Murphy General Hospital in Waltham but is allowed to go home weekends. Jack wants it known that he enjoyed and appreciated the letters and cards you all sent him.

Bill McKenzie and Ruth made quite a trip of it, stopping in Nashua, where Bob Brown and Ralph Parker and their wives arranged a luncheon for the Macs at the Country Club. Bill says both will be back for reunion in June. Bill also mentioned a touch of virus X after leaving Boston, but I suspect it was the accumulated effect of flexing that right elbow so often during the various celebrations and reunions he attended. Bill had previously reported that Tug Tyler hoped to be in Boston for the Harvard affair, but •evidently he had to postpone it.

Everybody was glad to see the Ev Parkers, from Denver. They were seeing the Colgate, Harvard and Yale games, and as we now know, saw three victories. Ev was the same quiet but genial guy of old, and Clare Parker charmed everybody. All those compliments I heard, Mrs. Parker, would make you blush. They are headed for Virginia and then the drive home via the South. Sorry they did not come through Washington.

Notes-late-but-not-too-late. Charlie andMary Jones stopped off in Hanover en route to Moosehead Lake. I had lunch with Charlie before going to Boston and we had a longdelayed reunion. Charlie is the oldest inhabitant of London Terrace, New York City.

In September Dick Parkhurst wrote me he had deposited his sophomore son in Hanover and had seen his furniture and chattels unloaded in ancient form by four freshmen. Dick spent a night with Andy McClary in Windsor. He also visited with Ed Knight in Charleston, W. Va., as I told you before.

Sam Thieme sent me a menu from Cook's, Los Angeles restaurant, with the signatures of himself, Dan Dinsmoor, Art Howell, StewPaul, Louie Bell and Carl Eskeline. At the top was written "Here's to '16—drink her •down." And from the handwriting, they had.

Going back to Hanover, as who does not, Jess Fenno wrote me of the 1916 attendance at the Holy Cross game—the Ken Hendersons "were the long-distance winners, with their daughter Ann. Jess reported visits at The Elms from the Hendersons, George Dock and Donald, his son, a Princeton senior, TonyGarcia, the Biels, Gran and Ruth Fuller, the

Art Conleys (on their (way to Maine) and the Cliff Gammons. Best of all, Jess reports Sally improving at a remarkable rate.

Bob Steinert's son, Bob Jr., got his degree with '49.

If you think these notes are not strictly chronological, you're right. But maybe we'll

have another class newsletter out before you even get this.

P.S. Jean McKenzie was in the Harvard stadium and I am assured she hasn't been lost since May, 1948.

ARCHITECTURAL EXECUTIVE: Kenneth K. Stowell '16, now Vice President in charge of Eastern operations of Giffels & Vallet Inc. and L. Rossetti, Associated Engineers and Architects. Editor-in-Chief of "Architectural Record" since 1942, he will continue as chairman of its editorial board.

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