1942
Carnival is nigh upon us, with all its frills and furbelows. Even now, three days before the weekend officially starts, some of the frills are already in town and I guess the usual 1000-odd will eventually hit here before the weekend is out.
Fortunately, for the peace of mind of John Rand and the Outing Club, winter finally settled in a day or two before the start of February. Barring a major heat wave, we should have enough snow. Despite that abundance, though, the weather is still tentative, shy and contrary as a new colt. For a day or two it will freeze up with some of the usual Hanover winter sharpness; but the next minute it eases back into its warm and winning ways (win- ning 'with me, anyway).
While we're on the subject of winter, snow and the like, this strictly non-skiing, arm-chair athlete took a healthy vicarious pride in a recent news item in these parts. One RogerSimpter turned out to be the winning jumper at the Lebanon Winter Carnival two weeks ago. His obvious agility makes me almost feel young. I was in Boston that particular weekend, but according to the dispatches Rog was skiing for a Connecticut outing club.
Sally Bishop, one of the important cogs on the staff of the Hanover Inn, told me the other day that son Lloyd became a proud parent, along, of course, with wife Shirley of William Lloyd Bishop, December 31, at Alberquerque, N. M. Lloyd's attending the University of New Mexico there.
That's about the sum of the Hanover news at this writing. All of the members of the '42 Anti-Trauma League here are well to the best of my knowledge and all are pursuing their various ways modestly and lawfully.
The mail, at least for this crummy correspondent, has been unusually fruitful this month. On top of the heap is a thick batch of clippings from Abe Winslow, my west coast operative, who despite the fact that he is a remove or two from us in college generations, keeps me admirably informed of '42 doings out that way. The clips all tell of the wedding of Miss Polly Luchsinger to William SandersClark in San Francisco's St. Luke's Episcopal Church, January 28, 1949. After a wedding trip, the Clarks settled down at their home on Pacific Avenue, S.F.
Next at hand is a letter from Dick Baldwin with a great deal of news penned at his Westfield, N. J., home. The first item concerns the New York alumni dinner, at which the following '42's were present: Ed Millikin, Ash Hanson, Bob Gorman, Al Dingwall, Tom Hunter, Chuck Gibbons, Ted Lapres, Frank Bartlett, Bill Gray, Bob Shoup, Jim Froude and Bill Scott.
On January 19 of this year, according to scribe Baldwin, Miss Audrey Hoag was married to BuckyStrader, but where deponent sayeth not. A prenuptial, or, and I quote, "last gasp", party was organized by Chuck Gibbons to celebrate the event. Those present, including the host, were Bert Englert, Dave Warren, Hugh Halsey, Dick Lippman,Hazen Hinman and Mr. Baldwin.
Lindy Di Fabio is, according to this same letter, "thinking of having a beer bust later this spring and have the boys add a few extra rooms on his house to take care of the four children in the family, one of rather recent vintage." The short man, it seems, is working for Bamberger and Co., in Newark and living in Westfield. His family census mark puts him near the top of the group, I should think.
In a modest wind-up, Dick says that he is still with Reynolds and Co., on what he vaguely refers to as "The Street." (Wonder if this firm, whatever they do, really operates out of doors. Chilly, I should think.) He says Dot, Billy and himself would like to find a small house somewhere. A reasonable request.
From Burt Kierstead, news of yet another wedding. The principals in this one were a Miss Susan Horine of Roselle, N. J., and Alex Warden. The wedding took place in the First Presbyterian Church of Roselle, January 22, with the reception in the Elizabeth (N. J.) Cataret Hotel. The Wardens honeymooned in Bermuda and are living in Bluefield, W. Va., where Alex is assistant trust officer of the Flat Top National Bank, an institution, I would guess, that is heartily glad that Chester Gould has invented a new villian for Dick Tracy to bring to dock. Burt was able to furnish such a complete report because he was an usher at the ceremony.
His letter continues to say that he sees HarryBartlett and wife Janie in Hartford, Conn., quite often, where Burt's parents reside. Harry is an administrative officer with Connecticut General Life Insurance Company. Tom McElin, this voluminous Yonkers, N. Y., epistle says, is still in residency until June at the Mayo Clinic; Art Stukey in Cleveland Heights in the export business (whether the bulk of the export trade is to Cleveland is not specified); Air. and Mrs. Ed Ferbert, Mr. and Mrs.Bob Strausenberg were all seen by Burt at the implausible Cornell football game, with Ed labelled as a big pig iron magnate.
At the Harvard game—Kirstead claims to be associated with some outfit called the American Machine and Foundry Co. in the Bakery Sales Department, an obvious fabrication since he is beyond a doubt a football scout. Well, at the Harvard game, he saw Tom Moore who is about through his residency at Children's Hospital, Boston, and will head back to the mid-west upon its completion.
Which reminds me—during a recent weekend in Boston where I successfully vied for existence with the Palamountains' cat (al though a spunky animal, it's small), Annetried to put me in touch with the smallest man in the class of 1942, Dr. Ted Arico. Unfortunately, he was on call at the hospital (Mass. General? My notes are blurred), so I was unable to tower over him once again. Ah, well, another time.
From the New York, or Lippman, precinct: a reminder that there will be another '42 dinner sometime in April at the Dartmouth club for all those in or near Manhattan. Anyone who wants more exact particulars whenever they become available may have same by getting on the list of R. Grover Lippman, 219 West 80th Street, N. Y. 24, N. Y. Or by writing the same Elsa Maxwell at the Dartmouth Club, where he may be found any day between the hours of 4 p.m. and 4 a.m.
Further details from the ineffable Lippman on the Hoag-Strader nuptials. Miss Hoag was from Far Rockaway, and C. Gibbons was the best man, and H. Hinman a witness.
The Lipper notes another wedding: Miss Jean Gernhardt to Matthew Bride, both of Brooklyn, in St. Berndon's Church (guess where), on January 2.2. Frank Faruolo was best man, Hugh Corrigan and Ted Leslie, ushers. Warren Kreter, Scottie Matthews, Don Walls,Rollo Hummel, Wally Sigler and the Lipper were among the guests. A reception which started at Miss Gernhardt's home wound around to the Brooklyn Navy Yard Officers Club and the G.A., after the Brides had left for their honeymoon.
Enclosed in Dick's letter was a list of those attending the N. Y. Alumni dinner which he had his club give him (it's sometimes called the Dartmouth Club, but Lippman really owns it). It has some slight differences from Dick Baldwin's list, to wit: R. C. Cranex and H. Allison are on the Lipper's list and not on Baldwin's. Well, I don't want to start a fight, but
Now I intend to sleep for 30 days.
Secretary, Howe Library, Hanover, N. H.
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