1937
Old Reliable has finally caught up with a sample of news from the N.Y.C. Alumni dinner. Paul F. Marx by way of At Bryant is the double play combination that threw this out at first base:
"A cold rainy evening ushered in the dinner. The crowd gathered slowly. As I stepped from the elevator to enter the grand ballroom of the Commodore Hotel, I immediately was met by MortBerkowitz and Vincent Turecatno. We three cornered a waiter and had a toast. Mort was bushed, having just arrived from a day's work in Philadelphia. I was gasping for breath after finally selling a 1946 Lincoln Club Coupe at a break-even point. Vin seemed well composed. We migrated to our table and there found Fred Forsch—a bit bald but very calm, as who wouldn't be if he were well settled in the financial world. Soon to join the gathering were Franklin Robin and Anton Maggio. Both looked very healthy and happy. A not-too-late arrival was Art Guyer, who is at present planning on getting out of town if he can find a slow boat to Venice.
"We all had a fine evening aided by some very good singing and enjoyed a most interesting talk by President Dickey.
"Other news gathered from the marshes of New Jersey and the crowded island of Manhattan reveals this fund of information:
"Bud Bogert has just purchased a cream buff of a '37 Ford from Salesman Marx and has recently moved into a 'new' home to him. His address, 19 Lyle Ave., Tenafly, N. J. Spoke with his Mrs. recently and found that Bud was on the roof fixing a leak of major proportions. The date of the house warming has not as yet been set.
"Another client who has purchased a '49 Ford, Carl to ayes, came in recently for service so the Vice President in charge of Public Relations had a most mterestmg chat with Carl. We met Mrs. Noyes and his bouncing son. From there we learned the ins and outs of the butter and egg business and round that things are on the up and up with Sheldon Wagner of this territory. Carl also gave out with the information that Paul Dickson is moving into a new home somewhere near Cranrord, N. J. There has been by now a house warmattended by Dick Kryder and others. Further, Bud Reed bought a new Chevrolet two months the plague haunt his fuel pump. Travelling toward the shore of New Jersey, we J Hotaling is the mayor of Beachwood, the Road Commissioner, Commodore of the Yacht Club and operator of a most prosperous boat yard. If you can't find what you want for the sea from Hotaling, you'd better stay on land. He has a fine home on the shores of Toms River. Margaret, aided and abetted by three sons and one daughter, keeps the home organization in high gear. Lt. Colonel Allan Sutter of the U. S. Marines is quartered with wife and infant down in the Carolinas. He moved from Washington to his new base this winter. Also saw Jack Devliti in New York while watching the television broadcast at the Club. "Nothing left to speak of."
Would that we had so "little" to report. But we must have some creative effort or be hung with a lead weight from Brooklyn Bridge. The best reading we can think of at the moment is all from the southland where the big leaguers are in training to whip those of us who are baseball fans into the annual summer frenzy. There is one note on football we haven't seen in any of the columns, and that is the effort made this winter to break up Dartmouth's excellent football staff. Colleges all over the map made overtures to every one of the grid coaches including Tuss. Only Georgetown was successful. Dartmouth will miss Bill Battles, one of the smartest football minds we have encountered in the Davis Field House over a period of a few seasons and then some. Even when Dartmouth was sending out boys to do a man's job in '45 and '46, Bill's scouting reports on the enemy were classic examples of reporting on the opponent's strength and weaknesses. It will mean a great deal next fall that all other raids were nipped in the bud.
The second athletic note we feel is of general interest because it explains why Hanoverians hate to leave Hanover. We refer to the Annual Children's Carnival. One has to be present to understand the thrill of watching over 100 youngsters matching skating and skiing skill with all the tenseness of professional golfers. It is always a big day for the kids, a bigger day for the spectators. As one who was brought up on a winter sports diet of YMCA pool wizardry and Saturday afternoon movies in which Tom Mix was always the hero, it comes easy to appreciate the difference between growing up in a place like Hanover as compared to even a small city. Having thus philosophized like a philosopher, we rush to meet the deadline for another month. [Ed: Malarkey! You're four days late.]
Secretary, Ski News, Norwich, Vt.
Treasurer, 17 High St., Greenfield, Mass.
Class Agent, 1121 Park Sq. Bldg., Boston 16, Mass.
