1940

This one month lag between writing and publication has been, and is, somewhat disconcerting to this non-journalist. Review of recent columns indicates that our seasons are mostly crossed up in the 1940 column. This being a very unusual April in the north country (daffodils and such are about one month ahead of themselves) here's the exception. It's also the next to the last opportunity to request suggestions for fall doings in the Class. We're practically begging since, for reasons unfathomable to those of us who have tried, 1940 football parties, general ones that is, have been characterized mostly by the large numbers who stay away. There will be plans for the usual, and you will be informed, but it would help us if a few suggestions and offers of assistance showed up in the next month or so.

If you're on the west coast take a look at KTTV some night for a closeup of old JackRourke, who's running a new show five nights a week called "Mystery Eyes". The mysterious orbs are not those of Jack, he says.

And if you're anywhere, look out for Scotty, for things are looking very solid in the 1940 Fund campaign. It'll go easier with you if you send in the chip now.

Johnny Peacock is working in customer service in L. S. Ayres & Co., Indianapolis department store, and says, "George 'The Greek'Mahony is one of the founding fathers of the local Army-Navy Club which, under his hand, has a series of picnics each year which are truly worthy of the Pompanoosuc. DonaldMcMahon is about to establish the Cork County Association of Denver by reason of his residence complete with five children." Note from the secretary—now you know why we put all those spaces for offspring on our questionnaire.

Syd Craig is improving the practice of law in Chicago through his work for Sidley, Austin, Burgess & Harper. He writes that, "Bob Raclin was recently down with mumps and worried, and Ray Dau shows up occasionally since moving from the east."

Bob Austin checks in this time around, in person. His position in the Cleveland Statler has been reported by uncounted others. Any classmates stuck for accommodations in Cleveland are promised action at any time. The housing situation for the Austin family is a little tougher to handle, evidently, for June and Susan are residing in Wellesley, Mass., while the Robert commutes.

Ken Newbert has been shifted to Chicago by Dennison, with whom he has been since graduation, except for those two years working for the Navy. Ken, Betty, Sandra and Susan have found a house in Wheaton, Ill.

Kim Atkins has, since our last, a new job and a second son. The job is administrator of the Bath Memorial Hospital, Bath, N. Y. The son is Robert, now nine months. Kim left VA work in Providence for his new work. He reports Hank Birkett as a prospering merchant in Penn Yan, N. Y.

Somewhere along the way through our happily overcrowded file, the following midwinter New York report from Bud Hewitt got stuck under something or other:

"Charley and ]ane Power left a short while ago on a trip to Caracas, Venezuela on behalf of Nelson Rockefeller's International Basic Economy Corporation. They will try to enjoy themselves and look up Bill Harriman, geologist for Creole petroleum in that area. Paul W ess ells is moving back to this, his native, area. He has recently been in the men's clothing business in Jacksonville and intends to do likewise up north. Apparently our state isn't so undesirable after all. Cocktailed with Ben Bacon, down on business from his profitable printing enterprise in Derby, Conn., and he states that Bob Gensel has really struck it rich with his own wayside furniture store in Mineola, Long Island. All classmates residing in our local Lotus Land are urged to drop by. Dr. Alan Johnson (Bud Stein) is perversely lining in the Princeton Club and working twelve to fourteen hours daily at N. Y. U. Bellevue Medical Center, primarily in enzyme research. He definitely is a bachelor! Tex Meyer is putting his Jacko training to good use as an advertising solicitor for the New York Post. Tex shares an apartment on the west side with a former Wyoming basketball star evidently to enjoy the contrast. Jack Crandall is the star of the Dartmouth Club's squash team, currently leading their league, and the old man is actually junior member of the group. Jack, an alert business man, has wisely departed Wall Street for work representing a group of out-of-town newspapers."

Bud is still gathering a collection of current coins by presiding over and sales managing Hortense B. Hewitt, Inc., manufacturers of Glamour Garters, "on sale in over 1800 leading department stores and specialty shops." Since he perversely remains single, the collection is reputedly very large.

Bob Armstrong: "Never sold anything to anybody, but at McGraw-Hill, as associate editor of Electrical Merchandising, I'm an expert at selling everything in the electrical appliance field, from bottle warmers to refrigerators and television sets, and I fill pages with sage observations on how to do it. I am also a photographer, by virtue of having had a Speed Graphic dumped in my lap with the curt command to learn how to use it. I have and do. At least I'm competent enough to feel that taking pictures is a hell of a lot easier than writing, a feeling I seem to share with Life.

"J. H. McMahon, of the New York DailyNews, ran their poll last fall and predicted within 3 or 4 percent Dewey's New York margin, thus becoming the only pollster, to my knowledge, who was right."

Danny Toan is in his last year at the School of Architecture, Columbia, working on a thesis on Skidmore College, a general development plan for expansion. Dr. Bill Blake is a neighbor at Shanks Village, Orangeburg, N. Y.

Maj. Sumner Peterson wrote in from Boiling Air Force Base, Washington, where, he says, "Uncle Sugar via USAF and other investments such as one share of AT&T and poker, crap and bingo" provide the provisions for Phyllis, Phyllis and Peri.

"Jack Little got married and never writes any more and all the stufE I send comes back from Cluett, Peabody so he must have resigned, been fired, quit or retired." In other words, where are you?

And don't forget to write. We can stand anything, even anonymous complaints, which, subject to only minor editing, we promise to publish.

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