1909
As this writing, the glorious class of '09 s in the middle of a job to get some guy to act as class agent, Jim Greenebaum having resigned. The nod was given to Cad Cummings, but he admits he ain't got the energy he used to have, by .gum, even if he's given up some of the responsibilities of his job. On top of that he's got televisionitis since a friend left a set at his house. "The darn thing," opines Cad, "has changed the whole system of the Cummings household. Reading almost gone to pot, and letters never get answered. Baseball and football games take the place of fish- ing, but we love it."
That doesn't give a guy a chance to do much class agenting, so let's find a classmate who's got some time on his hands. Several names have been suggested, and maybe by the time you receive this batch of news, he'll be installed and laying his plans for next year.
Bertie French, reporting from Sandwich. Mass., writes that Chet Brett has had a big gang of workmen building a guest house for his place at Harwichport, and that expenditures at the then date were three times the estimate. That's in keeping with the times. . .. .Hal Clark, who's on the semi-retired list, was planning on seeing the Holy Cross game at Hanover Arrangements were under way for a class dinner at the University Club the night before the Harvard game.
You birds have received your bills for your 1950-51 class dues. Have you discharged your obligations, or will you wait until you're sued? Remember that the class dues include your subscription to that top-bracket publication, the ALUMNI MAG.
I am informed by my under-cover men that Mr. and Mrs. Norm Catharin of West Medford, Mass., took a sneak trip to Hanover in September and stopped at the Hanover Inn (free ad).
This fall the Childs tribe had the pleasure of a visit from the only grandchild (to date) in the family. I'll have to admit he's quite a boy. He's got hands like a truck driver and is built like the proverbial brick domicile that you hear about. 1 can understand now why Cad Cummings was eager to show a picture of his grandson to the bank teller, only to have the fellow remark that he was the fifth grandfather that day to do the same thing.
If all goes as planned, I'm leaving this weekend (Oct. 7) to travel east to New Jersey, spend a few days with my son John, my sister Mildred Prentice, and at least an evening with Big Boy Tobin 'io, in South Orange, N. J. After working all summer fixing up the barn at Hitching Post Manor, it won't do any harm to see how the other half lives.
Merrill Follansbee and the little woman bought an Olds 98 while they were in Chi this summer, drove up to Minocqua in Northern Wisconsin, then across Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, through the Yellowstone, Idaho, Nevada, on to San Francisco (one must never call it Frisco), Santa Maria and home to Los Angeles. Merrill said he was glad to get back, as it was too hot and too much humidity in the east.
SHADES OF OLD CAP CARTER
How many of you birds remember Cap Carter, the janitor in Massachusetts Hall when it was first built? Schildrniller and I roomed on the first floor opposite the entry during junior and senior years. We felt quite sot up living in a classy new dorm, even if our furniture was on the shabby side, and the bedsprings on our beds sagged to the floor in the middle.
Cap was a nosey old cuss. In one of my desk drawers was one of these self-contained tool kits, with various tools—screw driver, chisel and other handy implements stored in the handle. After returning from a Christmas va cation, I looked for the implement and it was gone. Questioning Cap, he said, "Oh, yes, I thought someone might steal it while you were away, so X took it home for safe keeping." 1 never did get it back.
As a freshman I learned that crime doesn't pay. The second semester, I lived with MauriceKivel in Crosby Hall. Kivel's folks provided him with plenty of spending dough with which he bought fancy neckties and other habiliments. The last day of freshman year when we were ready to depart to our respective homes, a new pair of white flannel pants were delivered to the room, marked for Kivel. I scooped 'em up and put them in my suitcase and Kivel, to the day of his death, never did find out what became of those pants.
But I learned my lesson about crime. Never did I get any enjoyment out of wearing those pants, not even when I knew Kivel was 1,000 miles away in Dover, N. H., and I never did dare wear 'em around Hanover. So, kiddies, if you're tempted to appropriate something that doesn't belong to you, think twice. Whatever it is, it won't do you any good.
It's about time some of you guys were taking your pen in hand and sending news to Aurora. All of you, certainly, don't own television sets.
Class Notes Editor, Pioneer Trail, Aurora, Ohio Secretary and Treasurer, Sandwich, Mass.
