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This month it's Ken Spalding who gets our career-man Oscar for climbing to one of the peaks in the business world. Ken left American Optical late in 1949 to take over as president and treasurer of E. F. Hodgson Co., Inc., makers of Hodgson Houses, with offices at 8 Newbury St. in Boston and a factory in Dover, Mass. Established in 1892, the company became "America's First Prefabricator," and its prefabricating line has since spread out in all directions. There are houses to fit all manner of requirements, for small families and large, bulging bank accounts or less well-padded ones, cold climates or warm—and there are also dog kennels and tool houses, camps, cabins and cabanas. It's a company with a grand name and a flock of satisfied customers, and Ken appreciates especially its "good hard core of personnel with know-how."
There is a palm or two also this month for Mel Merritt, new general partner, as of February 1, in the New York Stock Exchange firm of Harris, Upham & Co. Mel put his wife Helen and young daughter Melita in a Florida cottage, took a little holiday with them there, and then set about rearranging his business affairs. After 11 years as a partner in the Boston firm of F. S. Moseley & Co., he feels that the new connection will give him broader scope for servicing accounts he has developed throughout the country. Harris, Upham has 40-office coverage reaching clear to the Pacific Coast and deep into the heart of Texas, although Mel will stick to Boston as his base of operations. His good letter ends on a domestic note: "My only residence now is Marion, Mass., down on Buzzards Bay. We bought a house there a few years ago intending to use it for about six months of the year. However, we liked it so much that we now live there nine or ten months and so far have taken our annual vacation in the winter. Last year Helen and Melita (41/2) were in Ber- muda, but I think we all prefer the Delray section of Florida and unless we run into school difficulties we will probably continue to go down there as long as the cash holds out."
All of us who read the April MAGAZINE tribute to Red Small (winner of the 1950 Hillebrand Prize awarded by the Washington Section of the American Chemical Society) can take pride and comfort in the knowledge that there are people like Red who devote themselves unstintingly t® the relief of pain among their fellow human beings. An army of Red Smalls is the best prescription we know of for preventing the world from coming apart at the seams.
Hal Bernkopf's wife Elizabeth has teamed up with another gal named Bernice Roman to inform readers of the Boston Globe on fine cookery, party-throwing, and all manner of kindred subjects. Their column appears under the heading. "So You're Going to Have a Party." It will tell you, in readable prose, how your wife can prepare and serve Christmas dinner for three or four generations of the family with no apparent trouble at all, or how to feed as many as so teen-agers who are "hollow down to their toes." If you don't have a wife, Liz also comes in handy because she advocates the glad hand of hospitality for such as you at Thanksgiving time and on other festive occasions. "What is your problem?" the column asks regularly, and many a worried and wondering housewife is now commencing to lay her entertainment problems on the Globe's doorstep.
Our boy Al Foley came in for some anonymous publicity when Edward Weeks, editor of the Atlantic Monthly, reminisced recently before the American College Public Relations Association. Said Editor Weeks, who may not know Editor Foley of '20's Twenty as a brother under the skin:
"Only last fall I read of some harmless history professor who sat reading a newspaper in his study. The man apparently didn't realize that this sort of thing wouldn't do at Dartmouth. At any rate, a rifle bullet came through the window, perforated the paper and just missed the professor himself. It's another world, and hardly what we're used to at Harvard. I don't believe an undergraduate has taken a shot at a Harvard professor for some time. Eliot and Lowell both lived to a ripe old age without having stopped any lead."
As these lines are being typed A 1 is presumably packing his bag for his spring junket on behalf of the College. He was on the program for the freshman Fathers and Sons Dinner, in New York March 27, and then was scheduled for speaking engagements in Rochester and Syracuse before the end of the spring recess. There are few "recesses" in Active Allen's itinerary.
Things happen, after all, in Philadelphia, as Reporter Baketel makes known to us.
"Boots Leßoutillier, the squire of Wayne, was in the office the other day with Pip Aitken who is currently working on the Pennsylvania Turnpike extension, and who says it will be completed before the January 1, 1951, deadline. Heaven knows what the Turnpike will do to Philadelphia's overtaxed traffic situation, but that is no concern of Pip's. Because of labor difficulties Boots has sold his apple orchard and is confining his attention to chicken raising. Pat Tobin has bought a small house on one of the fine old estates in Villa Nova; remodeled, added to it, and moved in a while ago. Son Gregory hopes to go to Haverford School next fall and'is headed for Dartmouth. Incidentally, the' store with which Pat is associated, Steigerwalt's, one of Philadelphia's old, established shoe stores, has been so successful with the country store he opened in Haverford that they plan to open another one in Chestnut Hill."
Good bulletin from Waterbury, Conn.: Ginger Bruce continues the painfully slow progress toward complete recovery from the bad accident of many months ago.
Carl Lenz's younger daughter Joyce is completing a three-year course at the Portsmouth School of Design in New York. A while back she was "finished" at top-ranking Masters School (sometimes known as Dobbs) in Dobbs Ferry, N. Y Artie Stern is a grandpoppa, and a proud one, with the arrival of granddaughter Indra in Artie Junior's family Representative Hib Richter made the rafters of the Massachusetts legislature ring with his appeals for widening of the Worcester Turnpike as it passes through Brookline where Hib and his constituents abide.
One of our sleuths in the South ran across Rabbit Yuill the other day and reports him to be a popular member of the faculty at the University of Mississippi. He has been there for four years; handles the life insurance course and some sections of the old standby, Eccy 1. He is, says our informant, "a Dartmouth graduate and a very likable chap." Which follows, we've always assumed Sam Center was a starter, if not a finisher, in the winter tournament of the New Hampshire Bridge Association Reports we have seen of the Dartmouth Players "truly superlative performance" of King Lear attribute no small share of the credit to Mrs. William A. Carter for her interpretation of the role of Goneril. Shiro Akahoshi is back on the class roster, residing at 6088 Kugenuma, Fujisawa City, Kanagawa-ken, Japan Brush manufacturer Andy Albright has a new place of business at 311 Hillside Avenue in Livingston, N.J.
The sudden and lamented death of cheery Arthur "Shrimp" Hale is reported elsewhere in this issue.
We won't labor—yet—a very important point: The 1950 Alumni Fund Campaign is on! We're 30 years out. Supposedly we'll never be better than we are today. How high is up for us?
Secretary, Blind Brook Lodge, Rye 17, N. Y. Treasurer, Windmill Lane, Arlington 74, Mass. Class Agent, Box 315, Hanover, N. H.
