1931
So far as I'm concerned, the biggest news on the docket to pass along to all the rest of you is that Jack Warwick has taken the big plunge and set up his own advertising agency here in Manhattan. His partner is not a '31er so he will go unnamed but the title of the firm is Woods & Warwick. As a competitor, I will do my level best to comb him out of my hair but, for the same reason, I've got to admit that here's a pretty smart guy who has made a very smart move ... and I know you join me in wishing him the greatest success. However, Jack isn't the only one making his presence felt in his chosen profession. Art Ecker, faculty member of the State Medical College at Syracuse University, has his gold-embossed name on a new book titled The Normal Cerebral Angiogram. When I first read that item, I thought it must have something to do with a more intense way of playing Canasta or a new hobby to replace crossword puzzles, but Webster set me straight and X, for one, am deeply impressed by anybody who could write a book on such a subject. (Everybody may now take time out to look up the definition and find out what it is that Art has done.)
The Smiths are in the news again: BillSmith, Treasurer of the Wesson Memorial Hospital, is able to report the highest gross earnings in 1951 of any year in the history of that institution; Thad Smith, out Denver way, has just been elected District Chairman of the Rocky Mountain Oil Industry Information Committee for 1952. Thad totes around the briefcase labeled General Attorney for Continental Oil in their western region.
The übiquitous and ebullient Bob Oelman is still adding charms to his watch chain. Not only does he park his brogans on the desk reserved for the Executive Vice-President o£ the National Cash Register Company in Dayton, but he has recently been elected President of the Office Equipment Manufacturers Institute.
Ed Stanford is doing a very interesting thing out in the University of Minnesota where he is the new Acting University Librarian. Simple as it may sound, apparently it has been a serious problem in academic circles to find the best way for bringing the books they want to the undergraduates who want them. As Ed sees his job, it is to "make the vast resources of a well-equipped university library easily accessible to its largest group of customers, the undergraduates" ... and, judging from the accolades in the Minnesota University publication, he is doing an outstanding job.
Among those listed as returning to Hanover Plains during the latter part of 1951, we note Ron Findley, Ernie Moore, Charlie Sullivan and spouse, and Frank Clarkson with Mrs. C.
It isn't very surprising that there isn't more news for this issue but it is a little disconcerting since there is a column to be filled... so let's talk about things in general. (You can be sure that when anybody introduces a conversation in that way, he is going to talk about something that is on his mind, not yours.) The other evening, I had the unusual pleasure of interviewing my own son as a candidate for Dartmouth. It isn't that I am overly impressed with the responsibility of that particular function, nor is my youngster uninformed of the existence of a school called Dartmouth ... but it suddenly dawned on me that I am really not completely equipped to sell that bill of goods. Maybe some of you have had the same experience; but what that incident did for me was to give me another reason for wanting to get back to Reunion this coming June. I want to know more about the school because I find myself talking about things that were, not about things that are. Every time I take a look at a headline or an income tax blank or my own four children, I get a strong feeling that something has to be done about reselling the things that Dartmouth represents. If this doesn't make any sense to you, just credit it to the idle musings of a character who has been out for 20 years and is finding memories to be pleasant companions. If you do feel any part of this yourself, however, maybe you would like to get together with the rest of the gang and talk it over. That's just another reason for putting a circle around 13, 14 and 15 on the June page of your 1952 calendar. Meanwhile . . . Happy Valentine Day.
Secretary, 6 Walbrooke Circle, Scarsdale, N. Y. Treasurer, 730 Sherman Ave., Plainfield, N. J. Memorial Fund Chairman 224 Beverly Rd., Scarsdale, N. Y.
