1942

Well, we've finally made the turn into 1952 and I, for one, never thought we'd do it. After this, only three more times and then it's the next runner's turn to tote the baton. Me, I'm going over and lie down under that elm and catch my breath. It hasn't been a particularly good run, but it's been a long one.

Now then, to business. Last month I finally got free from my burrow long enough to get up to Hanover and locate the Fanellis with more exactitude. They're out on the Lyme road and, if you hear the dulcet tones of a zither, turn in (Betty got one for Christmas). I'm happy to report that all of them—Alex, Betty, young Chris and slightly younger Kathy—are in splendid health and that the two younkers were undoubtedly happier when I went away from there (well, after all, X don't get too many chances to play with electric trains these days).

They had news of Mr. and Mrs. Ash Hansen, Larchmont residents. Ash is with the Celanese corporation and they have four handsome kids (I know—saw their pictures). They are, more or less in order, Carol, Tom, Rob and Ted. This must put the Hansens well up in the 194 a Fecundity Derby. Any one of you people at the Five post? Or, wonders of fertility, Number Six?

Another one of my Hanover scouts (a sort of sub rosa one-man named Snuffy Smith '41 who deals out the DCAC tickets with such suavity and dispatch) passed on the information that he had seen Lt. Cmdr. Fred Slack early last fall, at the Penn game to be exact. Fred, at that time, was shortly due to depart for Japan, Snuffy said.

I have one more Hanover item to report. In Stones' bookstore about a month ago (all the elite meet there), I saw Dr. and Mrs.Hank Wood-worth. Hank is a general practitioner up the river a piece in Vermont (Bradford? Bristol?) and, from the size and number of his book purchases that day, I would say quite a successful one.

Over the New Year's weekend, I traveled down to Cambridge, Mass., where Joe andAnne Palamountain held a very successful seminar on merrymaking in their Adams House (it's a dormitory at a place called Harvard) apartment. Also on hand were a pair of Continental types—Mike and PollydeSherbinin. They were recently back from a four-year tour of duty in Geneva, where Mike was a public relations officer for the International Refugee Organization. At that time (i.e. New Year's) Mike was feebly fending off the charge of employers knocking one another down to bid on his services. By now, he's probably weakened and is gainfully employed.

The same week end we paid a visit to Dickand Barbara Lee and were shown the newest acquisitions to the Lee family, Constance and Tommy, as engaging and handsome a set of blonde year-old twins as you will ever see. Barbara flew to Europe in late October to adopt them and returned in early November. They swell the Lee tribe to four, Susan and Peter being their older step- sister and brother.

That ends the personal Farley reporting, but it's a bit more informative than my usual somnolent stuff. Sad to relate, the same cannot be said of the mail catch. The written word is not greatly in evidence, but it was the Christmas season and, understandably, people had other things on their minds.

In behalf of the Class I'd like to express condolences to Art Cox, whose father, Prof. Sidney Cox, died at Hanover last month. A complete report appears in the front section.

I must acknowledge a nice batch of Christmas cards and shall do so herewith. In hand are ones from Bob, Mary, Janet and Dickon Pitman, Joe McCormick, Sally and Craig Kuhn, Bill Mitchel, the Lees, Fanellis and Palamountains, Ruth, Proc, Candy, Patti and Bob Page and Paul Vaitses.

Paul enclosed a clipping with his and a note: "The enclosed will bring you up to date on my skirmish at the polls—modesty forbids my saying more." And well it might! In his maiden try, Paul was elected an alderman-at-large for the city of Melrose, Mass., grabbing off the highest total of any of the seven candidates running, a comfortable 5259 votes. In any future attempts, it's going to be hard for him to improve on that first shot.

Bob Pitman also thoughtfully appended a note to his card, a handsome photograph of snow-capped Wyoming peaks. He's working for an advanced degree in geology out there and expressed hopes of getting to Hanover in June for the Tenth. He also noted that there had been a picture of Lennie Woods in the magazine section of the Denver Post last summer as a participant in a sports car race at Aspen, Colo.

Also in the file is another communique from my predecessor, M. Page, from his wealth-laden Burlington, Vt., business. He happened to be scanning the financial pages of the N. Y. Herald Tribune as is his plush wont and spotted a familiar face—another tycoon, Harry Jacobs, he of Bache and Company, New York. Harry was elected president of the Investment Association of New York in December. A Richard W. Baldwin of Reynolds and Company was named secretary of the same group—this might well be our Dick Baldwin, last known to be associating with the men on The Street. Proc said he talked with Sid Bull in Boston recently and occasionally sees Bob Searles who lives about four Burlington houses away.

In scrabbling through my files, I've come up with a letter from Fred Nichols, which I somehow or other overlooked last month. Fred reports that their third daughter, Debra W., was born May 7, 1951, joining Suzanne, fourand-a-half, and Michelle, three. As Fred rightly points out, "this gives us the start of a nice family." He's supporting that nice family traveling eastern and central Massachusetts and Rhode Island for the electrical wire and cable division of the United States Rubber Company. Reports on Art Henderson {"getting along real well in Needham") and Al Thompson ("really busy- as a dentist in Newton") were sent along by Fred.

A thoughtful professional announcement was sent along by Dr. Jim Dietrich (okay, if you want to be formal, "Herbert James Dietrich Jr., M.D.") announcing his opening of an office for the practice of oto-laryngology at 1101 Beacon Street, Brookline, Mass.

And now an engagement item. It is that of Miss Roxanne Emilie Welsh of Winnetka, 111., to Capt. Clifford Bateman Ewart Jr., of Westover Field, Mass. A wedding is planned for the early winter. Bate, who was recalled to active duty this year, is with the Air Transport Command.

And now, from the West Coast itself and our tireless Class Treasurer himself, Jack"Pony-Up" Harriman. He encloses a thoughtful swatch of notes he has received along with class dues remittances (have you, like this sluggard, been tardy? Well, then, let's both of us attend to that iteml). Unfortunately, he sends along no news of himself and we can only hope his legal chores are both interesting and lucrative.

First of the Harriman cache is a brief item from Ray Wattles. I decipher it thusly: "Am a graduate student at Haaavahd—in French (indecipherable) at this point." Then, from Ollie Quayle: "Now back with A. C. Gilbert and Company as district manager and Washington representative. Very nice. Enjoy Washington again. Keeping my nose on United World Federalists and, of course, the Democratic party. Making a living and having fun 'politicking.' Jackie, Oily IV and Randy all peachy."

Then there's a note saying that MajorJohnny Wyper is how stationed at Far East Air Force headquarters in Tokyo, Japan, doing supply work.

And, here's a surprise to me, which only proves my long-held contention that, as a reporter, I'm an excellent plumber. It is a note from George Hinkley to Jack, saying:

"It's just taking me a little longer to get through Dartmouth than it did the rest of you fellows. Of course, the real reason I'm here is the fact I want to be sure of accommodation for our Tenth Reunion! We're having a grand time anyway. (We equals Hink and Vi—Ed.)"

All the times I get up to Hanover, I've got to find out that Hink is there via Los Angeles, Calif.!

Confirmation of the marriage of Miss Deborah Sue Rivkin to Richard Winston Lippman, previously forecast here, was received in the announcement of that happy event at Philadelphia, December 23.

And there you are^-men—next month the complete Heald-like sWop on the Tenth. You can't afford to miss it!"

Secretary, The Daily Eagle, Claremont, N. H. Treasurer, 6178 Blackburn Ave., Los Angeles 36, Calif.