1936

At the annual meeting of the Boston Alumni Association a goodly number of '36ers put in an appearance. Among the attendees were Bob Ingersoll, Tony Muello, Dick Treadway, Dick O'Hare, a visitor from Springfield, A I. Doolittle, just back from skiing on Cannon, Cliff England, Frank Weston, Bob Houlihan, and Pete Fitzherbert, down from Auburn, Maine. Pete hasn't been heard from since, but when you start hearing about the Alumni Fund shortly you can be sure he made it safely to Auburn that night, despite blinding snow and heavy drifts.

Learned from Bob Ingersoll that HarryCoronis and he have taken a serious interest in the noble sport of curling. The good doctor, never one to boast, spoke poorly of his own skill, but let on that Skip Coronis won the Bonspiel at his own rink in Nashua. In recent months both these boys have been observed wearing plaid sport caps in public places; perhaps the deep-freeze shuffleboard mit brooms is somewhere connected!

Cliff England was feeling sorry for himself in that, come May 29, he's going to have to skip over to London to check on things at headquarters. Actually Cliff works gainfully for an old English establishment known as Employers Liability Assurance Corp., Ltd. While there is every indication that his overseas duties can be cleaned up efficiently in a matter of a week, Cliff has condescended to take Phyl along; together they figure they can clean up his assignment very easily in six weeks byway of Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, Holland and France. Don't forget the old No. 2 Brownie, folks..

A few years back, a lad from Salem, Mass., Sub Harris, was wed in New York to a Fenlon gal, Harriet, from down Texas way. Them kids kinda forsook the North mostly and have become full time Texans. Perhaps you saw the February issue of American Home.. . and if so, you got a right pretty shot on Page 47 of the way Sub and Harriet remodeled an old house in Houston, coming up with a Jimdandy of a place, with the help, of course, of a few cokes and lotsa aspirin!

Those of you who are acquainted with the rank of Young and Rubicam in the firmament of top-drawer advertising agencies will well appreciate that the vice president of such an establishment is a man of considerable talent. A hearty handshake to Aldis Butler, Y and R's new veep, as of recent date.... Another agencyman, Bob Prentice, has recently moved over to Compton Advertising, Inc. There he joins Reg Bankhart '35 and will direct the destiny of one of Procter and Gamble's leading brands. Incidentally, Bob had a big hand in getting you to enjoy instant coffee during his stay with Doherty, Clifford, Steers and Shenfield.

If it has to do with records, cherchez Columbia's Jim Conkling and expect to locate him near the top. Jim was recently elected president of the Record Industry Association.... Noted in a recent paper that Jack Teuton, Manchester's (N. H.) Industrial Agent, continues to load Manchester with new industry from out of state. This article identified Quincy Adams Colonial Doors, Inc., as the company most recently to respond to Jack's come-hither therapy.

In Hartford, Conn., the Democratic Party defeated the Citizens Charter Committee in the November municipal election. On January 4, at 9:45 A.M., Superior Court Judge Molloy swore into office Jack Kenney, new corporation counsel.... Some three weeks later we noted that the programme of the Hartford Symphony Concert included Opus 34, a new commentary written by Sam Morse, currently instructor of English at Trinity College In memory of the late Sidney Cox, professor of English, the College has announced the establishment of an annual award for original writing by students. Selected to judge these offerings are "Disenchanted" Budd Schulberg, Robert Frost and A. B. Guthrie.

Confession is good for the soul and after twenty tormented years, Dick Dorrance has sent us a written confession of the identity of "Eleazar," so familiar to you as an undergraduate author. It seems "Eleazar" was two, Dick being one half and Frank Kappler, the other. Apparently Dick decided to "sing" on the night of February 24 as he sat suffering at home, a lone despairing man. Nina was away and a startling knock was audible at the door. "You were expecting the Stork, perchance?" spake Frank as he entered. "Quite so," responded Dick. It was thereafter a matter of mere minutes when Miss Nina Helen Dorrance made her premiere, on a stage elsewhere in the city. Dick observes that "Mother Nina (and this is the fifth successive Nina, by generation) does well and expects to be back at her editor-in-chief job for Macfadden's TrueStory in a few weeks. She does admit, though, that having Nina Helen was even a bigger thrill than passing Life in newsstand sales in 1953. Ah, these modern women!"

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