1945
Hmmmm ... that Saturday afternoon reunion picnic at Lake Fairlee sounds like fun and frolic. So does the entire weekend for that matter. Jack and Cliff have really put something together here, and I can hardly wait to sample it. By the way, just to make sure that everything was functioning smoothly in this matter, I made a little trip Hanover way last February. In the course of a pleasant evening at the Jordan's, where Gertie and I were royally received and accommodated, Jack and Cliff recited their, amazing progress, and we considered other "naughty" problems such as a quantative analysis of anticipated beer depreciation and the laws of supply and demand as they affect alcoholic beverages. To qualify as experts, we even undertook a controlled experiment ourselves. I am happy to report that this was a complete success. We were able to establish a mean (really mean, and I mean it) rate of consumption. One problem now remains: how to eliminate the delayed reaction or explosion which, unfortunately, results in a swelling of the cranium and a fogging of the optic area. But, true adventurers that they are, Jack and Cliff volunteered to continue the experiments and promised to come up with an answer in the near future. Of such sterling stuff are Dartmouth men made!
Jack mentioned something about no need to worry, for you can rest "insured" that he has an answer. Write John F. Gile Jr., Insurance, Hanover, N. H. Lest you think the aforegoing was all work and no play, the purpose of the trip was my hockey team's game with the Dartmouth freshman team. The freshmen have a good team this year. Gertie and I also did some skiing at Suicide Six so we did manage to get in some relaxation on an otherwise extremely serious mission.
I have several more items for the social column if you'll bear with me. Last February 12, your super-successful and reverently respected Class Agent Stan Newton, who even now is breathing hotly down your necks in quest of funds, had a small gathering of the clan at 73 Fairview St., Leominster, Mass., site of the new Newton mansion, a massive monument to the money-making magic of milk. In envious attendance were Bob andFlorence Bessom, Marty and Lyn Anderholm,Bud and Lynn Ellms, Spence and ConnieJohnson, Russ and Faye Chase (up from "the city" for the weekend), Gertie and I, and, of course, Stan and Betty. Dick Southwick was there sans wife but with an interesting explanation as to her whereabouts. Seems Louise and the children went to Florida and then, as she was about to return, they came down with the mumps. We all believed Dick. Anyway, needless to say, we enjoyed a pleasant and hospitable evening with plenty of milk for all. The topic of conversation turned to you and reunion, naturally. All present are looking forward to seeing you.
Last social occasion of the winter season was the annual Boston Alumni Association dinner at the Hotel Statler. This, as always, was an outstanding success despite '45's meager representation. Upholding our sadly sagging honor were John Leggat, complaining about the expenses of a new house and preparing for a ten-day Caribbean cruise; CarlTourtellot, with young Andy Kerr from Wayland High; Moe Frye, as gay, dashing and debonair as ever (Moe confided that there might be an "iron in the fire" ... to which I warned against getting burned ... to which he replied that it couldn't be worse than a third degree. I agreed ... to which I'm still not sure); Nick Sandoe, who shook hands with practically everyone there; Cliff Jordan, chaperoning new head football coach, Bob Blackman; and Sumner Dorfman, who somehow got seated with one of the younger classes, '46 I think, but still managed to have a fairly decent time.
Well, having brought you up to date on my winter social activities, let's find out about a few people. Dave Wilkes has joined the copy department of Harold Cabot & Co., Boston advertising agency. Dave has been a free-lance writer on advertising and public relations projects in Manchester, N. H., the last three years, doing work for the Chamber of Commerce. He is also a writer of short stories whose work was cited in the Honor Roll of "Best American Short Stories of 1952." PhilShannon has recently been appointed vice president of John W. Galbreath and Company, Inc., a national firm of realtors and builders. Alan Buchsbaum, who just got himself settled in Middleboro, Mass., has been recalled to active duty by the Air Force. This will be "Bucky's" third trip around. He must be getting dizzy. Sterling Black, son of Justice Hugo Black, has been named counsel for the U. S. Atomic Energy Commission's Los Alamos field office in New Mexico. (I should have entitled this section "Going up in the World?") Sterling, incidentally, has three children. Dick Brown (and are we impressed) has been appointed an assistant vice president of the First National Bank of Boston.
Matrimonially, matters are meager, but the ever-decreasing membership of the '45 bachelor's club received another body blow last December with the announcement of VicSherman's engagement to Miss Ellen Lesley Schenck of Brooklyn, N. Y. Ellen attended Beaver College and was graduated from the Washington Square College of Arts and Science of New York University.
And in case you're wondering where they are now, here are a few new address changes: Dr. Joe Barss is on a two-year tour with the Navy but you can reach him through 2109 Indian Rd., Waukegan, Ill.; Larry Blood is domiciled at 103 East South St. (that just doesn't sound right, somehow), Groton, N. Y.; Dr. Herbert E. "Johnny" Brooks, Resident Physician, 112 Pleasant St., Newton Center 59, Mass.; long Andy Carstensen commutes from 3226 Chadbourne Rd., Shaker Heights 20, Ohio; Jim Eckels occupies 212 Lexington Ave., Menlo Park, Calif.; and for those of you who are lucky enough to get there, Dr.Jerry Peacock can be found either at Queens Hospital or at 2976 Oahu Ave., Honolulu, Hawaii.
And that's that except a slight reminder:
There's one more moonTill the month of JuneYou can't make plansAny too soon.
Secretary, Middlesex School, Concord, Mass.
Class Agent, 73 Fairview St., Leominster, Mass.
