1943

A word of explanation about the new Class Secretary is in order. Be it known to all of you who read this, that out of a class of 650, I was elected unanimously by a group of nine, who gathered in February for the Boston Alumni dinner at the Statler Hotel. There was very little chance for me to refuse this dubious honor, so let me state that the class is stuck and will have to go along with my feeble attempts.

Those who did you wrong were: FarmerMeade, Harry Gustafson, Paul Randall, FredStockwell, Bill Glovsky, Phil Jackson, JimCruickshank, Stan Levin, and the emaciated John Koslowski. Kos says he has lost weight, but he sure could have fooled me. Hair, yes, weight, no. Anyway they perpetrated this crime while I had a chicken leg in my mouth, and before I could get it out I was condemned - I mean elected.

Just like the well-known chain and its many links, this column will be only as good as the fountain of news that nourishes it, and any information that can be forwarded to me will somehow or other find its way into print. If you send pictures, which are always welcome, please be sure that they are the glossy prints.

It would be nice to have one person from each of the various sections of the country, who would make it his business to collect news and channel it through me, and if this is possible it will make our future visits together more interesting.

Spread in front of me on my desk are newspaper clippings and registration cards from Hanover Inn and from them this month's column will be forged. Making the solemn pilgrimage to Hanover during the cold wet months were Stan Priddy, with whom I have played a bit of badminton during the year and who is milking Investment Funds from an unsuspecting public to feather his nest for the future. Kelly Coffin down from Rutland, Vt., and Bob Fuiks up from Wellesley Hills to spend a few days among old memories at the Inn.

Hop-Scotching the World for Headlines: Tom Schrotch is now out of a job from his own newspaper, the Brooklyn Eagle, which closed after a 47-day strike. Tom's father was the owner and publisher of the paper. Come to think of it if Tom doesn't get another job, maybe he could take over the one I am trying to do.

Bill Schumacher, a fellow medical student, has been appointed to the Fairfield State Hospital in Newtown, Conn., as a staff psychiatrist and has moved there with his wife and two sons. He'd better get rid of that beard or he might be mistaken for Dr. Freud.

Word comes from Dacy Stevens, who was made head of the Red Cross Drive in Port Chester, N. Y. If his soliciting is as good as his trumpet playing I am sure his townspeople will benefit greatly. Another man who got his start in Wheeler Hall, Roy Watson, has been named successor to his father as president of the Kahler Hotel Corporation and was recently elected president of the Minnesota Hotel Association.

Down here in Boston Tom Gerber won first prize in a press contest for his series on church charity rackets.

Jim Wells, whose mother is one of the sweet Grey Ladies at one of my hospitals here in Boston, has fulfilled his desire to be an actor by being made salesmanager of the Underwood Deviled Ham Company.

Capt. Brad Morse, chaplain of Westover A.F.B., was cited by the press for the excellence of his sermon at the First Congregational Church in Holyoke, Mass. He is at present living in Westover with his wife and four children. Word has just reached me that FredStockwell, long with a real estate firm in Boston, has left to take over the family company, Barbour-Stockwell in Cambridge, and will now be a purveyor of machine tools and precision instruments. The last bit of news on my desk is that Kevin Kenny will now be better able to furnish the luxuries of life to Barbara and his two sons, since he has become a partner in the law firm of Kenny and Kenny, Hartford, Conn.

This column will have to serve as my interneship in writing, and maybe soon I can go out into private practice. You will have to bear with me until I can get the feel of the thing, and also until some of you begin to send the news. I don't want to make this a letter mainly about Boston and environs so those of you in the nether regions will have to supply me with enough pulp to go to press.

We now take a three month hiatus until the fall - here's to you all for a wonderful summer. Between deliveries I hope to give my mashie and niblick some work to do. If you get around these parts please join me.

FELLOW SALES EXECUTIVES with the same company are John W. Berry '44 (center) andJ. William Craig Jr. '44 (right), general sales manager and general sales supervisor respectivelyof L. M. Berry and Co., one of the two largest organizations which make up the yellow-pagesections of telephone directories. Shown with them at Dayton headquarters is Robert W. Brundige, also a sales executive.

Secretary, 314 Commonwealth Ave. Boston 15, Mass.

Class Agent, Middlefield St., R.F.D. 1 Middletown, Conn.