1944

It's hard to imagine that it's a year now since we were planning our flight to Hanover for reunion, but nice to realize that it will only be four more years until we can see Chuck Glines wrap another V-8 around a poplar.

But then there are other places to go than Hanover. As I am typing out these notes on the Remington, Don and Lela Hinkley are aboard the noon balloon for Rome and a three-week vacation in Europe. They'll pick up a Mercedes in the Holy City and careen through the Swiss Alps and French hedgerows while the rest of us are rolling the Toros and spiking crab grass. The merchandising master-mind behind Procter and Grumble's GLEEM toothpaste, Don has become the apple of the stockholder's eye.

The next time you get toxic about the Bureau of Internal Revenue's close scrutiny of expense accounts, think of your kindly old class agent. We just got a postal from BoogMcLoud from the Desert Inn in Las Vegas ... and unless my Manufacturers Almanac has erred, there isn't a hint of automobile battery production facilities in Las Vegas ... and Ido believe the U. S. Rubber Co. is financing the Boog strictly for the sale of their battery separators. But the Boog seems to be going at a steady clip, and clipping U. S. Rubber steadily.

But he is doing a whale of a job on the Alumni Fund drive again this year. In our particular 1941-1949 Green Derby we're now in fourth place out of nine entries. I hope that you fellows won't make it too tough on your respective sub-agents who are contacting you for your donation. The faster you get your contribution in, the more time you'll give them to work on the procrastinators.

Rog Antaya has moved up to West Point. And Charley Fox has returned from Arabia and is now living in Rowayton, Conn. LenLandry, who has always leaned toward living in places with names like something out of a cinemascope Western, has now settled down at Big Mountain in Whitefish, Mont. DickMorse is over in Rangoon, Burma, with the Ford Foundation, and Bob Williamson has staked out in Cleveland. Speaking of Cleveland, Chuck Richardson and Rebecca Schmitt finally got married a couple of weeks ago.

Ever since we came to Ohio, we have found fault with the lack of access to the ocean, the mountains, skiing, chubbing, etc. Last week, while waxing sloppy sentimental about the outdoor marvels of New England, I fell unwary victim to Bill Portman's sales spiel on the excitement of a canoe trip down the Kentucky River. Now I own a 17-foot Old Town canoe, a Coleman lantern, a tent, a brace of sleeping bags, and enough gear to keep George Patton going 75 miles. I've had to hock my spare tire, but at least we'll be wafting down the "Kentuck" with the Portmans over Memorial Day weekend. It'll probably rain and I'll find I didn't buy an umbrella. Oh well, back to Old Granddad.

The old carpetbagger Hardy Caldwell has left the South for the greener currency of Los Angeles. And Bob Kendall is out that way, living in Alameda. Dr. Dave Merrill is down in Pasadena. The Al Roses found an apartment on Staten Island, a nice place to live if vou like ferries. And the Rebel Pill Peddler Earl Owen has a new home in Lynchburg, Va.

Art Saul and Arnold Sanders were our most recent visitors to the hills. Hope you'll all get your Alumni Fund contributions in this year and help McLoud rack up another record.

Secretary, 1105 Center St., Milford, O.

Class Agent, c/o Battery Separator Sales, U.S. Rubber Co., 1230 Ave. of the Americas, New York 20, N. Y.