1939

If, instead of the gift of good looks, the Lord had given me to understand that time flies, I'd not be sitting here now on blue Monday night, one week after the deadline, hunting and pecking, through bloodshot eyes. I'd be listening to Peter Pan, Ramar of the Jungle and Liberace; playing pick-up-sticks; faking my way through long division and fractions, and wondering why Santa Claus had to bring the youngest hoodlum a drum, banjo, cap pistol, fire engine with siren and bells, hatchet, baseball bat, boomerang, xylophone and glockenspiel all at once.

Incidentally, do your children express great amazement when you allow that you already know that Columbus discovered America and wool comes from sheep? Arid then in the next breath do they ask, "Daddy, why don't we get one of those pretty new Lincolns?"

Let me not complain. Thanks to JerryBeatty, I've had a month's vacation. Back in the early part of December, when Atlas was standing on my shoulders, Jerry came through on a moment's notice and wrote the copy for the January issue. I am grateful to him. Perhaps when the January issue arrives you'll be grateful, too, and I'll get a permanent vacation.

I did do my own level best to keep Jerry on the job, moaning and groaning and looking pained wherever I went, until I went to a Saturday evening pastoral at the Harrison lean-to in Englewood, N. J. There I had the misfortune to encounter those two benign croakers, Neer and Ley who, toward the close of the seventh round, treated me to a complimentary autopsy. Apparently their eyes met, for they ordered me back into harness.

So here we are and, mirabile dictu, as we are often wont to say around the house, where we speak Latin and Greek exclusively, letters this month are in rather long supply, as you economists are often wont to say when there's plenty of something.

First, a little news of the Midwest for HassWarrener. Bob Wehmeyer, Assistant Superintendent of Agencies for Lincoln National Life Insurance Co., writes from Ft. Wayne, Ind., to tell us that he bumped into Hass Warrener at a meeting of the Life Insurance Agency Management Association in Chicago last November. H. S. Baketel Jr., C.L.U. '20, writes from midwest Philadelphia to pass the word that Hass Warrener went home from Chicago to find himself bumped up to assistant vice president of Union Central Life Insurance Co. of Cincinnati, as of January first. (All it takes is a little publicity in the right place.)

Now comes a folio from H. Foster Clippinger, bachelor, bon vivant, world traveler and raconteur, who refers to himself in the third person:

"Departing Japan early in 1951, he spent six months en route Stateside - two on a Dutch liner in the South Seas and Indian Ocean to Cape Town, two in South Africa, Rhodesia, Belgian Congo, Kenya, Ethiopia, Sudan to Cairo, and two in the Middle East and Europe. ... He settled with Ball Bros. Co., best known for their Mason fruit jars, in Muncie, Ind. (Middletown, U.S.A.). The Company has long since expanded into commercial glass containers, zinc and tinplate metal products, cardboard box manufacturing, rubber and plastic products, and ... Hygeia nursing bottles. ... The first two years were spent as assistant to the vice president in charge of the Metals Division - then into the Commercial Glass Sales Division. It's fascinating to watch a molten ball of glass become a gallon jug by a quick shot of air. Now he's in charge of the unit which handles sales of glass jars and bottles used by the food packing industries. Filled samples are not available . . . but empty glass mayonnaise jars may be had upon postcard request. Extracurricular business activities consist of attending meetings such as the Pickle Fair ... participating in Community Chest, Red Cross, Cerebral Palsy, as worker and Board member, acting in some civic theater plays, etc., etc. By far the most rewarding was serving a year as president of the Muncie Jaycees. A person who has gone through the Boy Scouts and Jaycees programs cannot help but become a good citizen.

"Another highlight was a trip to the Coronation ... in 1953 ... followed by a motor trip through Northern England and Scotland. Edinburgh is so fascinating that my [tsk!] goal in life has become to discover a Scottish ancestor, don the family plaid, and retire there."

With the hope that the boss doesn't come by and find him standing there with his mouth open, gawking at all them red hot glass balls, we leave good citizen Clip and turn to not one note, but two from Bill Russell, Detroit District Manager for Norton Co. (all kinds whetstones) advising us that BobCushman, who has been Pacific Coast District Manager for Norton Co. (world's largest manufacturer of grinding wheels and abrasives) became Assistant to Sales Manager, Grinding Wheels, as of January first, and now hangs his hat at Norton's main plant in Worcester, Mass.; and that Bill Bachman has been made vice president of MacManus, John, and Adams, Inc., well known Detroit advertising

Fred Drake, publisher of Harper's Bazaar, has tipped me, through the medium of TheNew York Times, that Bob MacLeod has been advanced from advertising director to the newly created office of general manager of that magazine. And DeWitt Wallace came over to my table at Sardi's the other evening to give me this exclusive: Bert MacMannis has left the sales staff of This Week magazine to join the advertising department of TheReader's Digest, U.S. edition, in an executive capacity.

From the headquarters of the 31st Fusilier Tank Div., Army of the Aggressor, down in darkest Louisiana, we have a note penned by Maj. Pete Younger just before his tatterdemalion legions went forth to give the flower of our armed forces a bust in the snoot, albeit just a practice bust. The note is very yakeroo. It is also extremely vulgar. Undoubtedly, the good Major has long since been hanged as a war criminal, albeit just a practice hanging.

A brief note from Mary Ann tells us that Chaplain John Evans now is stationed at the Air Force Port in Manila, P. I., and that she and five little Evans are due to join him there any day now.

From Prof. Herbert Garfinkel, of the Department of Government (apparently Poli. Sci. has gone the way of the five-cent cigar), comes the word that Chester M. Wiggin Jr., administrative assistant to U.S. Senator Styles Bridges, recently gave the boys in Gov. 13 (American Parties and Politics, I betcha. Bruce v. Donovan.) a "live" commentary on the American political scene. The good professor says that Chet did a marvelous job and has promised to return next year with further revelations.

From Bob Sullivan, a card announcing that he and Jacqueline have turned their backs on 3321 Dartmouth Place, Evanston, Ill., that all bills may now be sent to 2232 Forestview Road, same place, and that the Sullivans broke bread at Dartmouth Night in Chicago with the Jim Garnetts and Roy Demmons.

X have no further news of the following, other than that they are able to be up and around. This I know because I've seen them: Al Tishman, Bob MacLeod and Charlie Neer at the Columbia game; Dick Monahon at the Princeton game; Irv Naitove, Dick Jackson,Junie Merriam, Jack Coulson and Haven Falconer at various of Harrison's abortive Memorial Fund meetings; Jim Sampson reclining at his ease in Moe Hogan's Place Elegante, just off Times Square; and Clem Burnap, back from Formosa, surrounding the annual two free drinks for members at the Dartmouth Club's Christmas party.

And on the Inn porch: Elizabeth and MikeDaley from Springfield, Mass.; John Gauntlett, from Ithaca, N. Y.; and Ken Weidaw, from Portland, Me. (Weidaw apparently has taken over Dad Richardson's chair. This is his eighth consecutive month.) That is all....

Harold P. Rodes '41 (r), president of Bradley University, with Governor Stratton of Illinois(center) and Maynard Boring of General Electric Co., at the dedication of the university'snew engineering building, part of the expansion program since President Rodes began hisadministration in July 1954.

Secretary, American Bankers Association 200 Madison Ave., New York 16, N. Y.

Treasurer, Empire Trust Co., 120 Broadway, New York 5, N. Y.

Memorial Fund Chairman,