1943

On the first lovely warm day of winter let me greet you not only as the father of one, but now the proud possesser of two, gentlemen sons. Andrew Lee was born February 1, and now that it is over we have high hopes that his mother will return to the singing stage so that he and his brother may continue to eat and some day be able to matriculate at their father's Alma Mater. I can see myself up to the age of 85 trying to get that girl, but personally I can't think of a better way to die.

The big news of this month, of course, is the fact that the die-hards gathered at the Hotel Statler in Boston for the Annual Alumni Dinner. As usual the Class of '43 had a small but alert group of stalwart businessmen, who ate as if the government had just declared food illegal. I shall give you a rundown on those present and report.

Seated on my left was Elmer Stevens, who now has two children and is the leading writer for the Patriot Ledger in Quincy, Mass. Stan Levin was there and is the proud father of two. Ralph Entwistle is in town to take the Massachusetts Bar examinations and tells us that he has just married Clydene Rickenbrode, all the way from Texas. He is now living on Beacon Street in Boston, for those of you who would like to drop in for tea. Farmer Meade has sired one child and he was his usual ebullient self. Stan Priddy, who has probably fathered more than we can tell, but none to speak of, loosened up with a great deal of difficulty and bought me a drink before dinner. Harry Gustafson who has now three small mouths to feed, was present and informed me that Harry Bishop who also has three, is now in practice in Philadelphia. Duke Doucette, whom we haven't seen in so long, is now Director of Guidance of the Saugus Schools. That hardy perennial, JohnKoslowski, who knows all there is to know about air-conditioning and proved it to me by showing me the holes in his head, told me that Stacia was at home watching his three children. Three seems to be the magic number, because Bob Fuiks has been blessed with that many and as a side line is handling the advertising for Time magazine in Wellesley.

Bill Glovsky is also a three-letter man, and as you know from previous columns he is practicing law and golf here in town. The '43s were blessed with one man in their class who sat at the head table, this being Fred Stockwell. Fred is such a success in his business that I understand he sprained his ankle last week when he fell off his wallet. One very familiar face was not there — Jim Cruickshank — a really inveterate dinner-goer. Over the phone his wife assured me things were O.K. and he was out of town on business. Unfortunately, I cannot report to you on the entire evening's procedure, because I left to attend a delivery of one of my patients. I tried my darndest to shift this job of secretary, but with fiendish glee it was voted down. So it seems as if we will be on each other's list for awhile yet.

It must be abundantly clear that out of a gathering like this comes a multitude of news items. So, when any of you attend your local soirees, please appoint someone at the table to drop me a line about it and list who was present and a few sexy items about each, and I shall see that they are disseminated to the general public.

I think that this will be all for this month and I am saving a few letters and bits of news for columns to come. I have also been fortunate enough to snag some of those sheets that were supposed to have been sent to StanPriddy, but I will not relay them until I have used the news items therein.

SEE YOU NEXT MONTH!

Secretary, 314 Commonwealth Ave. Boston 15, Mass.

Class Agent, Lenti Ter., R.F.D. 1, Glastonbury, Conn.