1944

I'm pleased to pass along a carefully thought out assumption. You're all independently wealthy! It's either that or you're all sensitive and shy, and despise public relations because of Mike Todd! In any event, however 1 may have enjoyed the lovely Christmas cards, I'm appalled at the lack of "promotion." Egad, if you have anything to buy or sell, you've got a pretty active audience amongst the 600-odd other up-towners. And if you haven't got anything to buy or sell, well, let the others have a chance to envy you ... and give their wives something else to talk about. At least, let me have a little news! News-wise I'm starting out '58 as prosperously as the machine tool builders.

I was pleased, of course, to catch Bud Coith wandering about the shopping emporiums of lower Cincinnati the weekend before Christmas, mas,sharing my dilemma ... and to have Sperk Welch drop by the next weekend and hold my hand during the shock and shame of the Browns-Lions playoff game. Don Hinkley blew in for the holidays. He and Lela and the kids came back from England for the Yule and a round of parties in their honor. Don looks more like the Duke of Edinburgh every time I see him, and I surmise it came as a jolt when P&G promoted him out of England to take charge of their Continental advertising operations in Brussels. The Hinkleys at this writing are down in Nassau, supposedly on a cruise of the islands with Don skippering, but with the hurricane reports we've been receiving about the area, I just hope he's barricading the family in a comfortable tree hut.

If you want to see three handsome lads, you plan to stop in and see the McLaughrys the next time you're wafting through Hanover. Bruce is now big enough to wear the old man's '44 reunion sombrero, Rob strolls around in an authentic "D" sweater, but young William, born last November 21, hasn't shown the slightest interest in the school. Speaking about Hanover, Syd Bowers made a reasonably long trip back to the plains a few weeks ago, wandering in from Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. That's almost as far as Cincinnati.

John Handwerg came to Dartmouth from River Vale, N. J., and is still there, now one of the leading town fathers. He is road commissioner, a member of the finance and real estate committees, and auxiliary policeman, and is now a Republican candidate for the Township Committee. John likes to combine pleasure and work and specializes in construction, maintenance, and operation of golf courses.

you remember a while back when I was encouraging you to send in a bit of news and extolling the virtues of a little publicity if you're buying, selling, hiring, or joining. Well, I have here a bit for those interested in selling the baking industry. Confident that I'm the only one silly enough to be doing so, I feel safe in telling you about the special campaigns manager of Quality Bakers of America ..Brack Hazen. Brack and Barbara Shook of Dayton are now man and wife, as of December 28. Barbara is a Smith girl and is an editor with Artists and Writers Guild, Inc. I told you what Brack was doing, but the New York Times in their article saw fit to headline Brack as owner of a ski lodge in Vermont. He is that, indeed, the Hampton Club Ski Lodge in Manchester ... and also the founder of the Hampton Club in Southampton, L. I. ...but by George, his most important effort is serving that great baking industry. I just hope he'll see that I'm thrown out gently and with respect the next time I call on QBA. The Christmas card picture of the Buffy Crawford Hills with their five wonderful youngsters is great but I'm afraid the MAGAZINE won't print it because the old man is somewhat subdued in the background and overshadowed by the first team. I got a card this year from a chap I hadn't seen nor heard from since the times of Gen. Hugh Johnson and the Blue Eagle, so you just can't tell with cocktail parties. Apparently he and Jim Olsen got jammed in a corner and exchanged life histories and addresses. Speaking about basketball, if we were, you've probably heard about our good Cincinnati team this year and the Big "O." Well, the Big "O" is only good when he's got his giant center, Connie Dierking going for him, and Connie is the spitting image of Bob Meyers in his heyday. (Is this really interesting?)

I can't stand reading this column any more than you can, so I can't recall whether I told you that Gene Kinney has been appointed general manager of Zenith Radio Corp.'s hearing aid division. I've heard for some time about the marvelous job Gene has been doing from a number of people, and if this is repetition so much more for his praise. But, of course, he has to work in Chicago; wouldn't it be nice if he, and the rest of us, for that matter, could work in Marblehead, Mass.? That's where Dick Jones is (his home is at the "Tide Winds," no less) and he's V.P. of Nordblom Co., realtors. That town is better than La Jolla if you're partial to hollyhocks.

I can feel that you feel that I'm straining through this piece, so I'll just brief you on some recent movements: Dr. Brad Campbell is at the Holden Clinic in Holden, Mass. Frankly, I don't know where Kirkwood, Mo., is and how it can be large enough to have the postal zone numbers it does, but if you want to reach John Englehorn, it's Kirkwood 22. And Merle Hagen wanting to be with the champs is now in Janesville, Wis.; Dave Parks, more realistically, is in Ft. Lauderdale, Fla.; Gordon Plummer, a systems and procedures analyst, is here with the middle-roaders, in South Euclid, Ohio; Chuck Larrabee shows good sense in selecting Andover ... and Wynn Underwood in Middlebury, Vt„ but why is George Sawyer in Bolivar, Venezuela?

Recognizing and appreciating that much of your personal self discipline has been relegated to your wives, I would like to appeal, not threaten, for jottings from your memoirs. If we fail in this last appeal, then we go to the ladies... and only you and the Lord know how they like to write!

Secretary, 1105 Center St., Milford, O.

Treasurer, Ballwood Rd., Old Greenwich, Conn.