1921
When you think of Doug Storer from now on, say to yourself, AMAZING BUT TRUE. You must break yourself of the habit of saying, BELIEVE IT OR NOT. And why? Because after ten years of litigation which left Doug broke, he has sold his stock in BELIEVE IT OR NOT and also, because this very month you will see featured in bookstores throughout the United States his new book, "Amazing But True," published by Simon and Schuster. It would be amazing but false if Doug, immobile, were to write such a book in his New York office. It is true and amazing that to dig up information, he, accompanied by his indomitable wife Hazel, took a leisurely seven-week trip through Holland, Belgium, Switzerland, Germany, Austria, Italy, Greece, Egypt, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, India, and Scotland. Soon after you read this, Doug may be off again this time through South America with President Eisenhower to broadcast on-the-spot interviews with men and women in the streets, as he did earlier in the Middle East. Nor is this all. In his spare time, Doug with Bob Considine plans to write the biography of the late Bob Ripley.
It was as big as a watermelon, but the shape was more oblong. It was bigger than a giant summer squash but without warts and rounder. It was lacking the hairiness of a cocoanut, and its skin was softer and yellower. It had enough juice to provide Collinses for a Hanover cocktail party of fifty hearty drinkers and enough was left over for two-and-a-half Far-Western meringue pies. It was trucked down from upstreet in Hanover to an East Wheelock Street house, and clever manipulation by the burly expressman could slant it through the front door. Specialists in domestic and imported fruit, the Tanzi brothers, viewed it on special display and remarked: STUPENDOUS BUT INCREDIBLE. Used to lemons the size of an elongated English walnut, Hanoverians were persuaded that it was a gargantuan lemon only after they learned that it came from Connie Keyes's estate in Southern California. Connie says, "What are often maligned as California boasts are only simple statements of fact. I am sending by freight, express charges, $21.21, prepaid, one of our limonatus minisculatus (dwarf lemons to you Yankees) which has not been too badly hurt in growth by re cent frosts."
Hoping that John Woodhouse is listening, Borden Helmer remarks, "I have always enjoyed my work with Union Carbide and consider it the greatest of all American industrial corporations." Bord's wife Burd is sporting a new 1960 back, the result of the sensational "disk and fusion" operation. Bard cannot find a seaplane to rent, refuses to buy one, and consoles himself with the observation, "Come weal or woe, our status is quo." Epigrams are not enough, and he recently became the director of an interesting, rather private, investment fund whose objective is participation in special risks of various kinds with the basic aim of long-term principal growth.
Bill Embree reports that he made an extraordinary discovery last June behind some shrubbery in the Savoy Hotel, London. It was Marshall Exnicios with the largest, most vital, and most aristocratic mustache that Bill has ever seen. Their only reunion took place between the sixth floor and the ground level, but then England is a little island.
Tracy Higgins enjoyed an historic occasion to the full recently. For the first time in 66 years the Democrats controlled the organization meeting of the Suffolk County Board of Supervisors in Riverhead. Present were members of the Executive Committee of the Suffolk County Taxpayers' Association of which Tracy was President until 1958. A Democrat was heard to observe cheerfully, "Those Republicans have been riding high, wide, and handsome for too long." Out of the Air Force after four years, Tracy's son Tom, still single, has taken a job with the Oakland Branch of the Beneficial Finance Co. Mike, also single, still in the family business, is doing well.
Bob Wilson is speaking Japanese with a French accent. Disliking snow almost as much as Dan Ruggles, he is gloating in 64 degree temperature and in the assurance that it has never gone below 53 in the history of Japan.
Hewitt Moore has sold nearly all his apples, but he has some Vermont cider now "worked off" that brings back delightful memories of forty years ago. Dan Ryder reports mournfully that the skiing in Stowe is simply excellent. He has a game leg. Ned Price is planning on a European trip which may take him to Greece in May where he hopes to discuss with Ellis Briggs architectural differences between Chicago and Athens.
Deserving a vacation from extra chores, after ten years as Treasurer of the Sleepy Hollow Country Club, Hilt Campbell resigned. Resting long enough to take two long breaths, he accepted the position as Treasurer of the Phelps Memorial Hospital. On business last month he visited Hanover to recruit at Tuck School for Lybrand, Ross Bros. & Montgomery.
The National Bank of Plymouth County, formed by the consolidation of the Brockton National Bank and the Hingham Trust Co., has promoted Harry Garland, Credit Man- ager and Loan Officer, to Assistant Vice President.
Good golf is often a matter of using your head. Paul Sanderson resigned as President of the Longmeadow Golf Club and then scored a hole-in-one on the 16th hole, his first ace in 26 years of golf. "What iron?" asks Sandy Sanders. Answer: a nine iron.
Stephen W. Graydon '40, of Santa Monica, Calif., Charles W. Graydon '25 of Boston, Jack Graydon '21, and their father and all available wives had a reunion in New York for the Army-Air Force game. This is why Jack, to his regret, could not get to Hanover this year. Jack's friends rallied around him at his recent birthday and eggnog party. Some fifty or sixty friends wrote him homemade poetry, which gave him a thrill, and the girls all kissed him twice, once for New Year's and once for birthday, which gave him a greater thrill.
Tied down for three long years to grain, feeds, seeds, and paints in Adrian, Mich., Jerry Cutler and Helen are enjoying four weeks in Honolulu. Long before their sailing date, February 8, they were looking forward to seeing Furb and Mary Haight and GuyWallick in San Francisco and Pud Walker and Ted Merriam in Hawaii.
Not long back from Africa, Bob Burroughs took off for a quick trip to Panama to attend the annual meetings of the Panama Canal Company.
Kent McKinley recently enjoyed a businesspleasure trip on the jet inaugural (TWA) flight to Frankfurt, Germany, with a dozen or more editors. His articles sent back to The News Inc. gave his Sarasota readers a chance to visualize what their editor and publisher did in foreign parts. Kent's proudest moment came when he was given the honor to speak at the Frankfurt banquet, though in his modesty he was sure that he would not even be considered because of able editors with a big name from such papers as the St. Louis Democrat, the Philadelphia Inquirer, and the San Francisco Inquirer.
Snow Hater, and Sun Worshipper, Dan Ruggles is now at his devotions in Florida. He is assisted by Priestess Tish. When they have achieved a color so dark that they may call a Red Indian "pale face," they will have reached the full height of their religious ecstasy.
Secretary, 33 East Wheelock St. Hanover, N.H.
Treasurer, Rm. 1200, 195 Broadway, New York 7, N.Y.
