1934

We'll have to burn a few midnight kilowatt-hours to get this thing off the ground and up to God's country before they slam the door, because either the greatest blizzard since "88, the Ides of March, or plain old innocuous desuetude has slowed this production down to a walk. It can't be the blizzard, because that would only hold up the mail and we all know that this famous class is notoriously illiterate and its current secretary unfortunately unlettered.

That's not entirely correct, as Prof. Bancroft Huntington Brown used to say, and still does they tell me, of some of our explorations into the realm of mathematics. For instance, from deep down under in Australia Art and Doris Grimes write to record an addition to '34's growing roster of grandchildren, William Arthur Grimes, born to their son Robert and his wife.

And the College sends along its contribution which this month announces that JohnMetzger now has a Denver mailing address, which is a long way from Buffalo. They also enclose a couple of clippings which let you know that Van Thorne has been promoted to director of public relations for General Motors Acceptance Corporation and that RogRead, long unrecorded, is now vice-president in charge of administration and planning of Taft Broadcasting Company, Cincinnati.

In our neck of the woods, meaning Boston, our classmate Ike Powers, who for a time had on the fire the second most lurid, if not second best, murder trial in the country, emerged with an acquittal for his man, Van Rie, after an outstanding courtroom performance.

The Boston annual dinner in mid-February, always a popular affair for Beantown Indians, accomplished the usual slim turnout of "34's and even without saying more, we're sure you know the slim refers to numbers. This gathering for the last couple of years has been a family affair, which led to the gracing of our table by the presence of Myra, wife of Harry Cohen, and son, Kenneth. Nick Xanthaky, Harry Gilmore, and ye sec completed this group, but spies reported Ike Besse and Charlie Dean with spouse also in attendance. After checking the most likely places for Ike, this report must stand unconfirmed.

As an aside to the many friends of Tom Maskilieson '33 who, like ourself haven't seen him since 1933 when he turned over to us what was left of the college those many years ago, we ran into him in a likely place and can report with confidence that somewhere over those same many years he lost that tear-bag.

While we're putting in footnotes, we d like to let you and Bud Yallalee know that the mystery picture he took at reunion has reached its home. They couldn't print it here, but to polish up that small world bit, Myra Cohen, right next to me at the table in Boston, was one of the girls. But, Bud, she said you wrote down names, addresses and telephone numbers. Have you looked in the other book?

In the course of what has been laughingly described as a day's work, ye sec has through devious planning and the beneficence of New England's largest utility system managed to hit Hanover somewhat more often than Billy Graham, so the changes in the mode of operation at that once rustic haven are not exactly startling. However, it might interest some of the clientele who remember contributing their one remaining dollar, after carnival dates had been waved out of town, to Frankie Spain's collection towards Pilver's retirement fund, to know that things are really different. After Carnival this year, a young fellow who is associated at Hanover with our boy, Tom, in some kind of a communal enterprise which we don't clearly understand - called Chi Phi, parked the Dartmouth Flying Club plane here at the Worcester Airport after delivering some young ladies in Boston and Woicester and stayed the night with us before flying back to classes on Monday.

This seems to be the month they tell you about at the fight talks for class secretaries each year in Hanover. You've got to keep plugging for the news, say the successful ones, else you will wind up staring into space some day. Staring into space isn't too bad, they say, if you study astronomy or follow ICBM's with the naked eye, but it is bad when you're staring at the end of a column you failed to fill.

Howsomever, that's the way things go, and all we can hope is that the next fellow in line will start writing a little sooner.

Secretary, 12 Berwick St., Worcester 2, Mass.

Class Agent,, 131 South Third St., Orlean, N.Y.