1915

The secret of success! The dumb guy explains: "You college men are all alike. You try to make 10% to 15% profit. Now me, I buy for a dollar and sell for three dollars. Just 3% is all I try to make."

Dud Woolworth sends me "the facts of life" about how to find his place in Hialeah (not the race track) and woe is me if I fail to find it the next time I'm down there. I got lost the last time and had to settle with a visit over the phone. Dud, a track speedster in our day, sent an interesting article comparing track stars of today with former greats, with particular emphasis on the famous Jesse Owens who won four firsts in the 1936 Olympics. As material for a good argument, Dud opines that today's Hayes would have beaten Owens. Traitor!

Bob Bigelow sends a descriptive clipping about Bud Doe's apple storage plant at Hawbuck Orchards, Harvard, Mass., founded by Bud in 1918. After seeing the plant, Bob says it is as large as the Leverone Field House. Bob feels that Bud's two sons, pictured in the article, should have gone to Dartmouth instead of Cornell!

Howie Fuller, recruitment chairman of the Buffalo Red Cross, was guest speaker at the annual meeting of the Eastern Niagara County Red Cross Chapter July 24 at the Tuscarora Club.

"Red" Stevens, elected to another six-year term upon the Court of Appeals of Ohio, has served longer (31 years) than any judge presently sitting. "Red" says his doctor must have absorbed some of the same learning as a Johns Hopkins M.D., of whom I wrote him recently, for he prescribes the same as did the Johns Hopkins man — for people our age. Fortunately, we don't necessarily need a prescription to get the stuff! "Red" and Lucy, a product of Columbia and now an ardent member of our Class, join in sending cordial personal regards to all classmates.

Andy McTigue says everything's fine out at Far Rockaway on Long Island. "Drew" allows that despite that July hot spell he is still able to get to business daily and drink his share of cocktails whenever the occasion warrants - which is every day. Sends regards to everyone.

A recent birthday card elicits a Wah-Hoo-Wah from Walt Kennedy for the memories and glad he's still around to get them. A later card from Southfield. Mich., reveals a visit to his son up in that country.

Glad to hear that Jack Ferguson's daughter recovered from her illness sufficiently to board a jet under her own power and off to Oregon to join her family there. Jack is bragging about the estimate he made back in May of our % of participation and dollars hitting on the button in the Alumni Fund drive, but gives Duze Lounsberry full credit for the accomplishment.

Echoes from the Eben Clough household reveal considerable traipsing up New Hampshire way with visitations here, there, and elsewhere reviving old times and creating new ones. Boiled down to essentials, it seems that Eben is quite a trout fisherman and, along with Kike Richardson, brought home the largest and pinkest trout ever. It seems, also, that Eben tackled his first strawberry bed venture and came up with a sizeable crop that had Margie concocting jelly and jam enough to tide them through the winter. Good going, Eben!

It seems that my ignorance of the term "keeper" as applied to fresh-caught fish has tickled risibilities in a number of locales. Typical of the wisecracks that have come floating in is one from Al Cleveland of Maine heritage. He thinks it should be arranged "to get this guy off the cobble stones and into God's country and show him some of the facts of life - to him a keeper works in a zoo - and he could probably identify Peacock Alley." All right, Al, I don't recall that my B.S. degree taught me anything about that brand of "keeper," so - have fun, but I'll leave it to Jack Ferguson to reveal the yarn you told him about the one you hooked and became so enamoured it jumped right into your boat! Be seein' you!

New Jersey's loss is San Diego's gain. Joeand Doris Harris acquired an ideal little home on Point Loma overlooking San Diego bay and the Pacific and revel in the 70° year-round temperature with cool breezes on the hottest days. As often happens with '15ers, they finally teamed up with the Shorty Grays in foursome gatherings to add to life's pleasures. Says Joe: "Our best to all and whoever strays down here just north of the border will be welcomed by both Shorty and me."

Elmer Robinson '14 wants to know if something can't be done about 1915's perennial winning of the Green Derby in our group. Keep trying, young feller, and the College will be the gainer thereby.

George Ingalls reports a fine visit in August by Dave and Peggy Hitchcock who then flew on to Hawaii and Japan. George took a solo jaunt by four-wheel-drive jeep into otherwise inaccessible country around the Green-Colorado Rivers complex and describes it as fantastic and enthralling.

Ev Lamson reports that son, Everett Jr. heads up the Lamson Medical Supply Co. of Barre, Vt., daughter Shirley is doing OK as a dental technician and youngest son is doing well selling insurance in Roanoke, Va. Sorry he couldn't make the Interim because of a siege in the hospital.

When Maude Lafferty was accused of sending in a card from the wilds of New Hampshire, written in German, she denies it — says it was Danish! Anyway, it was a nice color shot of the Hanover Inn cocktail lounge.

Sorry I missed a phone invite to join Dick Clarke and Walter Elcock Jr. '42 for lunch. What a rampaging All American tackle was his dad, Jogger, back in the good old days! (As if Jr. didn't know!)

We are advised that constantly growing space demands in the MAGAZINE require certain limitations in these notes, with the added comment that the space saved herein "will be a gift second only to your annual contribution to the Alumni Fund." When in doubt, punt — so I'm punting! See you next month.

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