1929

Hope springs eternal in the breast of a class secretary. Each month, he sits down at his desk with pen in hand and a pad of paper — and thinks, and thinks, and thinks - what can I say? He is supposed to write the news about classmates — and there is scarcely any news. But it is the last possible evening — something has to give.

About three weeks ago, your scribe deserted the hearthside for an evening of curling. He has become quite an addict of this old Scottish pastime. On this particular evening, his rink was engaged in a crucial match and he nearly played _ himself out heaving a 42-pound rock 20 times down a sheet of ice and swinging a broom the greater part of three hours. It was exciting and there was much good fellowship and handshaking after the final stone decided the match. All hands "stacked brooms' and it was well-nigh the hour of twelve when your tired but happy scribe turned his Volkswagen into Cranston Road. A strange white Cadillac was parked in front of the house. An odd thing, thought he, as he craned to take another look. He proceeded down the driveway and into the garage. Who coula be calling at this hour? As he opened the back door, all was silent. Then a man s voice was heard — "Here he is." Now, this could mean most anything — we strode forth and there were Art Rose and Nick Panoras sitting and smiling in front of the fire. One can meet old friends in the strangest places at the strangest times! Our friends were calling on Loretta and we horned in. Art had just flown in from India by way of Paris and had picked up Nick m Boston. The morning was young, so we had plenty of time for interesting conversation. DukeBarto should hook up with Art so that all can share his fascinating experiences. Art is well versed in the development of industry in Pakistan and the psychology of the Hindu.

And then, there was Christmas shopping — all done under the masterly salesmanship of Dick Johnson. At a time such as this, Dick is the man of the hour. He knows exactly what you were not thinking and how to make you think that you were thinking it all the time. It is a most happy coincidence of brain waves. One walks out of his emporium quite pleased with himself, hoping, of course, that this bit of coincidental shopping will make someone else just as merry on Christmas day.

And then came New Year's Eve — a happy evening spent at the home of Larryand Mary Lougee and in company with their son, "Richy," and Mary's mother, Mrs. Nora Tage. Toasts to the New Year were made in Norwegian and English. Richy shows great promise as an artist — undoubtedly his portrait of your scribe eating scrambled eggs and ham will become famous in the next century, particularly for the eggs. By that time, intelligible drawings may become the vogue and the identity of the subject will be a complete mystery.

To add to this auspicious start of the New Year, Chris and Jane Born gave us a pleasant surprise with a visit the following weekend. They stopped in on their way from Exeter, N. H., where their son Conrad is now living. It was great to see them. In a short time, they will set the clock back two centuries with a visit to Williamsburg, Va.

News from Woodbury, N. J., informs us that Bob Collins is teaching mathematics in the high school. If recollection serves us correctly, Bob was a student of the law. Apparently, service to the youthful generation became paramount to Bob.

Gordie Smith has been awarded a certificate by the Vermont Education Association for his outstanding contribution to public education. Gordie practices medicine in Rutland and has served on the school board of that city for 16 years. He is Vermont's representative to the American Medical Association.

Hal Hirsch was the principal speaker at the opening of the Cleveland Ski Fair, held recently at the Statier-Hilton. He doubled as the guest commentator at Halle's annual style show, thereby adding lustre to the new eye-popping fashions. Hal is chairman of the board for White Stag Manufacturing Company and has long been a leader in the ski industry. He entered the family business of Hirsch-Weis Canvas Products at Portland, Ore., in 1929, and immediately devised means of becoming involved in the ski business. With few sewing machines and fewer funds, he started his ski-wear empire. He came up with the now familiar label of White-Stag which is the translation from German of Hirsch (Stag) and Weis (White). Hal finds time to serve as president of Ski Industries of America, and is a member of the National Ski Study group.

We are saddened to learn that FrederickPoeter, affectionately known as "Potsy," passed away in Bridgeport, Conn., on December 18.'The sympathy of the Class is extended to his wife, Marion, and their family.

May the next month bring us a mailbag of news so that we may carry on in a manner befitting this great Class of 1929. Have you harkened to the appeal of the 35th Reunion? Trunkie Brittan will also be pleased to hear from you.

Secretary, 10 Cranston Road Winchester, Mass.

Treasurer, P.O. Box 191, Beaver Falls, Pa.