1952

I feel like the farmer who was complaining to a friend about a mule that ate too much: "Dang mule's eatin' me outa board and bed," the farmer complained. "Stop feedin' him so much," said the friend.

They met again a few months later. "How ya doin' with that mule?" the friend asked, upon which the farmer let out a streak of invectives at the mule that would have shocked old Scratch himself. "OXXTCH mule," he said. "I was doin' fine - feedin' him less each day than the day before - till I got down to where I wasn't feedin' him nothin'. But then that danged mule up and died on me."

Like the food of the mule, the news that is being withheld from me may cause the early demise of this column. Indeed, it will certainly cause this particular one to languish with a sickly hue.

Of course it does give me lots of extra space with which to expand on news of accomplishment by our good mates during the past few months.

If you will recall last month I remarked the admission of Jock McClintock to partnership in one soon-to-be-famous (I am certain) Boston law firm. Now I am pleased to announce that another member of our honored class has also distinguished himself in an identical manner. William V. Hovey has been admitted to partnership in Withington, Cross, Park & McCann, the selfsame firm which also placed Jock's name on its door a short while back. So now you know where to go if you ever get in trouble in Boston. Any classmate ought to be well taken care of there at any rate.

You meet people in the darndest places! I have a rather small client out in Cincinnati on whom I call quite often. The same company which employs a few of our good brethren (among them Don Campbell and Jack Collins both of whom have at least 21% fewer cavities) Procter and Gamble by name. Well, the other day I was out that way, and, having taken my beating manfully, had taken refuge in the resuscitative powers of John Barleycorn at the River Boat Room of the Greater Cincinnati Airport when who to my wondering eyes should appear but William J. Montgomery, flushed with success from a great selling effort for his company, U. S. Leasing Corp. We sipped a draught together and then hurried on our separate ways, but not until I'd learned a few things about the nature of Bill's peripatetic business adventures. He travels coast-to-coast from his home in Southern California, but says that in his own back yard he sees few fellow '52's.

I neglected to ask Bill if he had ever had occasion to indulge in "Ski Beer," a beverage introduced into Southern California by fellow '52, Georg Sverdrup, export manager for Frydenlunds Bryggeri of Oslo, Norway. In a recent article from Norwegian American Commerce Magazine I read that Georg's introduction of this fine beer into the West Coast markets was one of the most spectacular sales drives ever launched by a Norwegian firm into any market in this country.

Now, once again, for one of the chosen members of the chosen class go up the cries "Author!" "Author!" This time they are for Rev. Francis Frellick for whom PrenticeHall has just published a volume titled "The Church's Ministry With Youth In Conflict." Besides writing books, Fran also spends some time as executive secretary of the Council of Churches of Evansville, Ind. I am very pleased to see this accomplishment of Fran's for it proves, or at least indicates, that there is some hope yet for us Comp. Lit. - Philosophy majors.

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