1961

Since it appears that the popular medium of today is the button (worn on lapel or navel), I thought it meet that a few of the better "buttonisms" be passed on to you lonely '61's. Here's a dilly ... "Would you really feel more secure with George Hamilton in uniform?" or for that matter, would you really feel more secure with Ray Welch in uniform??? We '61s could update the currently popular "Chicken Little was right" to read "Herb West was right!" or how about "Bob Naegle is alive and living under a pseudonym in Waseca, Minn." How about "Take a Palaeopitus home to lunch" or "Every litter bit hurts ... raze Topliff Hall." Here's one supposedly created by "TigerJim" Olds ... "Give me Liberty or Give me Asylum!!" And a little something for you solons "Support your local bar association ... bribe a lawyer" and finally ... "Legalize Mystery Meat."

There will be a handsome reward to any of you (or wives) who send in copy for a new button which offers some humorous and telling perspective on the bright, golden days of 19615.

Turning to the local news ... Bill Ricker has been named a ... special agent! Unfortunately Bill isn't working for the CIA but rather for the Peerless Insurance Company in Montpelier. Anybody who is planning to cheat on their insurance claims for whiplash from a skiing accident at Stowe... forget it. By the way, Ricker, why not use your special talents to locate Pablo Gomez - nobody's heard from him for years.

The York, Pa., newspaper recently carried a photo which made John Bracher look very, very mean and tough. Reading further, however, revealed that far from being some sort of villain, John is the very opposite... he's just been admitted to the York County Bar and will practice law in that city. The article also pointed out that John was a Marine officer and that probably explains why his picture looked so mean.

Speaking of things legal, Abbot Schwebel is the new town counsel of Vernon, Conn. Maybe if you're good, Abbot, they'll revive that TV series and call it "Schwebel's People."

Got a super-nice note from Harry's wife, Yohann Kreamer, which announced their marriage (which I already knew about from my special agents) and indicated that being Mrs. Kreamer in San Francisco isn't bad at all. Yohann reports that she plans to go on a hunger strike in order to persuade ambitious young lawyer Harry to abandon his tomes for awhile so as to zip off to Expo '67. Good luck, Yohann baby. By the bye, Harry wants to know where John Willis is-well, John, speak up.

Before trotting off to the United States Embassy in Conakry, Guinea, Peter Beaeville (in a fit of good sense) took to wife one Mary Longworth Hamilton of Washington, D. C. Now that embassy won't be nearly so lonely. Why not drop a note to landlubber Heathcote and tell all that happens in old Conakry?

Final news flash: Bill Cogswell who, you will recall, is teaching math at Hanover, has been awarded a Shell Merit Fellowship for advanced study in mathematics at Cornell. Always knew Willie was good with the numbers; why he could add up the number of dirty shirts he was sending to the Lebanon Dry Cleaners faster than anybody else in the dorm.

That's the scoop for this month, but an IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: It has come to my attention that there is an opportunity for some spirited '61 to take over the reins as Class Secretary and peck out this zippy column every month. It is a fine opportunity for any frustrated soul who wants to be published on a regular basis. If you're interested, drop me a note and I'll explain further what the duties and privileges are.

Secretary, Box 599, Cincinnati, Ohio 45201

Box 804, Wall St. Station New York, N. Y. 10005 Treasurer,