1915
It is indeed a challenge to write a column several weeks ahead of its publication and come up with news that is timely yet not "old hat."
Being an old footballer, it is tempting to comment on the present status of the Big Green in its progress towards a winning season. If the first five games are indicative, we can look forward quite hopefully. May it continue through the final game!
A September missive from Bod Fredericks indicate a choppy, half gale sea trip with Bantry Bay, Ireland, as their first stop via the Norwegian American Line. The vessel pictured on their postcard would indicate a most impressive voyage.
An interesting missive from GeorgeIngralls wishes this scribe a Merry Birthday and starts off with "Howdy Twin." From which it may be gathered that George and the writer were born on the same date! He had just returned from an interesting 10-day jaunt in the fantastic red rock back-country of Southern Utah. His trip was made by jeep—inaccessible by conventional car—and he joined other people not previously known to him. The trip entailed some nights in a sleeping bag "under a full moon and stars quite brilliant, considerable hiking and climbing, got frightfully dirty, went unshaven for a spell and it took a couple baths before I began to feel clean again. Had the time of my life!" He ran into a couple of snow storms and spent a day in the nearby Rocky Mountains National Park, taking Ektachrome slides of fall color and season. George wound up with "My best to you for the coming 'birthday year'" and signed it "Your Twin." What a trip!
A cute note from Chink Chamberlain commiserates with this scribe on leg trouble —he has something similar—and also with this scribe's good wife whose business office was moved from New York to New Jersey, entailing several hours' daily commuting. The only answer is "That's the way the cooky crumbles!"
A typical Communique from Eben Clough tells of a clam bake he attended which he describes: "The clams got burned to death, the chicken was half baked and raw, the lobsters ran out, but the beer kept running." An enclosure to Eben from the Class of 1930 refers to their 40th Reunion last June in which their writer is quoted: "As I know how you feel about '15, we too have a heluva class and we're all part of a great college!" Eben reveals that Chan andDot Foster inveigled the Cloughs to the Salem Country Club for dinner on a Saturday and a good time was had by all. Eben raved about the Princeton game walloping, enhanced by the perfect seats they had 17 rows up from the field. Pretty soft!
The Paul Rotherys, up from Florida, thoroughly enjoyed the 55th Reunion and came North again in September for another fling in Hanover, then borrowed a car from their eldest son and drove up to Maine where they were regaled at a lobster dinner at Fisherman's Wharf in Booth Bay—"such as only the waters of Maine can produce." They later drove back across country via Lake Winnepesaukee where the sugar maples had started to turn—"beautiful country, especially to Floridians." Their visit to Hanover elicited from Paul interesting comments on the changes in students' attire, from the old sweat-shirts of our day through a trend of the over-dressed era and now back to the "careless dress" of to-day. Heading back, they got in touch with PaulVining and Gib Campbell in Springfield, Mass., from which they flew back to Naples to enjoy one of the finest months of the year —where October weather was at its height. Paul reports he and Therese are in good health and enjoying life—and hopes the Mardocks are "top hole too"! Which we are! Letters like this make the job of your Secretary pleasurable and interesting.
With which we'll button up this column for the nonce—and take this opportunity to wish one and all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Secretary, 245 Avenue C New York, N. Y. 10009
Treasurer, 54 Warren Ave., Plymouth, Mass. 02360
