1939

A funny thing happened to us the other day during a visit to our dentist. We had made the painfully long haul across the Commonwealth of Massachusetts to visit this "Svengali" who insists on tormenting our mouth and gums, and we had just been turned out to pasture after one session, preliminary to another bout. We noticed a guy sitting in the waiting room, an old copy of "Life" (or maybe it was "Playboy") obscuring our view. We settled down quietly beside him, and perused the latest issue of the Ladies Home Journal. Pretty soon, the guy got up and complained to the receptionist that he couldn't wait all day. He had to get back to work. And he left in something of a fluff. We caught a glimpse of this guy's angry face as he stomped out, a handsome, square, masculine jaw set in a determined line of irritation. It was just a fleeting glimpse you see, so we couldn't be sure. Anyway, he was gone by the time we checked the little lady at the front desk. "Was that man's name Griswold, by chance," we asked. Indeed it was. Old Bud Griswold of Wellesley Hills, sitting right there next to us with his head buried in his reading material, and here we are, the Secretary of the entire damn class, dying for a scrap of news, and not even knowing who was shar- ing my dentist. Well, never you mind. The next time we visit "Svengali" over Boston way, we'll be on the lookout for handsome men buried in Playboys. I'm telling you, you never know to what extreme you may have to go to get a bit of news these days. Certainly the boys don't write it in of their own volition.

We don't spend all our time in dentists' offices. It just seems like it. We were at a wedding in Greenwich, Conn., the other weekend. A fellow guest was Dave Smith who filled us in with his latest as we lolled along the reception line, awaiting our crack at kissing the lovely bride. He is with the law firm of Baker & McKenzie, which he told us was the largest such firm in the world, having offices scattered throughout the world. Dave works out of New York, and maintains a home in Greenwich, East Hampton, L. I. and N.Y.C. His oldest son is a graduate of St. Lawrence University where son #3 still resides. Son #2 is a Williams man, up county from us, and a member of the Williams ski team, which must make him a good bit more accomplished on the boards than his barrister daddy.

We saw a picture of a classmate of yours in the Boston press the other day. Joe Urban, has been upped from VeePee of Marketing to Veep of public relations with the New England Telephone Company, All gripes about the phone company may now be directed to him. He was formerly vice president-marketing and had also served as vice president-planning and as vice president-personnel for New England Telephone. He and Harriet live at 1010 Memorial Drive in Cambridge, Mass., and enjoy visits from Roger '65 and Douglas '71.

World traveler George Boswell has left the country again, and has moved from his Bethesda, Md., home of but short duration for 49 rue de la Victoire, Paris 9e, France 75.

John Egbert made a short leap from Glendale, Ohio, to 8745 Red Fox Lane, Cincinnati, Ohio 45243.

Wolf Naylor, now listed as retired, can be reached at Colonial Inn, 11 Monument Square, Concord, Mass. 01742, having eschewed his Commonwealth Ave. address in Beantown.

Royal Hassrick who settled into Denver, Colo., in August, has moved bag and baggage to Pleasant Point, Surry, Va. 23883; and another man with an impatient address is Ralph Holben, only recently at home in Hanover, but now off with the Government's AID EPD program as an economist. He has one of those obscure APO addresses. New York, N. Y. 09254 will reach him.

Cornie Miller pulls a sneaky one. Still in Essex, Conn., his address is a change of P.O. Box numbers from 236 to 307.

Eleanora Prescott, the widow of Romeyn Prescott, has moved her quarters from Keesville, N. Y., to Box 805, Lake Placid, N. Y. 12946.

Bill Russell whose marriage was reported last month is still in Peterborough, N. H., but can now be reached at Box 333.

Bob Wehmeyer comes down from the mountains of Littleton, Colo., to settle at 1 Hemlock Hill Road, Cape Elizabeth, Me. 04107. Our 25-Year Book quotes Bob as saying that "it looks as if. we're in Colorado to stay, except for the one-day thought that we may retire to New England." Bob was associated with Lincoln Life Insurance Co. as its General Agent in Denver, at our last reading. Could it be retirement in Maine?

Harry Kersey, a TV-Radio, Theatre and Film producer out of Hollywood, is now the managing editor of the Kersey News Service Bureau, working in Broadcast News and Public Relations. He lives at Box 3472 in Santa Barbara, Calif. 93105.

We close on a final statistic, which may not impress you, but is impressed rather strongly on your secretary with the monthly responsibility of getting up some class notes. We have now sent out some 125 direct requests for news of any shape and dimension to '39ers since last October. To date we have received not one (that is not one) reply. Not even a "sorry, I have no news." And we're even picking up the cost of a stamped self-addressed postcard. Cripes men, we can't make up the news!

Secretary, 777 West St. Pittsfield, Mass. 01201

Treasurer, 91 Penn Rd., Scarsdale, N. Y. 10585