1919

The annual fall get-together came and went and was wonderful as always. There is some magic about this meeting and greeting of old, old friends which makes one feel warm and joyful and 40 years younger. Let's hear it for Jigger Merrill who put it all together.

Only three golfers were on hand for the Friday morning golf at Woodstock. The ever-confident Chet Gale undertook to play the better ball of Ed Fiske and JimDavis a 50 cent Nassau. Result: a brilliant victory for the underdogs who won one up on each side. Later, over a couple of drinks and a toasted cheese sandwich, Gale asked, "Now how much do I owe you guys, $1.50 each or 75 cents?" Quickly we answered, "You have come to the right place for that information; $1.50 each." Then Gale wished to know how much we would have paid him if he'd won. Fiske answered, "75 cents each." He pondered this for some time, but in the end paid. Spider Martin would have been proud of us.

The Executive Committee was called to order at 4 p.m., with President Sandoe in the only comfortable chair. As usual he doled out a butter-up for each class officer, hoping, we suppose, for even more man-hours of hard work next year. First, Treasurer Chet DeMond made an illuminating report; said he did not win the Westchester County senior golf tournament, that he had just flown in from Arizona (there is a considerable amount of class business out that way), and still had enough money left to handle the tremendous postage bills for the Smoke Signal.Jack McCrillis, our newly appointed bequest chairman, is already doing his homework. We began to realize how well he was going to do as we explained how we could leave the College gobs of dough and still come out with more than we had to begin with. Nock Wallis, statistics coming out of his ears, (at least the one on our side) forecast remarkable performances by his agents in '72-'73. George Rand, not as well as we'd all like, sang another swan song. He quits "handling" the widows. Our guess is that the widows will not accept this gracefully. We picture them picketing the Sandoe residence at 80 Park Ave. carrying placards reading, "Let George Do It" and waving their canes angrily. We must ask George how he manages these resignations. Our own resignation was greeted with hoots and sardonic laughter.

The Friday night dinner and the before-the-game luncheon were wonderful as usual; full of fun that comes only from a combination of good drinks, good food and good friends. After dinner President Sandoe made a few appropriate remarks, read some too-long drivel from an old S.S. and awarded Bill and Nancy Eads a prize for coming the longest distance. And there were some very funny stories. The next morning Batch, pencil and notebook in hand, confronted us. He announced that he had not felt well and had left the dinner, and then gone to bed. It would be all right for us to cover it he told us. "What dinner?" We asked quickly (memory is so short). He went off shaking his head. You know by now, we're sure, that the SmokeSignal has reported it long since with all red noses counted.

The Game: Dartmouth 24-New Hampshire 14.

Cotty and Kitty Larmon's after-the-game cocktail party was, as always, the gayest and liveliest part of the whole deal. Cotty, reluctantly, took it easy; easier than anyone supposed he could. Kitty, a highly efficient buzz-saw, managed an endless production line of delectables from the kitchen. Janie, cuter than ever, with two cuter-than-ever assistants from Boston ran the bar. It was great fun for all of us. An added joy for us: As we walked to our car we waved good-bye to Fanny Ames, who was warming up her huge Cadillac. ' Be careful, Jim," she admonished. Then she added, "I admit it is not much fun, but be careful!"

Secretary, Lake Morton Apts., 24-C Lakeland, Fla. 33801

Treasurer, Box 945, West Cornwall, Conn. 06796