1929

Friday, May 4, was a glorious morning and the air was fresh and crisp as I drove from Newton to Worcester after a 6:30 breakfast of pancakes (dinner plate size) with bacon, floating in Vermont maple syrup, with three fresh cups of hot coffee. I arrived at my office before 8 o'clock and spent an hour completing the finishing touches on a brief which was due that day. The remainder of my journey was byway of Gardner, Winchendon, and by magnificient Monadnock rising in solitary splendor into a cloudless sky.

From there on and by-passing Keene through the scenic vistas of New Hampshire and Vermont with the river valley in between, crossing the river from Walpole to Vermont and continuing north inhaling the scenery, sunshine, and finally arriving in the Hanover Inn just in time for lunch.

The class officers had returned to Hanover like homing pigeons, or the swallows to Capistrano. The Friday program was open to both class officers and their families who were present and the latter added color, tone, and gaiety to the meetings. This was apparent at the open house in the Top of the Hop before dinner on Friday at the cocktail party where faculty, class officers, administration and their wives formed a kaleidoscope of color and a cacophony of sound, brilliant to the eye and somewhat discordant to the ear, leaving harmonious and panoramic sights and sounds of pleasant vistas and a minutiae of decibels.

1929 was well represented by its officers Duke and Harty Barto, Jack and Sue Hubbard,Jack and Gerry Gunther, Trunkie and Ruth Brittan, Dick and Katie Black, Ed and Polly Chinlund, our president, treasurer, bequest chairman, reunion chairman, and your secretary. Ruth Brittan invited us all to her home for cocktails and supper Saturday night. It was a happy surprise to see Janet Woodbridge and to hear about her home and mother.

The view from the Brittan living room overlooking the golf course is delightful with the green grass, gardens and trees filling the landscape. The roof of the Dickeys' house is visible over the distant trees. I missed seeing them as they were out of town, as were the Monahans. I saw Charlie Dudley at the Harvard baseball game and he brought me up to date in the community and with his"Casey in-laws.

The Class was highly honored by the award to President Duke Barto with a citation for his selection as the outstanding Class President of the Year. It was a well-merited and hard-earned honor for one of '29's hardest workers and most loyal members. The Duke of Wellington would, I'm sure, have nodded his head in agreement.

Since this will likely be my last issue of class notes for the Alumni Magazine, I wish my successor well and will stand ready and willing to help him get started. I wish to thank all my classmates for their help and co-operation, and the Magazine staff - Barbara Hayward, Joan Hier, Nancy Elliott, and Dorothy Starzyk for their kindness and consideration to this neophyte in the publishing world.

As I finish my term I would like to close these notes with the 1929 Delta Alpha Rules with which I started my reportorial career.

29 FRESHMEN 29

Listen Little Lads you're here to grow up So hark to the rules you must mind In your humble cloister hang them up Lest the paddle caress you behind

always wear your "pea green" bonnet The confession of humility Alas your head with nothing on it Bespeaks its sad puerility

Be ever seen and never heard As becomes a little tot. If you're ever heard to be obscene Yours will be a sorry lot.

Conceal yourself, if smoke you must Within the walls of your retreat Ill effects of your childish lust Might make you faint upon the street.

Do not wear upon your chest Charms and pins of high school years. We care not for your jeweled vest When you're still wet behind the ears.

Ever strive for manly ways Though adolescence keeps you down. In commons, public buildings and cafes Remove your bonnet from your lowly crown.

Foolish lad, if you appear Without a coat upon your frame That part of you called "middle rear" Will never, never be the same.

Co straight on every walk or path Not on the grass - 'Tis Holy Writ. To raise the fierce sophomoric wrath Is to raise a swelling where you sit.

Have no time for pleasures wild From Leb or Junk hear not the call. You cannot step, ambitious child From the cradle to the dancing hall.

In sporty hose and abbreviated trou Show not your girlish form about the place. Avoid the sacred senior fence or you Will have a blistered parking space.

Judgment waits for those who dare ignore And fail to memorize these simple rules. The trough and Delta Alpha are in store For such little angels turned to fools.

C'EST TOUT

Secretary, 339 Main St. Worcester, Mass. 01608

Class Agent, . 1605 Powers Run Road Pittsburgh, Pa. 15238