1919

We were further impressed with the deterioration of our society when Nick Sandoe wrote that The Dartmouth Club of New York has closed doors. He expressed his fears that this might mean the end of the monthly meetings of 1919 in the Greater Metropolitan Area. He said there was talk of the membership being taken in by the Yale Club. A day or two later a front page story in the Wall Street Journal confirmed this news and stated there was a prevalence of closings and doubling-ups among college clubs. We would miss the New York City 19ers lucheons and all those names to mention. Nick also reports word received from Mose Robinson that Ben Wylie died Tuesday evening, January 8, apparently from a heart attack. Mose planned to attend the services. Ben, always very popular in the class ranks, will be more than a little missed.

Spider Martin has been busy with reunion businessas you might suppoe. Now he is readying to be off to Scottsdale Ariz., and some rest and some golf not to mention a little hot sun on Beatrice's back.Before leaving, he met with Dave Orr and he thinks all is well. Dave, the Secretary's Office man on reunions, writes us that he thinks we are off to a wonderful start - may even make a new record for attendance. Spider also told us of a story in the January issue of Esquire Magazine which concerned itself with the four men who have done the most for American wine - one of whom was Fred McCrea. We got a January Esquire and found in it a story which dealt with "The Four Great American Wine Makers." There was a full page, four-color photograph of McCrea, his vineyard hiding behind his broad shoulders and a purple-blue range of mountains a background for his balding head. Quoting: "Stony Hill Pinot Chardonnay consistently has been called the finest white wine in the United States. The Stoney Hill output is so small and the demand so great that McCrea personally allocates its distribution to a select list of his friends on a cash and carry basis." It hardly mentions Eleanor who, in the beginning, prevented McCrea from calling it the Purple Foot Winery and who is, we feel pretty sure, the one you have to know to get a case. Not more than 24 hours after this McCrea, the plutocrat, called from California to get Martin's Arizona address. The McCreas are fine but cold and thinking of the desert and Arizona.

Freddie, our pet fly, is somewhat disturbed by the energy crisis. He likes to buzz around a good deal. Personally we find it very comfortable to sit in our big chair with its well-patted-down cushion. We leave it only for the short trip to the golf course.

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