1942

A younger but wiser class secretary once advised yours truly, "If the guys don't write in, invent something. That will get you a response and fast!" The man was right; we wrote recently that Alex Fanelli was retired, living in Hanover in a heat-efficient house, and working on a book. Fanelli came out Finelli, and that brought Alex out with this: "I was baffled to read in a recent '42 class notes column that someone named Alex Finelli (or was it Finneli?) was busy writing a book. I had no idea we had any classmate by that name, and I knew you couldn't have been talking about me since one of the things I am NOT doing is writing a book. How do you suppose that bookwriter sneaked into our class without my knowing it? Betty and I are well. I have a little news, but I'm not sure if I want to give it to you."

Bill Miller sent along another clipping on Joe Wilder, on whom we reported last time, with the comment "it's a long time since Joe was waiting on the porch at Ma Smalley's." We can all say that again; the years are going by faster than the pickets in a fence. Ernie Grinnell telephoned from St. Louis to report that he was still for Ronald Reagan, despite the grief he (Ernie or Ronnie?) got from "you souped up Eastern liberals." Ernie's now in his second year of retirement from the Frisco and loves it.

Frank Bartlett sent in the picture that is"clear evidence why the West was lost." Four intrepid horsemen were pictured: Hunt Allison, Jim Ingersoll, and Frank and Rum Ewing. The location was Rum's place in Colorado where this outdoor golden-age group, with wives Gina, Nan, Pat, and Rosalie, lived it up with riding, fishing, bridge, and backgammon, not to mention "Trivial Pursuit."

A short line from Dick Burns datelined Nashua, N.H., indicates that he remains his effervescent self in retirement and, once Christmas had been coped with, would be off to the South where the "living is easy."

That's all there is this time. Let's hear from you other dynamic '42s.

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