1939

And still our numbers (shrink! John Steele writes reporting the death of his old roomie Bud Adler on July 17. Ralph Reynolds died unexpectedly at his home in Delmar, N.Y., on July 22. And word comes from John Osoinach's wife, Margaret, of his death which we must assume took place some time in August. This last via BetsyWyman-Emmons. (Obits in this or following issues.)

Betsy Emmons also reported that Larry andJane Vulte had visited their son in New England and dropped in to say hello to her in Portsmouth, N.H. They were then off to California to visit one of Jane's brothers. But such trips are now costly to Larry, the old pilot, who enjoyed the PanAm perks until that company went out of business.

We had not heard about Eddie Wells's problems before, but a green card says "Back in our home after six months cleanup and repairs after our house fire of February 3. Visited son Ken in New Orleans in June. Have seen Ralph Holben, Herb Mattlage, and Everett Woodman in recent past."

Joe Batchelder writes that they celebrated Peggy's birthday and their 52 nd wedding anniversary on a cruise to the Baltic countries, Russia, and Estonia on the Seabourne Pride.

The Batches planned to spend a week in Pinehurst in October, following which they headed for their lovely home in Florida. Don Andrews says he is still at the old "homestead" in Ridgewood, N.J., where he "fishes, golfs, and even volunteers sometimes." He loves to play the banjo, the piano, and other instruments. Don and Jean have a "son who graduated from Hamilton in 1988 and is now working and continuing his education." Don says he sees some '39ers occasionally.

We learned from an anonymously written green card that Elizabeth" (Mrs. Henry)Bagg Quantrey died on July 9 of this year.

Whit Cusbing is not usually shy about passing on news and opinions out of Pal Beach, so we are at a loss to know why it took him so long to document the "Wild Boar Caper" which took place a year ago. He is still healing from a dislocated shoulder and cracked ribs, clavicle, and chest bone, as well as a couple of foot and ankle tears. Seems one fine day while he was driving home from North Florida, a wild boar dashed across the road, and, in an effort not to hit the critter, Whit swerved off the road and down a ten-foot embankment. An anonymous good Samaritan came running to his aid, scrambling down the bank shouting, "Is anyone alive?" Said Samaritan helped Whit to the hospital and promptly left. Whit has made repeated efforts, via ads in due local press and other means, to find the Good Samaritan, whom he wishes to thank by doing a portrait of his family. At last report he had not been successful in his quest.

Both Peter Cardozo and your secretary would welcome fresh news for our December efforts. Try writing a note on the green card enclosed in 1939 Out, or, better yet, a descriptive letter.

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