Class of 1903

The following clipping has been sent to me by no less that three of our classmates. How is that? I feel that it must be printed. All I regret is, that it couldn't have got into an earlier MAGAZINE, so that our well-known-for- their-hospitality Chicago bunch might have had an occasion to hold a reception or something for our Ernest and his Gladys., The reason I am so familiar in the use of these names and so free to assume that they were both in Chicago is that they certainly are paired in other things besides their venture together on the matrimonial sea. At least, a book by Prof. Ernest R. Groves and his wife, Gladys Hoagland Groves, entitled "Wholesome Childhood," has just been published by Houghton Mifflin Company. Wish they would send me one; I have lots of kids.

"Professor Ernest R. Groves of the sociological department at Boston University leaves Saturday for Chicago, where he will address the American Sociological Society next Monday on 'Effects of Modern Life on the Home.' He will recommend to the society the establishing of a section to be devoted to the study of modern home life. While in Chicago he also will address the United Charities on 'Types of Bad Families.' On January 4 he will speak on 'Social Causes of Delinquency' at the observance of the twenty-fifth anniversary of the founding of the Chicago juvenile court."

And while I am in Chicago, I will try to get the place up to date. Dan Hinckley has a new address. It seems that every time there has been a class doing his name has gone in under a different address, but he trusts that that which we are now giving will be permanent. He has bought a nice home at 315 North Forest Ave., River Forest, Ill., and it looks now as though he would stick. Also his business address is changed from Critchfield and Company to 332 South Michigan Ave., Chicago, care of Thomas F. Logan, Inc. Same business, advertising. This firm has offices in Washington and on Fifth Ave., New York city. "Hink" has made a number of business changes, but as these have invariably been along lines of financial betterment there is no kick coming. We had a letter from him a while ago, in which he sent regards to any of his friends of 1903. Two paragraphs of this letter, besides being excellent propaganda for the 25th, are so well worded, so expressive of what a lot of us feel, that I am taking the liberty of printing them verbatim:

"I want to say, however, that I hope the time may come some day when my work will be less exacting and time more plentiful ; and that when such time as this arrives I may find my ability to be with you and the other members of my class equal to my inclinations.

"I can never tell you how disappointed I was to be unable to get down to the Twentieth Reunion. After seeing a number of the boys at the Pow-Wow, including Ned Kenerson, John Crowell, Eddie Schlatter, Jim Cresswell, and others, it seemed to me that time had taken good fellowship and turned it into a wonderful friendship, and I wondered if I would have come away from Hanover with the same warm feeling toward the other boys with whom I would again have been able to make contact. It is certainly a delightful thing to meet the members of my class in this way, and I trust that I will some day run into all three of you fellows again, even if it is not until our Twenty-fifth Reunion, which I have taken an oath to attend."

And, believe me, a "Pow-Wow" is nothing compared to a real five-year (would they came oftener) reunion back in Hanover.

Harold E. Kellner you may have seen mentioned in the Chicago Alumni Association reports. Kell has left New York, and is now president of Friedlander Supply Corporation of Illinois, which means that he is in the laundry supply business at 1318 South Canal St., Chicago. I hope that on the strength of that old Theta Nu Epsilon stuff, if nothing else, Hooker Haugan will see that he gets all the credit he needs or deserves, if any, and make this business a success. If he has to live in Chicago, he might as well live comfortably. N'est-ce pas, Kell? He lives at 6251 Sheridan Road, same street apparently as Jack Crowell, but about a thousand less numbers. By the way, did you get one of those Christmas cards with twenty or twenty-seven crows in the branches of a tree? I did. Some stunt. Next year I'll expect to get something with a whip on it from Whipple, and wool, not cotton, from Woolverton, to mention two possibilities only. Well, anyway, Kell saw Hinckley the other day (first time since 1902) and knew him. Same old Hink, only grayed. We understand he was yelling for Chicago University this fall; no more enthusiastic about Brown than he ever was. Have to send K. U. A. out there in 1926, after he peps up a little with a real varsity next fall.

They say that Chan Cox has been filling up the Massachusetts judiciary with Dartmouth men. I dunno. Should think it was a good thing anyway if he has. No one seems to find anything to criticize in his four years' efforts, and I guess the last appointment of all is the most praiseworthy. At the last minute on the last day, we noticed that among the other nominations sent in by the governor was this—Jeremiah F. Mahoney of North Andover to be trial justice. Maybe he will get Democratic help in his next campaign. Thought he had retired. Congratulations, Jeremiah, anyway. And I might say the same to North Andover.

Along in November we understood from the Manchester Union that Bill Stevens was to be made a probate judge for Merrimack County in New Hampshire; some mention was made of Gene Leach, also that the fact that Brown was not re-elected governor might make a difference. Something seems to have happened anyway, for Bill now seems to be another kind of judge. December Ihe was nominated for judge of the municipal court of Concord. So route your path through Concord, boys, on the way to Hanover, and you may get away with speeding—and you may not.

My darling wife Martha threatened me a while ago that if I didn't stop printing items about my fellow-classmates living in Newton, always portraying them as sick or having sickness in their families, she would have my job turned over to someone else. I don't know who, and I doubt if anyone would take it, so the following will have to appear without the names.

At the recent meeting of the Newton Club I was the sole representative of 1903, and herein lies the reason. There are five of us living here—Brown, P. L., Harry Fitts, Cutter, Kidger, Whelden. So take your pick. I checked them all, and everyone was prevented from attending, aside from any other reasons, by the following: One had been playing polo a week ago and broke two ribs, and now broke two more. Another had his boy, now a freshman at Williams, at home, and didn't make connections. Of the other two, there were or had been three sick children, influenza in one family, to say nothing of the head of the family. And in the last case it was just a plain matter of waiting to go to the hospital. Next time Chet Butts says "Round up '03," I'll tell him to send along a nurse, and maybe a hospital.

.Editor, 516 Commonwealth Ave., Newton Center, Mass.