CLASS OF 1923

It's great to have a class agent like this gent Moore, to do my monthly stunt of news-casting, as he did recently via the Alumni Fund route. Don, by the way, is thinking seriously of moving to Chicago with Marie and all the kids, for which the Chicago delegation is duly appreciative.

The usual bunch of adherents was-present at the Chicago Alumni Association annual banquet, when Dean Laycock stopped over on his Western tour. Wallace, Hilton, Kimball, and others whose names I've forgotten were on hand.

I was a little embarrassed the other day when I walked into Lingerie Ruder's sample room in the Palmer House. Even the shoe business had not prepared me for the picture which met the eye, and which I will not attempt to describe in these hallowed pages. Anyhow, there was Loosh, there was the lingerie, and there was a charming blonde, all willing and anxious to demonstrate Ruder's leading item, the "Ruder Light O'Love Pantie" for the delectation of the big brassiere and pantie men of State St. I escaped as rapidly as possible to the comparative safety of the fitting stool.

Bill Gratz dropped in on his way to the Florida West Coast for a little building up, and also on his way home. If possible, he looked worse the second time. We attribute this failure to recover his health completely to pining for his desk at the bank while sprawled on the hot sands of the Gulf. Bill never could enjoy himself properly. Not by himself, we mean.

Stan Hall has switched from banking to the candy business in Chicago, with a company in which a brother of Larry Leverone is an official, the Automatic Canteen Cos. Stan is bowling them over in a large way.

Phil Swartz some time ago sent me the following synopsis of his affairs the last few years: "After turning my back on Hanover, I came West to take a three years' course in Old and New Testament exegesis, the misty (if not mystic) realms of religious education, and the finer points of theological theory, etc. After three years of that I went to Salonica, Greece, for two years, ostensibly to teach English, arithmetic, geometry, Bible, economics, and what have you, to the Greeks and Armenians in an American-run school, but actually to meet for the first time a Miss Catherine Bugbee (daughter of Arthur G. Bugbee—cf. name of our first born—secretary of class of '95) who is now Mrs. P. K. S. The afore-implied nuptuals were celebrated in Philadelphia, following which we drove a Chevvie across to California. Since then I have dispensed sermons and fatherly advice in the metropolis of Saticoy (found only on detailed U. S. Geodetic Survey maps), and more latterly in Venice (Calif., not Italy) which is a suburb of Los Angeles where it reaches out after China."

When last heard from, L. W. Woodruff was interested in internal medicine at the Woodruff Clinic at Joliet, 111.

H. V. Barney is married to Mary Lorden at Haverhill, Mass., and is a New England Tel. & Tel. man in Framingham. Walt Holmes lives at 12 Tennyson Road, Wellesley Hills, Mass., in a swell new sevenroom house.

Ed Laventall works for Kaylon Shirts, both in Troy and their New York office

Any of you guys who expect to open the football season this fall with the Norwich game at Hanover may reasonably expect to run across Fuller, Sammis, Haubrick, Neidlinger, Gutterman, Frank Smith the "Tweed of Waterbury," Pete Hurd, Herb Home, Bus Barnett, or Brooks Palmer. This gang was there last year and suggest an annual '23 dinner on that occasion. Think about it, will you? Owen Smith, the indefatigible photographer, won first prize in a vacation picture prize contest run by the New York EveningPost. Over 4000 prints were entered. We understand he married Helen Probyn of New York city a while back.

It is reported Jim Broe has a substantial paunch.

Red Collins, the Montreal wanderer, is a Boston Globe reporter. Jiggs Donahue works out daily at the Eye, Ear, Nose, and Throat Infirmary on Charles St., Boston.

Dwight L. (Bones) Granger is a marble tycoon in Cleveland. Dick Udall reported teaching and coaching track somewhere in Mass.

Ira Dixson, the original Hooper-Dooper Kid, broke his coccyx. He describes the X-ray picture of this distressing fracture as follows: "It makes a most enlightening picture of a busted tail-piece, the poor little bone being a fairly faithful likeness of a discarded peanut shell after an enthusiastic extraction of its erstwhile contents." Hooper-Dooper has just returned from Australia, whither he went with a Harvard Zoologic expedition last fall.

We believe Colin Campbell Stewart, M.D., is still at the Mayo Clinic. Your Secretary will probably not report the annual secretaries' meeting at Hanover this spring in person, not being willing to charge the trip to the class or to assume the bills himself. Speaking of bills, our hardhitting treasurer, Doten, has just been moved from Boston by the Frigidaire people, to take over a vice-presidency at Dayton, Ohio. More about this big event in the next issue.

A reminder: our class has always hovered near the cellar so far as Alumni Fund participation is concerned—in good years and bad; even in years before we all had our pay cut; even when the Bull Market was with us. In other words, we have been laying down on the job, and doing it annually. Is there a change in sight? A buck apiece, boys, just a buck apiece, will look mighty good. How about you?

Secretary, 328 Sheridan Rd., Highland Park, Ill.

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