1938

Just the other day, on one of my now-frequent peregrinations to Hanover Plain, the old duck-boards were wallowing in, their usual springtime glory; students were board-hopping on their way across the campus; and the air had that stale, rotten smell of melting snow and tired street-sweepings. It was hard to realize that a few months hence the town would be green and sunny and peopled with outlandish costumes of returning '38'ers and others of less repute.

The good Baron appears to have been out of communication for a couple of weeks, but if I know the von Pechmann temperament, he'll be back with a rush, and you'll be flooded with the attractive details of the forthcoming festivities.

The last check at Roger Burt's printing establishment in Hanover showed that the questionnaires were coming in at a satisfactory rate. Scotty has a follow-up propaganda piece in the process, but let's help out by getting the dope in before such is necessary. We want to have the things ready by Reunion and you can imagine there's quite a bit of editing going into it to make it as useful as possible.

Just one more reminder on class matters is to start thinking seriously about a slate of officers for the next five years. As you know, we have a business meeting Saturday morning, and at that time is the opportunity for changes and replacements. I have not heard from any of the present incumbents as to their future intentions, but I myself am bowing out, due to reasons of poor health and unsettled future plans.

From the wilds of the Windy City comes word that Jack Mcintosh has been elected a Director of the Chicago Real Estate Board. Jack is with the firm of Heinsimer and Mcintosh in the metropolis of the Mid-West.

A recent epistle from Brownell in Marble-head reveals a new legal connection, with which the good Parker appears more than satisfied. He reports Suburbia, Marblehead variety, eminently satisfactory and work in Boston more attractive than New York.

A recent check on the whereabouts of Gil Tanis, peripatetic representative of the College for some sort of fund-raising, showed him out of town and headed in the not too distant future for the Far West, where money grows like avocados on all the trees. Join the College to See the World.

Among other world travellers who finally holed up at Mr. McFate's Hanover Biltmore have been the Robert Renos from the distance of Concord, N.H.; Dr. and Mrs. D.J. Bell from the deep south of Watertown, Mass.; Augustus Southworth of Bridgewater, Conn.; the redoubtable E.F. Perrin of West Hartford, Conn.; Johnny Meachem from Manlius, N.Y.; and Fred Piderit, minus the encumbrances pictured in this MAGAZINE in a previous issue.

Speaking of Piderit, at one time we sort of sponsored a survey of large families in the Class; is there anyone who wants to challenge Fred? Jim Cotter, at one time, was in the running; how's he doing?

Having now found the shoe box not only empty but almost rotted through from the damp weather of the winter, we shall not take any more of the MAGAZINE'S valuable space. Perhaps '39 can use the extra for another stirring account of an Executive Committee meeting. Being off myself to what I hope will be sunny Florida for a week's respite from grubby urchins and the kind ministrations of the Hitchcock Hospital, this will be dropped in the office of '38's favorite house organ, if bearer can dodge the mud-holes leading into Crosby Hall. See you at Reunion, but get the old annual contribution in to Scotty before you dare show your face in Hanover.

Secretary, Peacham Academy, Peacham, Vt.

Class Agent, 39 College St., Hanover, N.H.