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CHARLES STERLING JUDSON, JR .; 4252 Trias Street, San Diego, Calif.
At the end of the war, the logical course seemed to be to stay with the Navy, having been engaged in that line of endeavor in an active duty status for the preceding five years and as a reserve for the four years previous to that. In 1946 my transfer to the Regular Navy was approved in the rank of Commander.
As a family, we (Georgie, my wife; George, fifteen; Charles, eleven; Anna Katharine, nine, and David, four) have been very fortunate in our duty stations since the war; so far we have been comfortably situated in interesting and pleasant surroundings. Luckily, each of our moves has occurred in the summer, so the children's schooling has not been seriously interrupted.
Now, after a year in San Diego, a year in Newport, R.I., and two years as Gunnery Officer on the U.S.S. Princeton (during which the family stayed in San Diego), we are beginning our third year of a probable three-year tour in Bremerton. Although the climate doesn't compare with California, we have become very fond of the North- west. The whole family has really been enjoying the wonderful out- doors up here, and we are making the most of it while we can.
ARNOLD EDWARD KADUE; 420 Thomas Avenue South, Min- neapolis 5, Minn.
Left Yale's ivy to join American Hardware Corp. in New Britain, Conn., with fellow '36ers Heyward Alker, George Stearns, Bob Tay- lor, and Berkley Miller. In three to five years, all four were wise enough to leave the builders' hardware business, leaving me to hold the fort for eleven years, until 1947.
A fourteen-month training course was followed by general sales work, then specialization in government requirements. This led into
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munitions activity commencing in 1940. During World War II, with all the brilliant fellows away in service, I was lucky to be made superintendent of war production. This was a satisfying and exhaust- ing seven-day-a-week job, wrestling with the production, machinery and personnel problems involved with aircraft hardware, 50-calibre machine guns, 40-mm. projectiles, gun carriage accessories, frag- mentation bombs, rocket components, and other arsenal items.
In 1945, my desk label was changed to production manager, and the problems of producing hinges, locks, and door knobs proved as challenging as those concerning munitions. Ex-naval commander Bill Lowe, '36, joined the staff and we surely had a fascinating and happy experience, even though we didn't get paid for our labors.
On May 29, 1944, in connection with visiting a Mississippi shell- loading plant that used our projectiles, I met Marjorie Moore, Missis- sippi College for Women '42. The next eighteen months witnessed a long-distance romance, with several visits, dozens of phone calls, hun- dreds of letters. We married November 17, 1945. After a New Or- leans honeymoon, my wife, who had never seen more than one inch of snow, arrived at our Connecticut apartment through a sixty-five inch snowdrift, deepest in years.
On a subsequent May 29, this in 1947, an old friend telephoned me about a job opportunity in Cincinnati, Ohio. The assignment was as assistant to the works manager in a valve and faucet manufactur- ing business. The deal was fine. The clincher was the coincidence that Marjorie's best friend and former roommate already resided in Cincinnnati. The move worked out beautifully. We loved the town, the people, our first house. The business was growing, and I was made manager of a new branch factory.
Rickie came to live with us July 30, 1948. He spent his first weeks in an oxygen tent, took all his early meals intravenously, and under- went a lung operation. Yet today his robust health is the envy of his loving parents. It would be fun to spend more time with the three- year-old rascal.
Another former American Hardware associate introduced the op- portunity in General Mills, Minneapolis. This world's largest flour miller, staffed by a number of fine Yalemen like Bill Humphrey, '36, has several "extracurricular" activities, including the operation of a chain of feed stores. My function is co-ordinating the purchasing activity throughout the stores, scattered thinly from Maine to California. Traveling keeps me away from home and family, from my favorite hobby, carpentry, from the civic and club activity that most fellows find so satisfying. It would be nice to get into manu- facturing again.
Since John Hersey has encouraged the voicing of opinions on these pages, let me express just one, covering briefly the topic of free enter-
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prise. Some federal regulations are necessary, of course, but are we not at least diluting, if not destroying, our freedoms when we relinquish to government bureaucracies ever-increasing control of industry, commerce, and all enterprise? Free enterprise has brought us the highest standard of living the world has ever known. It now takes seven minutes of human labor to produce a bushel of wheat, from plowing to delivering at the elevator. Formerly it took 193! The 186 liberated minutes have gone on to produce myriads of new things like farm machinery for all the chores, radios, refrigerators, bridges, highways, airfields. They have been turned to research, to unfold miracle drugs and medical advances far beyond the fondest dreams of the valiant men who founded our country.
A nation's strength and prosperity is in direct proportion to the effective productice effort of its people. Remove the stimulant for greater production, add more parasites to the public payroll, slap on more taxes, and the creeping paralysis slowly sets in. We can stem the tide, even as individuals, by devoting our time and money to back straight-thinking legislators now in municipal, state, and federal government and helping to elect still others of the same high morals and principles who are willing to serve. The need is urgent!
SEYMOUR L. KALISON; 504 Longview Road, Knoxville, Tenn.
In 1946, the migration North from the sunny South took place, and until January, 1950, the health of the meat-eating population of New Haven was safe-guarded by the use of a stamp appearing on choice or other, mostly other, beef, pork, veal and lamb, attesting to its safety as human food.
The year 1946 also saw the loss of the partner in marriage via the divorce courts and a return to the state of single blessedness. This unnatural condition lasted until January 8, 1950, when another union was formed, and with it two children, ready made, were acquired. Thus far, it has proven to be the best deal yet made.
The call of the South was too strong, and in 1950 the whole family returned to Tennessee, where the State Department of Agri- culture has supported us ever since in return for any professional help as a veterinarian they can extract from me. At this writing, we are all enjoying the balmy breezes, greens, fried chicken, outdoor life, drive-in movies, year-round golf, and the many other advantages of God's country. All this, and heaven too, will undoubtedly keep us here for some time to come.
GILBERT R. KARNIG; Via Lucullo 6, Rome, Italy.
I am now chief of the mission for CARE in Italy, after having spent two years in Paris as chief for France. I have traveled very
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much in all of Europe and North Africa. My hobbies are collecting modern paintings (French, Italian, Spanish, etc.) and visiting out-of- the-way places; also languages. My work is very interesting- negotiating with foreign governments; trying to assist during dis- asters (right now all tied up with the Po River Valley flood).
PAUL DAGGETT KARSTEN, JR .; Tryon, N.C.
Have achieved a very happy life in this ideal small town. I would say it began about the time that real estate became my career. This was shortly after divorce in 1947 put me back in the single column. Formed the firm of Richardson & Karsten here in Tryon and fast became, after organizing the Tryon-Polk County Board of Realtors, one of the town's leading "real-estators." Later took on Fire and Casualty insurance, and purchased two agencies in order to get a good start. Now have expanded into the life insurance field under the auspices of the Equitable. Really enjoy my work and study to keep up to date in it.
Married Constance Margaret Inness-Brown last year, and now we have a "family" on the way. And believe me, what with having a pedigreed Boxer pup (Bingo) to train, and a golf score to shorten, to- gether with playing in the weekly bridge tournaments, and trying to learn all there is to know about insurance (and babies), life is pretty busy right here in Tryon.
One of our pleasures here is our Tryon Little Theatre, and it was a boost for the morale when I was "acclaimed" as an actor after taking the part of Joe in "The Male Animal." Have been active in the Episcopal Church lately and we plan to bring up the children in it.
We missed the 15th, but Connie and I are already looking forward to the 20th.
LOUIS J. KAYE; 572 Imperial Avenue, Westport, Conn.
I was a member of Yale '36 from 1932 to 1934, and then completed my work for a B.A. at the University of Michigan. I held a variety of jobs; then served in the U.S. Army, 1943-46. Now I am selling sales presentation, catalogue, and binding design and manufacture for the Stoves Binding Co., New York City. My wife, Sylvia (1939) and I have a daughter, Laurie (1945) ; son, William (1950). House, garden, car, and commutation ticket. Member, fathers club, Saugatuck School.
MAURICE J. KELLER; 3701 Grandell Square, St. Louis 8, Mo.
Late in 1945, I returned from India after having served as Flight Surgeon all the way from Karachi to Kunming. I was appalled at
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mass human misery taken so for granted by those more fortunate, and knew then as did we all that these millions with their great potential would some day burst the bonds and go to something with a promise, even if only a promise. We are already regretting lost opportunities; will we regret more?
Having unjoined from the Army of the U.S., I returned to resume the hospital training that had been interrupted four years before: a year at Boston City Hospital, then almost two years at New York's Mt. Sinai Hospital, where I finished in the specialty of Pediatrics along with Bob Heavenrich, whom I kept happily running into and working with, even during the war years. We two and Dr. Jim Parker were amazingly assigned to same outfit for brief periods, when songs of old Eli rent the air, your truly definitely and invariably bringing up the rear and threatening imminent washouts, but always the two others pulling us through handsomely.
Then finally I returned to private practice in Salem and Marble- head, Mass., where there was time enough in the early days for plenty of sailing and golf, and where I became a Licentiate of the American Board of Pediatrics and Fellow of American Academy of Pediatrics. Also I became a staff member of Salem Hospital, North Shore Babies' Hospital, and Boston Childrens' Hospital, where I had a stimulating time teaching small groups of Harvard Medical students.
The serenity of a bachelor's life was suddenly and happily ended by Helene Berwald, of St. Louis, Mo., on November 11, 1950, in her home city, and ne'er was there a happier one than I. Thence we came back East via White Sulphur Springs and Williamsburg, and back to the care of the sick in Salem town-but not for long. The lure of the West and the prospect of joining a fine Medical Group prompted our return to St. Louis, and here we expect to remain.
ARTHUR CORSON KELSEY; 135 Mt. Vernon Street, Boston, Mass.
After four happy years as Rector of St. John's Episcopal Church, Franklin, Penn., I came on to Boston, in 1948, as an assistant to the Reverend Whitney Hale, at the Church of the Advent, Boston, and to be Vicar of St. Stephen's Church in Boston's South End, and a chaplain at the Massachusetts General Hospital. My ministry here has been a full one, rich in experience in all types of pastoral work and problems, and in professional relationships with various com- munity agencies and resources. The great personal event of the last three years has been my marriage to Louise Martien Lammers, of Baltimore and Wellesley College, and the arrival of our daughter, Meg, who is just beginning to walk. My step-daughter, Ann, is about
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to become a first-grader, and is showing already a talent for personal relationships and a charm that make us like to burst with parental pride.
There has been little time for much outside my work and my family, though in the course of my duties here, and at conferences and during vacations we have met many interesting people and have done things we have always looked forward to doing. Our interests include music, lectures, books, traveling, our children and their experiences, Martha's Vineyard, and always the thrilling problem of the interrelationships of Church and Society, the problem of ultimate meaning, which appears to many to be crucial in our time.
We expect to be leaving soon for a parish of my own, but just where that will be is not yet clear. By the time you read this we ought to know, and I'll tell you about it in the next issue of the 1936 Class Book.
JAMES G. KELSEY; 162 Circuit Avenue, Waterbury, Conn.
Immediately after graduation, I was employed by the American Brass Company in Waterbury, Conn., first as a machinist's helper, then as a draftsman in the central engineering department.
Dorothy G. Prince of West Haven became my wife on June 17, 1939, and we set up housekeeping in a small apartment. When it became apparent that Jean Carolyn Kelsey would join the family on April 19, 1941, we started to build a new home.
However, about this time the Navy Department became rather in- sistent and on May 31, 1941, I reported for active duty as an Ensign, USNR, aboard the submarine U.S.S. "S-26." In July, 1941, "Dot" and Joan moved into our new home, where I was a frequent weekend visitor while my ship was operating out of New London.
Then in October, I was transferred to the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Hornet, CV-8, of Shangri-la fame, where the varied duties of a Junior Division Officer in the engineering department kept me occu- pied. Shortly after Christmas, an extra half stripe was acquired and the ship sailed for the Pacific War Zone. This cruise came to a violent end at Santa Cruz, where the Hornet was sunk on October 26, 1942. After spending six weeks in San Diego Naval Hospital and two months at home on sick leave, and having advanced meanwhile to full Lieutenant, I was assigned to the commissioning detail of the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Monterey, CVL-26. Shortly after the Monterey was commissioned in June, 1943, my promotion to Lt. Commander came through, which made me rather senior for my position as E Division officer. In September the Monterey passed through the "Big Ditch" en route to join the Fifth Fleet off Tarawa.
Our second daughter, Judith Dorothy Kelsey, arrived on December
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14, 1943, but she was sixteen months old before we could start getting acquainted.
During the summer of 1944, I became Assistant Engineer of the Monterey, and this was my billet for the remainder of the war. Finally the big day arrived and civilian clothes felt unfamiliar after fifty-nine months of active duty and thirteen major carrier engage- ments in the Pacific.
The American Brass Company seemed glad to have me back, and after a short period on my old job, they transferred me to their Detroit, Mich., branch as Construction Engineer in July, 1946. After an extended tour of Detroit real estate offices, a new home was pur- chased and in October, "Dot," Joan, and Judy joined me. Then in June, 1949, just as we were all getting accustomed to the big city ways, The American Brass Company transferred me back to their central Engineering Department in Waterbury, Conn., as Assistant to the Furnace Design Division Engineer. This set off another flurry of house hunting, but we were soon settled in our present home.
Shortly after getting settled in my new job, I became associated with the newly organized Naval Reserve Unit in Waterbury, and in October, 1949, I was appointed Commanding Officer of Organized Surface Battalian 3-6, U.S. Naval Reserve, which means "Dot" knows where I can be found two or three nights a week! Right now I am sweating out another promotion and a possible recall to active duty.
WHITNEY T. KELSEY; 1 Ridge Drive East, Berkeley Heights, N.J.
This quinquennial self-searching reveals that the last five years have been considerably less eventful than the preceding period, which in most respects is perfectly o.k. with yours truly. The same beautiful bride continues to tend my bed and board. The rest of the family has expanded by one, so now there are two little blessings to prevent their mother's day from becoming monotonous. The Guaranty Trust Company of New York continues to pay my salary and to let me loan out that green stuff-anybody need some ?- worse than me? All of which brings up the major problem of the last five years, keeping one step ahead of old man inflation. Anyone having the solution can do The Greatest Class its greatest favor by letting us in on the secret. Golf remains my favorite sport. And here a word of advice to golf lovers; don't marry a tennis fiend. But I still play a good deal of golf, too. Other exta-curricular activities include the opera, theater, and concerts, as well as vacationing on Cape Cod, all of which I can recommend heartily, particularly the latter.
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JOHN RHOADES KENDALL; c/o Standard-Vacuum Oil Com- pany, Singapore.
When war ended in 1945, I rejoined the company I had worked for before the war, the Standard-Vacuum Oil Co. This company is affiliated both with Standard Oil of New Jersey and Socony-Vacuum and operates in Asia and the Far East from Japan to South Africa and includes Australia and New Zealand.
I was posted to Singapore and in March, 1946, became District Manager at Ipoh in the heart of the tin producing area of Malaya. My wife and child joined me there, and our second child, a son, was born at the Government Hospital nearby in the town of Batu Gajah (literally translated "Stone Elephant").
We left Ipoh in 1948 about two months before the bandit uprising in Malaya and were posted to Bangkok, where I was Acting Territory Manager for the Kingdom of Thailand. January, 1949, saw us on six months home leave, where we made headquarters in St. Helena, Calif., with a trip east, at which time we saw many old friends.
In September, 1949, I was posted to Singapore as District Sales Manager, where I am today. It is an interesting area, as it includes the Crown Colonies of Sarawak and British North Borneo, as well as the State of Johore and the Island of Singapore. In December, 1950, due to the tense situation which developed in the Far East as a result of China joining the Korean War, my wife and children went home, but have since returned, in August of this year.
We will be going on leave again a year from now and hope to go by Europe, ending up on the East Coast before Christmas, 1952.
STANLEY J. KEYES, JR .; 30 Old Post Road, Rye, N.Y.
Since last recording my autobiography for the ten-year record, I have continued to live in Westchester, commute daily to New York and have stayed in the advertising agency business with my own agency. The business has been growing despite hot and cold wars, taxes, shortages and the Missouri Waltz. I find that recently I have had to travel a great deal and even though I always have good in- tentions of looking up some long-lost Eli, it is very seldom that the opportunity has arisen.
We had our third child the day before the Class' 10th Reunion and have found out what was causing that sort of thing and since then put a complete check on it. I'm trying to head our son towards the Class of 1961.
We live in a community that is loaded with Elis. Numbered among them are former classmates Wid Cates, Dick Herold, Jerry Roscoe, Dick Pinkham, Dick Rossbach, and many others not in our class. I still get a big kick out of being a Westchester fall commuter to the Bowl, and try not to miss a game.
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Believe it or not, my favorite hobby is gardening. We have a big place and my work goes much beyond the chore of weekly grass- cutting. I'm even crazy enough about the hobby to keep a rather large greenhouse in operation twelve months a year.
My contribution to the community centers around being a vice- president of the local Y.M.C.A. and also working on special fund drives of our local hospital. Apparently I have also inherited the title of vice-president in charge of raffles for the Class of '36. It seems to be the only way we can shake an extra dollar bill out of you fellows to help build up the Class Fund.
I still think Yale is the Center of learning in the United States and will violently defend it against any attack upon this position. I am sure that Yale has done more for me that I have for her and I hope some day to be able to bring that record into closer balance.
GARFIELD KING; 575 E. Westminster Avenue, Lake Forest, Ill.
My family consists of my wife, Mary Rick King; a daughter, Sheila; and a son, Charles Garfield. I am employed by the Morton Salt Company, as Vice-President and Treasurer.
RICHARD A. KINZER; 543 Elmwood Avenue, Burlington, Wisc.
After Yale came Law School, the bar exam, and active practice in Milwaukee. The war years were spent in the Southwest Pacific capturing island after island, each of which looked exactly like its predecessor and seemed like a bad dream which kept repeating itself. How we envied the boys in Europe who captured cities, girls, wine cellars .... I remember one friend who wrote home complaining bitterly because the martinis in London were without olives. How- ever, during the last six months overseas, I had the rare privilege of working on General MacArthur's staff. Between soldiering in the field under him and working on his staff, I came away with an admiration of him little short of idolatry.
Whether or not I used my time at Yale to best advantage, the time I spent at Northampton (probably better than half my upperclass days) was spent most profitably. After a whirlwind romance lasting six years I married Jane Howe McMillan, Smith '38, in 1940. We now have a daughter, who is eight, and a boy, five. Both wonderful children.
After an absence of five years during the war years and the un- timely death of my law partner, the practice of law held little further interest for me. In 1946, I accepted a position with Burling- ton Mills, Inc., Burlington, Wisc., where I am now the Sales Manager. Having lived all my life in the city, moving to a small
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town has been a revelation-and a happy one. Life is so much easier, the pace is slower, the people friendlier.
May I add a word about the 15th Reunion. This was my first visit to New Haven since graduation and it couldn't have been a happier one. The men who organized and ran the Reunion are to be congratulated. Old friendships were renewed and new friendships formed. I was amazed and filled with pride at the accomplishments of the members of our class. There is little doubt in my mind but that the Class of 1936, ere it runs its course, will have established itself as one of Yale's greatest.
ALLAN F. KITCHEL, JR .; Binney Lane, Old Greenwich, Conn.
The glamour and excitement of the war years, like a famous general, just faded away, leaving the everyday chores, headaches, joys, responsibilities, and commuting following along in endless array. The children grow and blossom out as little ladies should; Mother gets better looking along with her daughters; and Father (when he faces the matter squarely) admits to being (and having been) a pretty lucky guy in the domestic bliss department. Spending money comes from the same old reliable source-Universal Pictures-with assists on the newsreel and an occasional credit line on a one or two-reeler. Not too much of a social lion, with five dances a year, visits with Greenwood, Preston, Oelschlager, White, and other mem- bers of that amazing class. Living in one town so long, it is too easy to be talked into Community Chest duties, church-raising campaigns, and so forth. Also a stint with the local GOP'ers, in more or less of a yes-me-too capacity. Church-wise, a belated recognition of the need for church support and church affiliation, which gained momentum until honored with a seat on the vestry of the Episcopal Church in Riverside. Spare time is spent mowing the lawn, swimming when warm, drinking with friends, movies, television, and wondering how you fat guys do it. (We mean putting on weight.) All in all, it is a wonderful world, but can't someone in the class arrange things better so (1) taxes could be lower; (2) Republicans could be President more often; (3) Russia would fall flat on its nose; and (4) there was more time for wine, women and song. Yale-Yes!
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