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DEVER K. WERNER; 154 S. Anita Avenue, Los Angeles 24, Calif. Wife: Dorothy (married on June 22, 1940).
Daughter: Carolyn (born on February 19, 1943). Employer: North American Aviation, Inc.
Position: Supervisor, flight test instrumentation.
IRVING ROBERT WERSHOW; Route #2, Alachua, Fla.
I have been teaching Spanish for six years at the University of Florida. Just built a new home on sixty acres of land and raise turkeys and boxers for hobbies. I have one daughter, two years old now. This year I am doing Point Four work at the university with South American government workers who are in the United States for study.
ROGER F. WHALEN; 233 Tyler Street, East Haven, Conn.
I am manager of the Whalen Insurance Agency, Hamden, Conn., which handles general insurance and real estate. My outside interests are the three Whalen infants, aged seven, five, and four, and follow- ing the fortunes of the Yankee baseballers and the Eli footballers. I get exercise from golf, bowling, and home repairs, in order of their importance.
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EDWARD C. R. WHITCRAFT; Mill River Road, Oyster Bay, N.Y.
My good wife says things are looking up-five years ago I lost a front tooth crown on spareribs and last week I lost one on lobster. Ah! Opulence!
Melissa Eden, February 15, 1947, and Nicholas Regester, Febru- ary 15, 1949, have brought us to a 2 to 2 tie in boys and girls.
With apartment houses and stores gaining in Great Neck, we moved further out the Island for more room and a change of pace- a long commute, but well worth it.
Now Assistant Vice President and assistant head of Security Re- search, Bank of New York and Fifth Avenue Bank.
How long can a boom last? Will the GOP win just in time to take the economic rap?
JOHN HAZEN WHITE; Rocky Point Road, Old Greenwich, Conn.
Since 1938 I have been Treasurer, and since 1942 I have been President as well, of the Taco Heaters, Incorporated, manufacturers of hot water heaters. I have a wife and four daughters-Faith, eleven, Priscilla, nine, Mary, seven, and Peggy, three and a half. My hobbies are sailing and music.
MILTON WHITE; 349 Garden Street, Hartford 12, Conn.
Since 1945-46, I have tried my hand and head at writing, but with not great success. A couple of short stories in Seventeen, an article in Vogue. A creative writing fellowship at Stanford (1948-49). Com- pleted a novel, but no go; want to start another.
In the meantime, since I must nourish, clothe, and house myself, I have taken a job in a local department store working for the Methods Division.
And that is all.
PETER D. WHITNEY; 219 South Lee Street, Alexandria, Va.
When I last wrote, in 1946, I was just beginning as U.S. corres- pondent of the London Observer, a well-known London Sunday news- paper, and a string of dailies in Europe and the British Common- wealth. I then had two children.
Five years later I live in the same house, in Alexandria, have one more child, and work for the Washington Post.
I covered Washington for the Observer until March, 1949, when the editors replaced me with an English citizen, but instead of letting me go as I expected, they sent me to Paris as their correspondent for a year and a half. This was the first time I had had the opportunity to live in France, and was exactly what I wanted most to do. I had
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been enamored with the country and the city ever since the Libera- tion.
I was the Observer correspondent from April, 1949, to August, 1950. The effect on my inner horizon was great-I like to think that it broadened at least in proportion with my waistline; the food was so delicious that the middle-aged figure stole upon me swiftly. I was not altogether unawares but too seduced with the joys of the palate to resist.
The children took unwillingly to French learning, which is strict and is enforced in the schools by a waspish feminine discipline that they resent to this day, a year later; but they certainly acquired long division and grammar long before they are going to get it in U.S. schools. They all spoke French at that time with a fluency that shamed their parents; it is one of the drawbacks of living abroad, that you are bound to be outshone by the young and made to feel an ignorant clod. But upon landing in the U.S. again they set their faces firmly against all things French, pretended not to understand when addressed in the language. Today they are complete U.S. small fry, addicted to Hopalong Cassidy, bubble gum, and pestering their par- ents for TV. The melting pot is efficient.
The eldest, twins, Elizabeth and James, are nine; the youngest, Stephen, is close to four, having been born in Washington, D.C., just across the river, on November 22, 1947.
We came back to the U.S. in August, 1950, when it became clear that, delightful though France was, it was important for my future to get back into the employment of a U.S. newspaper. Since March, I have been one of the copyreaders on the Washington Post.
Although the summers here are justly notorious, there are great compensations in other seasons. I do as much fishing for smallmouth bass and trout as I can, and enjoy running rapids in the nearby rivers in a French folding boat which is to me what skis are to those of you who live nearer the mountains. In France my wife and I paddled in some dozen beautiful streams. There too I fished for salmon in all, I suppose, about a month of eight-hour days without the slightest result at the other end of the line. At my own end, however, great though intangible results were achieved, which no non-angler will believe and no angler needs to have described to him.
At the risk of seeming to propagandize in this class history, which ought to be personal above all, I can't refrain from remarking that our foreign policy seems to me to be right, our Allies faithful, and our chances of leaving a world worth living in to our children depend- ent on being resolute but patient in our present policies. Upon re- turning from abroad, one is shocked at the intemperateness of political criticism in this country, and the irresponsibility of many of the critics.
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WILLIAM C. WHITRIDGE; 6214 Memorial Drive, Houston, Tex.
After a year in Germany as a Red Cross Field Director, I found myself back home again in 1946 with the same wife, three daughters, and an urgent need to make a living. My old vocation of farming was out for the present at least, as land and cattle prices seemed at the peak and it seemed only sensible to wait for the post-war read- justment to take place. I am still waiting.
So, Houston, the booming metropolis of the South (adv.), beck- oned and I settled down to the retail lumber and home building business, graduating from this to the lumber brokerage business some eighteen months ago and now running my own brokerage concern.
Having three daughters, the eldest of whom becomes a teen-ager next month, I am beginning to consider the advantages of Smith over Vassar, but will probably end up with three Texas Longhorns or Rice Owls.
Fortunately, my harem and I enjoy much the same activities, such as swimming, some tennis, symphonies, bridge, and other less strenu- ous card games. Unfortunately, perhaps, my wife and I find ourselves subordinating some of our activities to those of the children.
The past five years have been full and satisfactory ones for me and mine, although the outlook in 1946 was uncertain enough. Look- ing ahead to the next five, I still have that uncertain feeling, wonder- ing whether we face the alternatives of full-scale war or full-scale depression or whether the U.N. can really function to prevent a war and we can straighten out our economy to prevent a financial collapse.
PETER K. WICKHAM; 2411 Lincoln Street, Evanston, Ill.
Just read 1941 and 1946 chapters of this prolonged and disjointed serial thriller. Reading time: 14 hours and 25 minutes-if you skip the long ones. It's enough to make Johnny Berdan turn over in his grave.
Let's see ... I left Janet on the nest at the end of my last chapter . . . that must have been Molly, now a Junior Demon of four. She'll drive some poor sophomore crazy in about fifteen years. I'll be in a padded cell long before that.
The cast now leads off with Doug, ten, a leather-lunged, left- handed first baseman who still prefers the Cubs to the White Sox. Such stubborn loyalty to the underdog may be very useful when he arrives in New Haven about 1959 or '60. Sally, our next oldest, is a pretty young lady of seven. Molly, an affectionate little puppy of four, is our youngest and liveliest. Their mother, Janet, is prettier than when I married her, and I wouldn't trade jobs with her for twice my salary. The titular head of the family (theoretically) is buying Kitchen Utensils for Sears, Roebuck and Co., and seems to enjoy it.
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The question of the moment is whether he will become bald before he becomes gray.
We now have a house in a lovely wooded neighborhood. In fact, the neighborhood was what we bought. We had to wreck the house inside out and start all over again. All I need say about the house is that the former owner still had the gas plate in the bathroom for her curling iron! The house is now a very attractive place, due to Janet's ability and efforts. A scotch and soda or a julep or collins on the side porch is real relaxin'. We welcome any visitors-just give us a call and stop by to say "hello."
KENT D. WIGHTMAN; Davis Hill Road, Westport, Conn.
Missed contributing a biography for the 1946 edition, so will jump back ten years-wow!
Married Pat Miller from Montclair, New Jersey, in the spring of 1941. We lived in New York until 1943, when we went to Washing- ton, D.C., where I spent three years in the Navy with the Special Devices Division of the Office of Research & Inventions.
Returned to New York in the spring of 1946 and plunged right back into the advertising art business while my wife looked for a house for us instead of an apartment because by this time we had a boy, five, and a baby girl to consider. Before long we were com- fortably settled in a Levitt house in Roslyn, Long Island, which was bought with a G. I. veterans loan.
This spring we moved to Weston, Conn., where we live in an early colonial remodeled carriage house perched halfway up a steep rocky ridge. My wife and I spend much of our spare time building terraces, rock gardens, and generally trying to exercise a green thumb. My watercolor painting has been sadly neglected, but the surrounding Connecticut landscape is so lovely that I hope to get back to it this fall.
LOUIS WILLARD, JR .; Water Works Road, Sewickley, Pa.
Now we are six, two new ones having been added since last report -Sally six, and Molly, two; the girls are ahead, three to one. The new members necessitated an addition to our domicile, which took up most of my time for a year and all our money for several years to come. Real estate is still my business. Since I sold a few properties last year, George Bros. made me a partner in the firm this Spring. Gardening in the summer and wood-cutting in the winter are my principal home occupations. The benefits of the winter exercise have been greatly diminished by the asquisition of a power-driven chain saw, which has added several more inches to my abdominal pro-
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tuberance. Fortunately, my wife and children like to fish. This makes summer vacations in Canada easy and enjoyable.
ALBERT N. WILLIAMS, JR .; Sanford Ranch, Littleton, Colo.
Was in the East until 1947, employed as an Information Officer with the Department of State. Last assignment (1946-47) was Editor- in-Chief, English Features Section, Voice of America. This tour was prefaced by a session in the Navy, wherein I served as a communica- tions officer in the Pacific. Gave up New York in the summer of 1947, and returned to ancestral homestead in Colorado, where I now farm a dry and unprofitable acreage ten miles from Denver. Make my living at the University of Denver where I taught on the English faculty 1947-49, and where, since 1949, I have been Assistant to the Chancellor and Director of Development. Am also associated with the Central City Opera Association as a member of the Executive Committe and the Rocky Mountain Radio Council as a member of the Board of Directors. My only hobby is writing in the western history field, and I have three books on certain aspects of the subject in print; am also author of a recently published history of the Bible. Made a second marriage in 1948 to Ann West, a former literary agent, and now boast three children: Christopher, fifteen; Holliday (a girl), thirteen; Albert N. III, one.
EVERARD MOTT WILLIAMS; 619 S. Linden Avenue, Pittsburgh 8, Pa.
Another summer in Pittsburgh reminds us that we have been on the job here (currently as Professor of Electrical Engineering at Carnegie Institute of Technology) longer than at any previous post. We means Mary Stansel Williams, several smaller Williams', and myself. Mary graduated from Russell Sage College in 1937 and came to the Yale Nursing School. We were married in 1938 and lived in New Haven until 1939, when my work for the Ph.D in Electrical Engineering was completed. Our first child, Thomas Granville, was born in 1940 while I was Instructor in Electrical Engineering at the Pennsylvania State College, State College, Pa. Nancy Reid arrived in 1943 in Schenectady, N.Y., just after I had taken a leave of ab- sence from Penn State to become chief engineer of a wartime re- search and development group (radio countermeasures and radio con- trols for guided missiles) for the Air Force at Wright Field, Dayton, Ohio. Susan Mott and Peter Biddle were born in Pittsburgh in 1946 and 1947 respectively, where we have been since August, 1945. In addition to duties at Carnegie Tech, I maintain a private consulting practice, which was started in 1946; this is now thriving and includes service as expert consultant to the Research and Development
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Board, U.S. Department of Defense, and Scientific Consultant to the USAF. What little spare time we have now goes to the affairs of the Blackberry Pond Corporation (Everard M. Williams, president, and Mary S. Williams, member of the board), a cooperative non- profit organization which operates a recreational forest, lake, and farm area about twenty-five miles east of Pittsburgh. We have just finished a cabin for summer use and will shortly retire to a restful life of swimming, wood chopping, painting, general repairing, and culture (of vegetables and fruit). If pressed, we would probably admit this is the kind of life we like.
JAMES B. WILLIAMS; 71 Hillside Avenue, Waterbury, Conn.
I'm an insurance agent and a bachelor. I have too many interests, etc., to even try to enumerate them.
LYNDON WILSON; 156 Bryant Street, Buffalo, N.Y.
While I am still an officer and director of the Lish Savory Corpora- tion, the family business, my principal occupation is that of assistant to the president of the Weisner-Ropp Company, Inc., manufacturers of aircraft machine tools. Janie and I have four robust children- Tucky, Henry, Deda, and Caroline. We enjoy golf, tennis, fishing, and skiing and are interested in our friends and current events. I'll be happy to retire some day to a farm high on a hill overlooking the valley. Best wishes to '36.
ROBERT E. L. WILSON, 3d; Lee Wilson & Co., Wilson, Ark.
From 1945 through 1947, I was ranching in Colorado and Wyom- ing, and the next two years I served as Manager of the Wilson Soya Corp. at Wilson, Ark. Last year I became Manager and Trustee of Lee Wilson & Co., which farms 25,000 acres in cotton, soybeans, rice, and cattle, and operates twenty-five subsidiary industrial businesses. Last year I was King of the Memphis Cotton Carnival. In 1948, R.E.L. Wilson 4th died of lukemia, and that same year Stephen A. Wilson was born. My hobbies are hunting, fishing, and race horses.
DAVID EDWIN WINEBRENNER, 3RD; New Oxford, Pa.
The five years since 1946 have passed happily, quietly, and all too quickly for me. Major event in the family history was the arrival of our fourth child, a daughter, in January, 1950. This makes the family score two boys and two girls, and (we hope) the score is final. Prin- cipal concern is raising the children as we feel they should be raised. With their ages ranging from eleven years to one and a half, our inter- ests must jump from Boy Scouting to nursery rhymes, our table con-
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versation must skip from Roy Rogers to Bye-Baby-Bunting, and our vacation gear must include hunting knives as well as toidy seats. To help things run more smoothly we took a DP couple into our home two years ago-a middle-aged man and wife from the Polish Ukraine. They are still with us and seem to love America. They not only lend an international flavor to our household but help im- measurably with the daily duties of family life.
Job-wise, my status is unchanged: I am still Secretary and Treasurer of D. E. Winebrenner Company, a family farming and food-canning business. Since the death of my father in 1948, my three brothers and I have inherited the task of running the business. Fortunately, we get along well and have been able to operate success- fully so far. We have the business departmentalized four ways in order to minimize the possibilities of getting into each other's hair (of which, incidentally, none of us has any surplus). As a third generation canner, I have become involved in association work, and two years ago was forced to accept the presidency of the Pennsylvania Canners Association. Innocuous-sounding at first, the job has ex- panded to include countless headaches and activities which consume entirely too much time. Other interests include a directorship on a bank board, county TB board, county library trustee, Boy Scout committeeman, and Red Cross Fund Chairman.
For exercise, Betsy and I play golf whenever and wherever we can. We both love it, and a winter golf vacation and numerous golfing week-ends are part of our normal routine. Part of each summer is spent in Ocean City, N.J., with our children. Home amusements in- clude reading, canasta, and television in moderation. Some drinking, HO guage model railroading (for the boys), and an increasing pro- pensity to take things easy. Success in the latter, however, is seldom attained, for life seems to get a little busier each year and time seems to pass a little faster.
ROBERT C. WINFIELD; 325 Silverside Avenue, Little Silver, N.J.
Not having sent in the last one of these, will try and get up to date in one shot. . .. As Ethel Mae-my better half since August, 1936-puts it, she is surrounded by males, as follows: John, nine, David, seven, Kenneth, one and a half, and Tops (half Doberman, half German Police), not to mention myself (little gray around the edges). As the ages might indicate, home is now a place where the boys play ball and Daddy wears his arm out pitching to them. ... Business is different! My feet rest on a desk in the New York office of A. G. Becker & Co., Inc., while I try to buy various Municipal Bonds cheap and sell them high (tough thing to do sometimes). We cater to wealthy people, the interest is tax-exempt (advtg. plug). . .
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That about covers it. I play a little golf and do lots of swimming in the summer; bridge, poker, horses, and dice are still vices, but they can be fun. Haven't been able to scare up the time or the energy to get involved in political or other such activities yet, but maybe that will come in the next fifteen years. ... Let's look forward to them.
ARTHUR WINSLOW; "Dolphin Gates," Coggeshell Avenue, New- port, R.I.
For the Ten-Year Record, in keeping with the stated desires of the editors, I tried to preserve the light touch and be at least not too dull about the war years. The editors, however, evidently reversed and altered one small yarn so that it sounded pompous-which was to be avoided, I thought, even at the price of seeming frivolous-so I'm twice shy.
The fifteenth was missed due to ushering for my b-in-l's wedding in Cleveland last 16th of June, but I plan to make the 20th.
Vital Statistics: In 1948, I was married to the former Miss Jean Douglas, daughter of Mrs. Morris Duncan Douglas and the late Mr. Douglas of Cleveland.
I'm interested in private enterprise in general, which has taken many forms including writing, operating as a manufacturers' agent, and interest in an apartment house. Active in the Naval Reserve against the day which we hope not to see.
During 1952, I hope and trust to see a Republican Administration elected and my golf game brought into the low seventies, the former of which you may be relieved to know I consider more likely.
Address as above. The door is always ajar for '36.
WILLIAM B. WISE, 533 Greenhurst Drive, Mt. Lebanon, Pa.
I have fulfilled my ambition of owning my own business here in Pittsburgh-Mechanics Supply, Inc., specializing in distributing and selling all kinds of hand and power tools. See me for a discount, fellas! I can sell it to you "wholesale." The family is the same size, with our oldest of three daughters in college for one year and now my private secretary. Sorry I missed the last reunion. Took my family on vacation. See you on the Twentieth, I hope.
ALLING WOODRUFF; 556 East 87th Street, New York, N.Y.
I have continued in the corporation management consultant field since my release from the Navy in 1945 and am considered something of an authority on several obscure phases of this, especially the valuation for tax purposes of privately-owned family corporations. Am now a senior staff member and part owner of Management Plan-
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ning of Washington, Inc., whose principal office is in Princeton, N.J., where I spit on the campus daily without fail. Believe a large part of the business population, especially lawyers and management con- sultants, make their way mainly by lousing up other peoples' affairs neatly enough to make themselves essential, an art they have de- veloped with a good deal of finesse. Have two sons, aged nine years and nine months, respectively, both heavily under the Yale influence.
FRANCIS J. WOODS; 505 Waid Avenue, Muncie, Ind.
My position is that of district manager for the Indiana Bell Tele- phone Company at Muncie (address: 215 East Jackson Street). A young son, whom we've named John Philip, was added to the family group a week ago. Barbara Ellen is now four and Elizabeth Jane, two.
JOSEPH H. WOODWARD, 2d; 3852 South Cove Drive, Birming- ham, Ala.
I was married on May 11, 1944, and have one child, Mary, age six years. My hobbies are hunting, fishing, golf, and history. I'm a Director of the Woodward Iron Company, Woodward, Ala .; and of the Wheeling Steel Corporation, Wheeling, W. Va.
CHARLES S. WOOLSEY; State of New York, Department of Pub- lic Works, Albany 1, N.Y.
I left the District Attorney's office in the summer of 1947 to be- come Counsel to the New York State Department of Public Works with the main office in Albany. This has involved a good deal of travel in all parts of the State on a wide variety of questions involving the Canal System, public biddings, state highways, and, more recent- ly, the New York State Thruway. However, I anticipate returning to New York City for the practice of law within a reasonably short time.
THEODORE DWIGHT WOOLSEY; 111 West Underwood Street, Chevy Chase 15, Md.
The address above has been ours now since mid-1942, which indicates that this family is definitely settling down. (Just the other day we paid off the mortgage!) The explanation for this relative stability is that my job holds constant interest for me. Unless we have war, I hope to be in this line of work for many years to come, either here in Washington for the Public Health Service or for some other health agency.
Incidentally, if an interviewer should come to your door some time this September and ask whether anyone in your household has trouble with rheumatism or arthritis, treat her kindly for the sake of your classmate. We have contracted with the Census Bureau to
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interview 25,000 households scattered over the United States to learn something about the prevalence of this group of diseases. If your immediate reaction is: "Yeah, and what is this going to cost the taxpayers?" then relax. The total cost is less than $5,000.
We had given up hope that we would ever bring our family up to the ideal three; of course, that was when Tim came along. He was named after his great-great-great-great grandfather Timothy Dwight. He is now two years old, Abilgail is eight, and George is eleven.
Adele and I don't seem to have a great deal of spare time, and, as long as the GOP-Dixiecrat coalition runs things, living expenses will take all our spare income; so most of our evenings are spent at home. Our extra-curricular activities are of the community type: P.T.A. meetings, square dancing, and the like. Like everyone, we worry about impending war, but sometimes I think that if I could just get the damn grass to grow, I could look on life with serenity.
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