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Golf and candid camera photography are my enthusiasms-the latter is dormant pending addition of a dark room to new house. I am secretary and treasurer of the Country Club of York. (When in York call me-I'll treat you to a golf game on a beautiful course.) I'm a member of the Rotary Club of York and of the Reciprocity Club of York. Veteran of four years (1942-46) in Navy Supply Corps, Lieutenant Commander.
CHARLES CANTINE BUNKER; Cove Road, Oyster Bay, N.Y.
Have worked since 1937 in that prominent Dust Bowl area known as Wall Street, where the New Deal, Fair Deal, etc., have been eminently successful in spreading poverty, to the accompaniment of a large-scale relocation of the mink coat population in areas adjacent to the Potomac River. First employed by The Lehman Corporation and now by Morgan Stanley & Co., with the exception of three years spent in the Navy during World War II, principally at the Naval Aviation Supply Office in Philadelphia.
Married Mavis McGuire of New York in 1940 and have three children, Sheffield, Shiela and Mavis. Have lived in Oyster Bay since 1946 and heartily endorse same, despite commuting. Continue to be an incompetent but enthusiastic golfer.
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JOHN W. BUNKER; 388 Browncroft Boulevard, Rochester, N.Y.
At present I am managing the claims department of the Rochester branch of a nationally known insurance company. Transfers come up every two years or so, so that I am more or less a bird of passage. I am happily married-no children; my wife is working at Eastman Kodak, which dominates this city. This is solid Republican country, in which we feel very much at home.
ROBERT BURKE; 33 Claremont Avenue, Holyoke, Mass.
I am an engineer at G.E. in Holyoke. I am married, with three children-Patricia, nine, Robert, Jr., seven, and Nancy, almost four -a leap-year baby, born on February 29; and a collie, Bean, one year old. I won a $2700 award for suggesting a crate design-biggest ever for G.E. Pittsfield Works, of which Holyoke is a satellite. Soft- ball, ice skating, music, carpentering, and family hikes are my pas- times.
WESTCOTT BURLINGAME; Eastman Kodak Co., Rochester, N.Y.
Mustered out of Active Duty with the Navy in October, 1945, I returned to Rochester and the Eastman Kodak Company. My work involved correspondence and editorial duties until the spring of 1947, when it shifted to the field of audio-visual education. This kept me busy until last February, when I was transferred to my present job in the Government Sales Division of the Company.
Our son, Westcott III, was born on May 23, 1946. We already had one daughter, Leslie Jean, born April 30, 1942.
At present I am an Elder in the Third Presbyterian Church of Rochester, and a member of several organizations in the audio-visual field.
Favorite extra-curricular activities are: barbershop harmony, gardening, home projects.
ROBERT C. BURNHAM; 4721 11th Street No., Arlington 5, Va.
I am practising psychistry and psychoanalysis; was Director of the Arlington County Guidance Center, 1948-51, and am now an in- structor in the Washington-Baltimore Psychoanolytic Institute. I am active in public school affairs and the mental hygiene society locally, in addition to scientific societies. Three boys present an ever- present hobby. Our second son, Roger Morris, was born on October 10, 1947, and our third, Timothy Donald Eugene, on May 15, 1951. My wife Donna and I are taking up golf for the middle years.
WILLIAM R. BURT; 6 Oriole Avenue, Bronxville, N.Y.
To begin with, your classmate served in the Air Force in Wash-
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ington, London, Paris, Berlin and other interesting points and worked his way up from the honorable status of ROTC second lieutenant of Field Artillery to "chicken" colonel in the Air Force. The work was tough staff work, but did include some rewards, such as Legion of Merit, Bronze Star, and lots of travelling.
After the war I spent 1946-47 at Columbia Law School and then joined General (Wild Bill) Donovan's law firm. Took leave of absence to go with Tom Finletter as his special assistant and counsel with the Economic Cooperation Administration in London in 1948. Spent 1949 getting re-established in the practice of law and became a partner in the firm of Ferguson, Idler & Hayes, 44 Wall Street, in May, 1950.
Jean, the wife; Cynthia, the daughter; and William R., Jr., the son, all seem to be enjoying the process of growing older together with Daddy. Their new home in Bronxville has an adequate play- room and bar, and visitors are welcome, particularly members of the Class of '36.
J. FREDERIC BYERS, JR .; A. M. Byers Co., Pittsburgh, Pa.
My principal occupation is still with the A. M. Byers Co., which I currently serve as Assistant to the President and Director. I am also a Director of the Fidelity Trust Co. in Pittsburgh.
My wife Alison and I still live in Sewickley, Pa., and will celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary on January 7, 1952. We were blessed on June 10, 1951, with the arrival of our fifth child, Alison Jr., which gives us the full count-three and two (boys and girls respectively). We are very happy.
Golf continues my main hobby, but I do better serving the game than playing it (except with Lou Walker as a partner or George O'Neil as an opponent). I retire this year as President of the Pennsyl- vania Golf Association and continue on the Executive Committee of the United States Golf Association. Trap shooting and upland game bird shooting account for what spare hours there are during the bal- ance of the year.
Am active in any way I can be in promoting the interests of Yale University and St. Paul's School (Concord, N.H.) around Pittsburgh. Recently chairmanned a fine Yale Glee Club concert which benefitted the Yale Scholarship Trust of Pittsburgh handsomely, and am cur- rent President of the St. Paul's School Alumni Association of Pitts- burgh. Am also active on boards of local hospital and too many clubs.
Not long ago the U.S. Navy gave me a deserved and well received slap on the wrist by placing me on their inactive status list.
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Hated having to miss for the first time the annual jaunt to New Haven last fall and the attendant friendship renewals.
Am still a Republican and think 1952 may be our last chance to stop the dangerous trend towards socialism.
HENRY K. CAHN; 1066 Whitney Avenue, Hamden, Conn.
In 1946, I was released with the rank of Captain from active duty in the United States Army after four years of service, two of which were spent in the India Burma Theatre. Then I went to work at Abraham & Straus, Brooklyn, N.Y., in the merchandising division, winding up as a buyer in the ready-to-wear division.
Smith College, Class of 1947, in the person of Joyce E. Cooley finally said yes, and we have been married just about two years. A daughter, Ellen Harriet, arrived last December.
A year ago, we left New York City, where we had been living, to become country folk once more, as I am now associated with Cooley Chevrolet Co. in Yale's hometown.
CRAWFORD JENNINGS CAMPBELL; Loudon Heights, Loudon- ville, N.Y.
Following the completion of my residency training in orthopedic surgery at the University of Chicago in 1946, I have been on the teaching staff of the Albany Medical College and Hospital, and the Consultant at the Albany Veterans' Hospital. By acquiring two associates, life has been made more enjoyable in allowing the first vacations since starting in surgery, and in getting time for research, reading, and enjoying the arts.
My wife and I are strongly connected with the Planned Parent- hood Movement, and with charitable interests involving the arts in the Albany area. Our three children attend private schools only be- cause of deplorable school conditions insofar as the public schools are concerned. However, we are supporting every effort to improve the situation.
Summers are spent on Squam Lake, New Hampshire, in as primitive conditions as the family will tolerate; and other than a very busy life in Albany, we may escape briefly from the routines of life to Canada, Bermuda, or Mexico.
HUGH M. CAMPBELL; 256 Woodstock Avenue, Kenilworth, Ill.
Nothing particularly noteworthy has happened to my family or me since the last book was published. Still employed by the same accounting firm, but was recently transferred from the New York to the Chicago office. Our family spent six months in England last
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spring and summer, where I was ostensibly on business, and we man- aged a short trip on the continent. We spend the best part of our vacations in Canada and playing a peculiarly inept brand of golf. I was very sorry to miss the fifteenth reunion, but we were engaged in trying to find a place to live near Chicago, which turned out to be quite a job. Look forward to the twentieth.
WILLIAM P. CAMPBELL; Ap't 208, 2022 Columbia Road, N.W., Washington 9, D.C.
As an illustration of the democratic spirit instilled in me as an undergraduate, I became a G.I. Harvard student in October, 1945, studying fine arts, a new interest gained during the war. In the sum- mers of 1946 and 1947, valuable training in this field was provided at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. During the fall of the following year a trip to Spain and Italy was necessitated in order to gather material for my doctoral thesis. Unfortunately that opus was not quite completed in September, 1949, when I went to work for the Worcester (Mass.) Art Museum; and its final tying-together re- mains until today to plague my evenings. In June, 1951, I took my present position at the National Gallery of Art, working in a re- search capacity in the curatorial division.
The big event since last writing in these pages was my marriage to Priscilla Lee, a graduate of Vassar and the New York School of Social Work. Charlie Audette was an usher at that important event which, even today, after one whole year, I still consider the happiest move of my life.
So equally bad were the candidates last election that, for the first time, I was unable to decide how to vote. And in 1952, may I be spared the predicament of having to choose between Truman and Taft!
GARDINER CARPENTER;
Coming back to the Department (as you must know, members of the Department of State never specify what Department it is that they're speaking of, a sort of inverse snobbery of a piece with wear- ing a "Y" inside out and on your back!) in the summer of 1946 from Berlin, where I'd been serving on Ambassador Robert D. Murphy's staff, I found myself scheduled, following consultation, for another German assignment. This was an appalling thought, as I'd by then had a sufficiency of the cigarette economy, and so I cast about for means whereby I could go to the reaches of the earth farthest removed from the Deutsches Reich. I found that the Department was looking for China Language and Area specialists, promising them, in return for two years of hard study, all sorts of promotion short-cuts, Peking
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temples with moon gates and (in the cases of the unmarried) "long- haired dictionaries," etc., etc. I signed up, took my first six months work at-guess where !- what F. Scott Fitzgerald used to refer to as "the iron foundry down at New Haven" and in a trice found myself in Peking, facing imminent promotion, a moon gate looking to the east (in addition to a Western facility which even Lin Yu-tang might well have applauded, a blue-tiled swimming pool three steps from my door that had been constructed by the father of '36er Peter Belin) and-well, no matter what else. You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
In any event, I had just about completed mastery of my "wo hau's" and "noi hen hau's" when Lin Piao and his boys swept down upon the Imperial City, taking it on January 22, 1949. We stuck it a bit more than a year, having to travel about the city on foot (our automobiles, that is to say, those belonging to the Consulate General, were un- registerable by the Peking Military Control Commission, inasmuch as they were the property of "a government which doesn't recognize the People's Republic of China and hence doesn't exist"!), be searched by slab-faced Mongol guards posted at the Consulate General each time we so much as wanted to enter the place to work, etc. Finally, as you may recall, we were rather firmly ejected from Consulate property by the minions of the CPG (Chinese People's Government to you), all official Americans leaving the Land of the Plum Blossom by April, 1950.
Following these somewhat harrowing experiences [for after all, there I found myself, no longer as young as, say, Shelly Winters, with not a swimming pool or moon gate to my name, my face ("lien") have been irreparably destroyed ("tai po huaide")], I thought that the least the Department could do was to pack me off to Oslo or Brussels or Rio or some such "land," as James Stephens used to put it, "of apple blossom and honey." But no, oh no, I was instead sent to, a place of which I somehow doubt whether some of our fellow '36ers, withal their eruditional wealth, have so much as heard: Vietnam (and by analogy, Cambodia and Laos). So here I am, Sec- ond Secretary at the American Legation at Saigon (my second "hat" being Chinese Language Officer), serving on what is euphemistically described as "the periphery" (of hell, I think it should be animad- verted), sneaking about by the light of the moon interviewing in my quavering Mandarin recent escapees from the Celestial Quarter, try- ing to persuade Chinese Nationalist troops who were interned in this country after fleeing from the avenging Communist hordes in late 1949 to refrain from revolting against their Senegalese guards and going over the hill back to hearth and home, running off movies and other species of "informational material" for the benefit of my celestial constituents in order to exhibit to them something of the
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glories of the bathtub civilization (a month ago I wound up a film the title of which I hadn't bothered to ken, only to find myself view- ing a moment later the last, sad quarter of the 1951 Yale-Navy game; I hurriedly switched to skiing in the Appalachians!), etc.
Perhaps by the time our Twenty Year Volume emerges, I shall be an Ambassador-or hard at work on the rock pile with others of the China "lao shou" fraternity, such as Jack Service and Jack Vincent. No career for a "landyfinger pusher with the milk of Groton still wet upon his lips" this!
P. S. While in Hong Kong the other day I saw Chris Rand, whose brothers Jake and Bill were, of course, Yale 1936 (Chris was in 1934). Chris presented the damndest spectacle you have ever witnessed: he's a confirmed Buddhist, you know, and goes about in a Brooks Bros. button-down shirt with regimental tie, wears trousers the (Freshman Year) regulation three inches too short, but meanwhile permits no leather to touch his person, neither leather shoes, belt, pocketbook nor whatnot. He's living at a Buddhist temple some miles away from the center of town and rises from his frugal pallet once or twice a week to converse in Groton-cum-Yale accents with old "peng you's" at the Gloucester Grill or elsewhere. Don't ever say that the Wearers of the Blue are type-conformers; they're not, and yet usually they fetch up short of the eccentric. Don't ask me how they do it.
(While this book was on the presses, news came that Carpenter died in Paris on March 7, 1952.)
FREDERIC CAREY CARROLL; 46 Woodland Park, Hartford, Conn.
By waiting for John Hersey's final, final notice, I have added six months to the period to be covered by this report. To be perfectly honest, I waited beyond the last notice on our two previous volumes and therefore will try this time to cover briefly my activities since graduation.
My only business connection during these years has been with the National Fire Insurance Company of Hartford. After a year's train- ing in the home office, I travelled in Pennsylvania for several years as a field man, first from Philadelphia and later from Pittsburgh. Then my almost-forgotten ROTC commission caught up with me, and the next four years were spent in the Army. Being classified as limited service for being some forty pounds underweight for my six foot three inch frame, all my service was in this country. During most of the first two years I was a training officer at Southern universities, and the balance of the time I was assigned to various Prisoner of War
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Camps, ending up as Executive Officer of a large camp in a remote section of Arkansas.
While fighting a strictly de luxe war at the beautiful campus of Louisiana State University, I met a photogenic senior co-ed named Dorothy Leas Landry. We were married a few days after her gradua- tion in June, 1943. Since then we have lived in various parts of the country, and our only child to date, Joseph Edward, was born in Baton Rouge, La., in December, 1947. He is now a fine, husky boy who suffered with us through games at the Bowl this past fall.
After the war I spent a few years in charge of the National Fire's field offices in Pittsburgh and Charleston, W.Va., and since June of 1950 I have been back in my home town of Hartford as an Assistant Secretary of the company. My present work involves some travelling through the Middle Atlantic States and to me is intensely interesting. We are presently living fairly quiet lives in a very comfortable apart- ment, spending our week-ends looking at houses with fantastic price labels. While I was unable to make our Fifteenth Reunion because of some business commitments, we do get to New Haven frequently and I have admittedly seen more of the Art Gallery in the past year than I ever did as an undergraduate. After lengthy explanations to my wife about the good old days, I have even learned how to handle a cafeteria tray through the Saybrook dining room.
ROBERT R. CARTER; 3027 Xenophon Street, San Diego 6, Calif. Just home from South America. No time for report. Sorry.
FRANK M. CASTIGLIONE; 525 Ridge Road, Hamden, Conn.
I am now completing the third year of a three-year full-time course in dermatology at the New York Polyclinic Hospital. I have given up general practice and am doing dermatology practice at 245 Ed- wards St., New Haven. My children are Joseph, four and a half, and Carolyn, three and a half. I have been a widower since the untimely death of my beloved wife, Joan, on July 20, 1951.
JAMES CHRISTIAN CASTLE; Kaneohe Ranch Company, Ltd., Kaneohe, Oahu, T. H.
Our first child, James Christian Castle, Jr., was born on June 27, 1948, in Honolulu. I am Vice-President and Manager of the Kaneohe Ranch Company, Ltd., which is the same position I had prior to the War, and am on the Board of Directors of the Honolulu Community Chest.
FRANK C. CATE, JR .; 201 West Street, Reading, Mass.
Daughter-Linda Ann, now seven. Yes, only one. Wife-Rosiland. Same. Career: First National Bank of Boston-Methods Analyst.
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Biggest time consumer-Renovating the homestead, 162 years old. Next-O.R.C. Major, Transportation Corps.
JOHN MARTIN CATES, JR .; 1658 29th St., N.W., Washington, D.C.
Like Elliott Dunlop Smith said, there's no sense in worrying too much about planning that future career, for who knows what the morrow will bring. Not that I had definitely planned in 1936 to attend some 15th reunion but that this would be written in Paris almost during said reunion while waiting to take a train to Geneva was certainly no part of my calculations; and though that Greatest Class's Greatest Fifteenth was no part of my thinking then, it has been of late. And where was I? Ears covered with "international con- ference" earphones trying to guess whether the translation was any good, original of same being delivered in French. In short, since the last personal exposé of this type some five years ago, life has been a merry montage of changing jobs, buying a house, lots of travel, a pleasant social ambiance, a good many songs, and a good deal of work, with my chief exercise being unzipping a briefcase at night.
The last installment left me bending over a hot IN box assisting (sic) one of the Commissioners of the U.S. Maritime Commission tie up the threads of surplus ship disposal and other aftermath-of-war odds and ends. A change to the State Department may seem to have been an out of the frying pan into the fire deal, but so far I am resisting all insinuations and am prepared to take on all comers, all weights, for the honor of what is generally referred to by its inmates as THE Department. Originally this State Department move resulted from my war shipping experience and my first couple of years were spent with international transport (sea, air, highway) and com- munications (radio, postal) organizations of which the U.S. is a member. Later my work shifted towards broader United Nations economic and social fields, some law and most recently towards a field succinctly described in the manual as "cultural and human rights affairs." As may be imagined, this covers a good many ac- tivities "noble in motive and far reaching in purpose" and which, though sounding a bit weird to the uninitiated onlooker, are con- tributing greatly to what we hope will be a better organized and more peaceable world. The rights of man, the spread of basic educa- tion, freedom of the press-these and others are well worth the candle. The alphabetic cadre is a bit confusing, with some not sure whether Unesco is an educational organization or a new breakfast drink; and ICAO, an organization of aviators or an alcoholic remonstrance. Anyhow, trying to make these organizations better has taken me abroad five times and landed me in about twenty international meet-
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ings of one kind or another. It has also given me a wide acquaintance among many peoples, a measure of patience, a great deal of hope and a firm belief that we can avoid a shooting war, although we must be prepared to gird our loins for a long "war of nerves" and to accept the probability that a hundred years from now our life span of depression and war will be just "that mid-20th century period of flux." So relax and enjoy it.
Fortunate in latching on to a quartette here and there, most especially the Lower Potomac River Valley Ballad Singers, with Ed Clapp and various '36 songbirds such as Holmes, Mills, Pinkham, Byers, et al., I have continued to see a good many classmates under ideal conditions. This has been my favorite in and outdoor sport and the excuse for visits to New Haven and way spots. Songs, some dances, my wife and son, painting the house take up my spare time when home. Speaking trips in the U.S. and conference trips eat up a large percentage of the time not devoured by job and office, and per- mit me to cover a good part of the western world. It's been a full life and a varied one, with more than enough uncertainty to bar boredom. My chief hope now is that as a country we keep our sense of humor and balance and exhibit the self-confidence we should have by virtue of our position. With all this go responsibilities world wide in nature which we should be able to take in our stride if we apply the lessons learned at Yale. Though this sounds pompous, I am drawn to conclude there is much truth in it and that we must be able to depend on the Yale output to comprehend a situation objectively and then work out some practical answers. Now wait for the next five years!
WILLARD CATES; Country Gardens, Rye, N.Y.
Have five years really come and gone since the last treatise? Presumably a lot of stuff has flown under the thing since then, but advancing age has telescoped those years into a brief flurry.
The housing situation was amended by a move from Greenwich to Rye, N.Y., a '36 hotbed which includes Pinkham, Rossbach, Keyes, and Roscoe.
Advanced education in the insurance field is indicated by receipt of the designation of Chartered Property Casualty Underwriter, which came after somehow managing to pass five examinations with the help of the G.I. bill. This entitles you to wear a key on your gold watch and chain, hang a genuine sheepskin on the wall and sign up big accounts. Actually, as far as this latter activity goes, the practice of being related to the board of directors is generally found to be more immediately rewarding.
Still toiling at 63 Wall Street for Johnson and Higgins, highgrade
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insurance mongers and adjusters of average, the latter being a marine term widely understood by at least four or five people.
Tennis and swimming still occupy the summer weekends, although the pounding of the pump after two sets may mean that the time has come to switch to golf.
My political activities have so far been limited to voting for losing candidates. However, after surveying the entrails of two geese and a big fat hen, I'm prepared to predict that Truman will run and lose. Any bets?
ALVIN E. CAVANAGH; Grumman Hill, Wilton, Conn.
My occupation is writing. I'm still unmarried. My principal hobby is shooting. I belong to a pistol club but am also interested in rifle shooting, principally of the varmint kind, which means woodchucks and crows. However, some day I hope to venture into the wilderness deep enough that the sound of my 30-06 rifle cannot be heard from human habitation.
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