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With the world situation what it is, it is obvious that we may some day need to defend our homes, as did our ancestors of yore, with our rifles. And now as then skill with the rifle can only come with assiduous effort. Therefore the need of training young men with the rifle before they reach military age. I would like to appeal to my classmates to join in this effort both by influence and personal leader- ship. May I pass on to all the slogan of the National Rifle Associa- tion: America again a Nation of Riflemen.
CARROLL CAVANAGH; Swale Road, Sasqua Hills, East Norwalk, Conn.
I am on active duty with the Navy, as a Lieutenant Commander, in command of U.S.S. Pigeon (AM 374), a minesweeper. My wife, nee Mona Schmid, and I have three children: Carroll, nine, Monica, six, and Deirdre (Toot), four. Hobby: becoming a civilian.
GUY WINTHROP CHAMBERLIN; 702 Greenwood Road, West- over Hills, Wilmington, Del.
From Yale, it was to be a job with a large steel mill in Birming- ham, not far from my home in Montevallo, Ala. However, an off chance letter to the Du Pont Company in Wilmington resulted in an industrial engineer's position. The job began at the Du Pont Plastics Plant at Arlington, N.J., and kept me there until September, 1942, doing industrial engineering work, but gradually developed into more and more sales service work on "Lucite" and celluloid type plastics.
During those six years, as a bachelor residing in northern New
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Jersey, life was carefree and interesting. There were trips to ski resorts, New York City, the Long Island or New Jersey shore. There were Yale alumni meetings in Montclair and it was always easy to find a classmate to take a trip to Derby Day or to a football game at New Haven.
In March, 1942, the Army beckoned, since my commission as 2nd Lieutenant from Yale R.O.T.C. still held. However, a freshly broken leg from a skiing accident brought about an honorable discharge from the Engineer Reserves on the grounds of physical disqualifica- tion. By September, 1942, the leg had healed and my application as 1st Lieutenant in the Chemical Corps was accepted. At least the broken bone can be credited with a jump in rank.
As Inspection Officer for the New York Procurement District, my army duties kept me hopping from Buffalo to Baltimore, and points in between, to visit various plants making 4.2 mortars, flame throw- ers, gas masks, and incendiary bombs. This routine was punctuated with occasional training at Edgewood Arsenal, Md., and one year as resident inspector at a napalm bomb loading plant on Staten Island.
On August 18, 1945, while still in the Army, I married Betty Peet, Cornell 1941. Betty's home was in Montclair, N.J., and she had been working for the Herald Tribune in New York City. We settled in an apartment in Greenwich Village only to be ordered to Ogden, Utah, three weeks later.
Separation from the Army came in January, 1946, with the rank of Major. By March, Du Pont had me in harness again as their plastics sales representative in the state of New Jersey, with home in Montclair. Then came sales territories in New York State and Con- necticut, with much traveling and a change of residence to Stamford, Conn.
Connecticut was a wonderful place to live, with easy access to city, country, Long Island Sound and the Yale Bowl. Of all the places visited and lived at, Fairfield County, Conn., was the happiest combination of everything. We really were sorry to have to move. However, move we did, in July, 1950, to Du Pont's headquarters in Wilmington, Del., and to a job with plastics sales management.
Wilmington has turned out to be quite pleasant. We hope we will stay put for a while. At any rate, we have built a ranch type house in an oak grove, joined the country club, and are pretending to be settled. No children yet.
PALMER S. CHAMBERS, JR .; Bessemer Building, Pittsburgh 22. Pa.
I have done nothing since the last publication to add luster to the class of 1936. However, I added considerable luster to myself by
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marrying Britta Maria Elisabet Ericson (Bryn Mawr '45), an excel- lent wife who has presented me with two beautiful daughters, Penlope, who is two and a half, and Emily, who is one and a quarter.
I have been rapidly pushed away from the Democratic party by the activities of the present administration, but the Republicans are giv- ing me little encouragement to join them. However, if they can nominate Eisenhower next year I will certainly vote for him.
GEORGE M. CHANDLEE, JR .; Gilman School, Baltimore 10, Md.
The Army having called off the battle of Miami Beach and I having become once more a civilian, I returned in 1946 to Baltimore as a teacher of mathematics at Gilman School, where I have also been, since 1947, an assistant coach of football and coach of lacrosse. With lacrosse has come my greatest satisfaction, as Gilman has lost only two games in the past five years and won the Maryland Scholas- tic Association championship four consecutive years. The only sad note of this story is that the majority of the graduates of these teams are at Princeton, due to circumstances beyond my control. Summers have been spent helping to run Hyde Bay Camp for Boys at Coopers- town, N.Y. (adv.), where several sons of members of the class of 1936 have turned up.
CHARLES F. CHANDLER; Sterling Junction, Mass.
The last five years have been momentous ones for me, for they have marked the completion of my formal education and surgical training and the transition from a parasitic form of existence to self- supporting status at last. In December, 1948, I completed the Surgical Residency at the New York Hospital and moved to the country together with my good wife and our three children: Lucy, now aged eight; Mary, aged six; and Charles F., Jr., aged three. We built a house with the aid of the G.I. Loan and settled down to the practice of surgery in a small community. This has been an ideal way for us to live. The practice has gone well from the very first and has been rewarding not only financially but in personal relationships with our patients, who for the most part, come to be our friends and not merely case histories.
In February, 1950, I was certified by the American Board of Surgery, and at this writing (July, 1951) have just been taken into the American College of Surgeons as a Fellow. So much for the kudos department.
We are currently anticipating a fourth addition to the family in November, 1951, and hope to balance out the score at two-all, al- though my medical colleagues inform me that this is probably wishful thinking. Our recreations in the country are of the simpler variety and consist mostly of gardening, improvements about the house, etc.
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We do manage to squeeze in a week or two of skiing in the winter and a vacation in the summer in Maine. Otherwise, we are very rural and bucolic in our activities. Politically, we are Republicans, but I for one wish that any party might come up with a half-decent presidential candidate for 1952, in which case, he will have my vote.
MINOTTE McINTOSH CHATFIELD; 15-A East Laurel Street, Bethlehem, Pa.
Talking about oneself is the easiest thing to do in conversation and the hardest thing in writing. After much head-scratching and eraser-chewing, I am ready to present this sketch of my activities since the war.
My wife, my daughter, and I lived with Father ('08S) in New Haven for the year 1946-47, while I studied in the Department of Education at Yale and taught veterans at Hopkins Grammar School. The autumn of 1947 brought a full-time teaching job at Chapman Technical High School, New London, and a move to nearby Groton, our chief residence ever since. A year at Chapman Tech and a half year at a grammar school in Groton were enough to convince me that the post-war teenager was a creature new and strange. Consequently, I retired to the relative security of a job with the Connecticut De- partment of Labor, first as claims examiner in Unemployment Com- pensation, later as interviewer in the Employment Service. Since September, 1950, however, I have been engaged in a monumental effort to get back into teaching, by working for an M.A. in English at the Lehigh University Graduate School. Now in my third term (Fall, 1951), I am splitting my efforts between my own studies and the teaching of two sections of Freshman English.
I am happy to report that my wife, who was ill and in hospital for over two years, has been home since last December and is continually gaining in health and strength. Our daughter, five, is with us and attends first grade in a nearby grammar school.
ROBERT W. CHEESEWRIGHT; 1740 Lombardy Road, Pasadena 5, Calif.
I'm a farmer in the Imperial Valley; I'm married and have three children; and my hobby is skiing-I'm President of "Southern Skis."
TIMOTHY CHENEY; Julius Hart School of Music, Hartford, Conn.
I am teaching at the Julius Hart School of Music and living in West Hartford. I have composed quite a bit and had a cello piece performed this spring. We have four children, three girls and a boy, and in spare time I mow the lawn, play the piano, and compose and read a lot.
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HUGH J. CHISHOLM, JR .; 140 East 62d Street, New York, N.Y.
I am Special Editor for the Bollingen Series. I have one son, who is eleven years old. A volume of my poetry was published in 1951 by Farrar, Strauss & Young, entitled Atlantic City Cantata.
MELVILLE CHURCH, 2D; North Cliff, Rixeyville, Va.
Still doing business at North Cliff-more horses-some success-a very satisfactory form of endeavor. Becoming a family effort, with wife Emily North always a partner. Now son Melville, 3d, thirteen and daughter Margaret, seven, becoming interested and helpful- hope to race a few of our own soon.
EDWIN JONES CLAPP, JR .; 3 Bay Tree Lane, Washington 16, D.C.
Contrary to Lloyd Cutler's advice (see 1936 Ten-Year Record), I continue in the Federal Service. Got out of Reconstruction Finance Corporation just before the mink coat hit the fans, transferring to the Federal Civil Defense Administration. Also at FCDA are Jerry Wadsworth, Reverdy's brother, and Ted Babbitt, who used to be our Assistant Dean of Freshmen.
At this writing, civil defense is in the doldrums. Congress and the rest of the country are exhibiting the same symptoms of shock that John Hersey described so vividly as afflicting even those at Hiro- shima who were uninjured. The horror of an atomic attack seems too appalling to permit sustained contemplation of what it could mean to our society or us as individuals. While we engage in the greatest armaments race in history, we refuse to face up to the facts that the Russians have the bomb and that even the largest air force we could build could not intercept more than 30% of their bombers. The calculated risk is whether all this adds up to war. What do you think the chances are?
They say the casualties at Hiroshima and Nagasaki could have been reduced 50% if there had been any warning of attack and the people had known what to do. We can count on warning; and it is up to each of us to know where to go for shelter when the sirens sound, how to put out our own fires and give first aid to our families and neighbors, and how to care for refugees who may otherwise be- come an undisciplined, pillaging horde. Your civil defense is you and your neighbors knowing the answers and being ready if the time comes. Your civil defense is cheaply bought with the little time and effort it will require. It's the most reasonable-in fact the only- survival insurance you can get.
Otherwise, we have two more sons, John two and Nelson one. Fail- ing to find conventional lodgings to accommodate this type family,
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Jeanne and I went overboard and built a contemporary house. Out- side, it is half redwood and half glass; inside, 85% Y.M.C.A. gym- nasium and 15% padded cell. Visiting firemen of not more than 15% are invited; all others are welcome, but at their own peril.
DAVID SANDERS CLARK; 5543 Wessling Lane, Bethesda 14, Md.
Since returning to inactive duty in June, 1946, I have been a research analyst in Washington, first with the Navy, then with the Department of Defense (after Mr. Louis Johnson forced "unifica- tion" upon our naval organization), and now with Headquarters of the U.S. Air Force. Though this is not the sort of occupation which is likely to lead to fame and fortune, there is a deep satisfaction in the knowledge that my work is helping to strengthen the defenses of the United States in these highly dangerous times.
We have three children: David, nine, Jonathan, six, and Mary (who is always called "Molly"), going on two. Except for the climate, Washington seems an ideal place to raise a family-so clean as com- pared to sooty Detroit and Cleveland, where Mrs. Clark and I were brought up-and providing so much of interest (public events, museums, live theatre, the Library of Congress, and, of course, the Zoo). Even the heat and humidity are surmountable, thanks to our weekend place in the Blue Ridge right on the edge of Shenandoah National Park, where we can splash in a mountain stream and sleep under blankets less than a hundred miles from the sweltering city.
WILLIAM H. CLARK; Hawthorne Road, Essex Fells, N.J.
One important development in the past five years has been a change in address. Several years ago we found a most attractive house with real, live woods in back of it in the charming suburban hamlet of Essex Fells, N.J., which is about four miles west of Mont- clair, and if that doesn't help you, is sixteen miles due west, as the crow flies, from Times Square. This necessitates something known as commuting, which absorbs an hour and ten minutes each way, five days a week, but since no subways are involved, I have found it not at all burdensome, and the pleasures of living in the country have been a delight to the whole family. Having been brought up and lived until this move in the hamlet of Manhattan, a few adjustments were necessary, such as learning something about house maintenance, gardening, etc. Progress is somewhat slow in these departments, but oddly enough I enjoy them.
Dudley Holbrook Clark joined the group on May 17, 1947. We also have a daughter, Cheryl, who is now six, and they have both been the least possible bother and the most possible fun. My wife, Rosemary, is continuing her decorating business which she used to
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carry on in New York under the name of Rosemary Dudley, Inc., and operates as Rosemary Dudley Clark from an office in our home. She fortunately has been busy, but has considerably less pressure and overhead than in the city. I am extremely proud of her, and some of you may have seen an article on her in the Saturday Evening Post, March 31, 1951, edition. Currently she has been selected by a board of editors, etc., as "one of America's Foremost Decorators," to exhibit a room at the National Home Furnishing Show which opens shortly in New York.
I am still with Price Waterhouse & Co., 56 Pine Street, New York, where, as Personnel Manager, my duties are somewhat taxing, but most absorbing. It is a splendid group of men, and I like it tremend- ously.
I have taken no active part in politics, but have participated some- what in the affairs of the local church, at least to the extent of stepping up my attendance several thousand per cent over that customary a few years ago, and have also contributed my energies in a very minor way to such things as the Community Chest. I find, however, that the pressure of work, often including several nights a week at the office, together with time absorbed by commuting, leaves all too little for organized community or political activities.
I much enjoyed the fifteenth reunion, and I am sure that many of you who were not there would have, too. Certainly I hope that our representation on the twentieth will be better, and that there will be more of you all there. Meanwhile, all concerned with this book deserve many thanks for their work in making possible this means of catching up on ourselves.
All in all, the last five years have been extremely happy ones which I presume we all appreciate more because we looked forward to them so much during the war years, and I feel very lucky that thus far things have worked out so pleasantly for me and my family.
WILLIAM J. CLARKE; 1320 Mill Plain Road, Fairfield, Conn.
Our family consists of four people from as many different states. The writer was born in New York in 1914. Robert joined us in Vir- ginia in 1943. Jane held off until shortly after we moved to Con- necticut in 1947. My lovely wife began her career in Massachusetts. We often wonder if this divergence of birthplaces is not a common occurrence among contemporary families.
In our case the condition reflects my travels in the business world since 1936. The period from graduation until February, 1941, was spent with the Dennison Manufacturing Company in Framingham, Massachusetts. Those years were brightened by the presence of Ralph Ellis, who shared a bachelor apartment with me and two other young
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sprouts. Arch Trull was a frequent visitor, and Herb Cook, '37, helped keep the Yale banner afloat in Harvardland.
Soon after marriages and transfers combined to break up our apartment life, I met the secretary to one of Harvard's deans-one of those Smith College girls who had never been to Yale because Amherst seemed so close! We changed that sad situation quickly and on Independence Day, 1941, she married me. By that time my job had changed and we set ourselves up in an apartment in Hudson Falls, New York, where my new employer, Union Bag & Paper Company, had a large mill and bag plant.
At that time there was much favorable publicity in the national press about a revolutionary method of making plywood in molded shapes of all descriptions. When an opportunity arose to move to Bristol, Tennessee-Virginia, to join a new company that had been established to produce wooden aircraft by this process, we decided to take the chance. Through the next five hectic years we went through the turmoil of helping to steer a sane course through a period which saw the company in and out of three major wooden aircraft programs, the production of balsa life-rafts, paper and plastic rocket launchers, self-sealing fuel cells for B-24 and B-29 bombers, belt-type life pre- servers for invasion troops, the machining on wood-working ma- chinery of several million small parts for the Oak Ridge atomic plant, and the post-war production of radio cabinets for a number of the large radio manufacturers We enjoyed living in that part of the south with its strange mixture of Dogpatch, industrial, mercantile, and farming cultures, the whole set in the midst of a lovely mountain section. In a sense, we hated to leave to come back to New England, but there were many reasons for doing so, and we moved to Fairfield in the fall of 1947, bought a house, and hoped that we had settled down for a long time.
From Production Superintendent of a radio cabinet plant, I jumped to a job in the precious metals business. As Production Manager for Handy & Harmon, my job includes operation of a precious metals refinery, the maintenance of rolling mill equipment and all of the plant grounds and buildings as well as some engineering and person- nel functions. It isn't Chemical Engineering, but it is a lot of fun.
Most of our extra-curricular activities are at the moment centered about children, home, church, the pursuit of fish, swimming in the Sound summers, the elimination of crab grass, dandelions and plantain from the lawn and the growing of corn, cabbage, cucumbers and tomatoes in the garden. Mid has been active in her Smith Club and the P.T.A. I am a Boy Scouter, a member of the committee which runs the business end of our church, a minor raiser of money for the Red Cross, a weekly bowler, and a strict anti-teetotalarian.
We don't read as many books as we should, but we're still trying.
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To anyone who has read this far, we extend a cordial invitation to stop in at any time for a chat or a beer or a night. You can easily tell our house; it's the one on Mill Plain Road which has no television antenna-yet.
GEORGE S. CLEMENS; 45 E. Cedar Street, Chicago, Ill.
I am president of the National Dryer Corp., in Chicago, Ill. I'm married and have a daughter, Kit Carson Clemens, ten, and a son, David Hays Clemens, eight. I sing the lead on "Sunny sides" quartet, thanks to Barty. I am thoroughly convinced that Yale needs an edu- cational shake-up, à la Hutchins' contention that students should be taught to think!
STEPHEN MERRELL CLEMENT; 49 Cleveland Avenue, Buffalo 2, N.Y.
After getting out of the Army in December, 1945, we settled on Cambridge (Mass.) as a place to live while I continued my training in Neurology and Psychiatry at the Boston City and Massachusetts General Hospitals. On August 3, 1946, our first daughter and second child was born-Barbara Pierce, Jr., in Boston. In February, 1948, we moved here to Buffalo, where I entered into practice in Psychiatry with an older doctor and also worked part-time at the Mental Hy- giene Clinic of the local Veterans' Administration. On May 9, 1949, our third child, Margaret Hale, was born, thus completing the T. O.
In August of that year I went into practice for myself in Psychiatry and have found much satisfaction in so doing. Part of the time is also spent as the psychiatrist at the Information and Rehabilitation Cen- ter for Alcoholism of the University of Buffalo Chronic Disease Research Institute. This is New York State's pilot clinic for in- vestigation of alcoholism, and many "characters" come, but thus far no classmates have been spotted.
Other part-time medical activities include working at the V.A. Mental Hygiene Clinic, the Psychiatric Clinic of the Buffalo General Hospital, conducting a class for engaged couples at the Planned Parenthood Center of Buffalo, teaching medical students, and- recently being on TV to discuss alcoholism. Non-medical moments are very full with my family, but odds and ends of other activities are varied-being a deacon at Westminster Church, president of the Alumni Association and exofficio trustee of the Park School of Buffalo, a chronic Red Cross blood donor, etc. Concerts, plays, swimming, golf, skiing and an occasional movie act as "entertainment," but they cannot compare with that provided early and late by our three children.
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WYMBERLEY COERR; 2315 Valley Drive, Alexandria, Va.
Instead of entering the book business in Mexico as we had planned, a last-minute decision in early 1947 brought us back into the Foreign Service. Our first new assignment was to Suva, Fiji, a delightful, inter- esting and hospitable part of the world. Here the children learned to swim in the fine Suva "Sea Baths," and our oldest wrestled with arithmetic involving shillings and pence. On occasion I was able to cover part of the archipelago by foot and by boat. Closing the Ameri- can Consulate at Suva in December, 1949, for reasons of American governmental economy, our next post was Batavia, where we stayed long enough to see it become Djakarta and to witness the launching of the new Indonesian nation. We now have an assignment to the Department of State in Washington, and a home in Alexandria. Our children have become "Re-Americanized" rapidly and with enthusi- asm. My wife and I attack the crab grass in our lawn and repaint the outside woodwork of our house, with the cheery certainty that we will be here long enough to enjoy the results.
MILTON L. COHN; 36 Whalburn Avenue, Trumbull 1, Conn.
Upon my return to very inactive duty in the Naval Reserve, during the latter part of 1945, I resumed the private practice of law with the firm of Bartlett, Keeler & Cohn in Bridgeport. Thereafter life was routine until I met a little Dutch girl, Edith M. deKadt, who joined me at the altar on February 2, 1948. Dutch wooden shoes must be cheaper than those Fifth Avenue models, but alas my wife had become completely Americanized before I met her! After honey- mooning in Bermuda, we settled down in our home just north of Bridgeport, conveniently situated (for classmates) on the Merritt Parkway.
I've always had a yearning to see Europe-so Edith convinced me -- and in July, 1949, we sailed across the blue Atlantic. Touring England, Scotland, Holland, Belgium, France, Switzerland and Italy by auto, we had the time of our lives and hope to repeat the jaunt before old age overtakes us.
The really big event took place on July 9, 1950, when Robert Alan added his presence to our household. Now a year old, he promises to add strength to the Yale football team, Class of 1971.
GLEN H. COLBY; Bedford Village, N.Y. (Ex-36S; Lehigh '37, B.S.)
Married in 1936; two children, Glen, born in 1939, and Nora, born in 1941. Divorced in 1948. Worked as a clerk for a casualty insurance company, salesman of office equipment, cost accountant for a defense manufacturer and, presently, as a methods accountant for the Ameri-
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