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 From  Danny Goldberg 

It is with extreme sadness that I relate the passing of our dear brother and lifelong friend Noel Harrison. He passed last night (June 20) in Las Vegas. I just spoke with Ralph Gordon a few minutes ago and he gave me the terrible news. Noel was a mensch of the first degree. What a wonderful and kind man he was. The last time we got together was when he came to Philly last May and we met for dinner at Paris Bistro along with a number of other 224 brothers. Noel, my friend, may you Rest in Peace.


***Posted June 21, 2019***


Submitted by Alan Tuckerman

Hi brothers. I went to a wedding last Friday in Rochester, Michigan. After the wedding, I spoke with two old guys (older than me, older than you). While speaking with one, I noticed those unmistakable Philly vowels taking over. I said: "you sound like Philly." He asked if I was also from Philly, and when I affirmed, his eyes flashed and impaled me. In an angry voice but with an old man impish grin he said: "What class?" I responded: "224, the best class ever." He said: "I was 192. But I didn't graduate. My best friend and I spent far too much time at The Trocadero." Since I spent far too much time playing pinochle on the South Lawn, we bonded instantly. Great stories, great fun.

***Posted July 8, 2019***