RECENT GIFTS OF MR. JOHNSON

Seldom has the loyalty of an alumnus to his college been so frequently manifest as has that of the Rev. J. E. Johnson '66 to Dartmouth College, during the past five years. Students and alumni alike are deeply grateful to him for his many benefactions, and are proud to call him "the patron saint of the Outing Club." The three gifts mentioned in the report of the Trustees' meeting have been most enthusiastically received ; by them the Outing Club is made the recipient of another fine camp site, and is assure'd of permanent financial support for its annual winter carnival, and the entire student body sees its long cherished dream of a swimming pool beginning to take bodily form. The appreciation of the undergraduate body was expressed at a mass meeting of the Outing Club held on the evening of October 5, at which Mr. Johnson was elected honorary president of the club.

The acquisition of the land at Armington Lake in Piermont was brought about by an amusing incident, which Mr. Johnson recounts thus in a letter to the editor of the MAGAZINE:

"I am happy to say that we have acquired a fine site for an aquatic camp on the lower end of Armington Lake, which is half way between our camp at Cube Mountain and the one at Mount Moosilauke. This has been too long a 'hike', twenty-two miles, and we are glad to see it subdivided. There is a brook on this tract and a spring of water. Armington Lake is second to none in its beauty. To one of your professors we are indebted in a good measure for the lucky stroke of grand strategy by which this purchase was finally effected. The property belonged to a lady who had refused many offers for it, but finally surrendered to the prolonged siege of the professor, who carried his tent over and pitched it in the woman's pasture, refusing to budge without a deed to the lot. A more desperate venture at one time could not easily be imagined. Someone turned two " bulls loose in the pasture who struck a bee line for the tents, while the professor struck a bee line for the nearest tree. The bulls, baffled for the moment, returned to the tent, which they charged repeatedly, goring it on both sides and ripping it into tatters. The flour and some other supplies they trampled into the ground, while taking turns at chewing a small bag of raisins which had been the professor's only apology for the last number in a two-course dinner. They were snorting and lashing their tails at a great rate when the fair lady (backed by her husband) came to the rescue and drove the bulls from the field. The professor, with a fine sense of the value of time in a battle of these proportions, refused to come down from the tree unless the owner of the bulls and the lake agreed to sell him a good strip of the water front. This she finally did. The Outing Club has cheerfully settled for the damages done by the bulls. In fact, it has been insinuated that one of our boys who was along with the professor helped the bulls to their liberty. A strict inquiry into the matter has shown that these statements are somewhere near the facts in the case."