CLASS OF 1917
The tidings for this month are shadowed with several misfortunes which we are very sorry to have to record.
The first is the loss of Professor Husband, which we reported rather briefly last time these notes were published. The Secretary went to Hanover Tor the funeral, and he was very glad that he did so, because Mrs. Husband was very appreciative of representation of the class. The funeral was held in the little Episcopal church, and attendance was necessarily limited to a few of the scores who would pay tribute. Mr. Dallas conducted the service, and he was assisted by Mr. Janeway, the college chaplain. The entire college had already felt his loss, and the big problem of providing an adequate substitute for his work served to enhance the value which Professor Husband had represented. Mrs. Husband and Dick plan to stay in Hanover until the latter has finished his course, and their plans for the future are not established.
The second misfortune is represented by a brief notice which has been received from the Alumni Records Office in which we are told that Roy J. Kuntz died in Orlando, Fla., on the Bth of March. At present it is impossible to tell just what Roy was doing in Florida or what caused his death. When a complete report has been received from his widow we shall give it to the class.
The next toll has been reported quite generally, so we will only refer briefly to the very sudden death of Ernest Fox Nichols in Washington, D. C. Dr. Nichols had not been in good health for the past two or three years, so that although his death came suddenly it was probably not unforeseen. He was president of the College during three of the years that we spent in Hanover, and he was very much respected and admired by all of those who knew him.
Although this item of news can hardly be called new, it is probably as new to you as it was to us w-hen we heard it last week. Our old friend of freshman year, Kingsbury ("Crib") Browne, lost the sight of his right eye as the result of a blow received during a friendly hockey match last winter. We sure hope that he is taking care of the other eye lest sympathetic reaction deprive him of all sight.
Boys, he's gone and done it! ! So help us. Hannah! ! Just turn to the notes that were published in the May issue of this magazine and refer to the item about Baldy Trier's visit to Soup Soule. In that item there is a list of names with rather a caustic reference to the state of singleness enjoyed by those men. Now, please take a pencil or pen and remove the name "Currier" from that list. He's gone and left us with an impetuosity that is hardly characteristic of our old friend George. It happened this way. (We wish we might imitate on the printed page Mr. Currier's brisk manner of describing: the event, but that cannot be done.) "What's the sense of hanging around waiting for a wedding day to come? Just do it the way I did and you'll be all right, Sunny?" (That's a good one, too.) George goes over to New York on the 18th of April, meets Miss Helen Van Arsdale Gad, formerly of Arlington, then of New York, and now of Arlington Heights, gets married by the city clerk himself at the Municipal Building, and now they're back in Boston as Mr. and Mrs. George C. Currier. All bets that he'd never do it should be paid promptly without equivocation or mental reservation. Best of luck to George and Helen.
Had just a short word from A 1 Vaughan in the form of a pledge blank and some money. George Gregory says there's others we'd like to have send us the same word.
The secretaries had the annual meeting in Hanover on the 25th and 26th of April. The old burg had started to blossom a bit, but Spring was rather coy in her debut. In fact, she was downright bashful. We had a comforting talk with our old friend, Dean Laycock, and he willingly consoled us with the assurance that the predominance of parlor Bolshevists who are strirring things up will be quite smoothed out by the time the world has had them for a year or so.
Saw Arch and Mary Gile and had a long look at Mary Joyeuse, who is quite some child.
No other Seventeeners put in an appearance. Pay Barber has been suffering with an infection in his jaw, and without making any facetious remarks we hasten to assure you that he is on the mend, even if it is but slowly.
Coming home from the meeting in Hanover, we met Bob Chase on the train. Bob has left the bush and is now in the vicinity of Boston once more. He has not established himself permanently, but expects to do so soon.
Bob Boynton was mentioned in press despatches recently as being quite the high mucka-muck in Vermont hotel circles. Honeymooners are again notified of the fact that Bob is in Rutland, Vt., with hospitality for all. He has told us not to advertise his hotel as a stopping place for those making repeated trips to the Canadian border and back. Yes, Bob has changed a lot.
Although he is not as yet a full fledged member, Win Scudder has applied for associate membership in the Disabled Club. He has made an appointment for some time in the fall, when he will submit himself to the surgical prowess of Howard M. Clute at al.
Hap Mason sends word that our old friend Joe Myer is to be chief cook at some sort of a summer camp at L>ake Spofford, N. H. Hap says something about a keg party and a "thpigot," but while we don't exactly know what Hap means there are probably some in the class who do. Hap further reports that Mrs. Mason, who was taken severely ill at the time of the Harvard game last fall, has practically recovered her health, thanks to the sun's warm rays at Daytona.
C. Wiley Spears, M. D., gets some publicity in the Dartmouth because he is performing operations on his football candidates by way of putting them in A-l shape for next fall. Arch Gile said that Fat was expected at Hanover some time this month, where he will enjoy a short vacation before settling down to his tasks as a professor at the West Virginia summer school.
More indirect news ! ! Bill Eaton is no longer in Boston. It is reported that he is at Box 920, Pittsburgh, Pa. If Hought Carr will be so kind as to drop in at the P. O. some day and see if Bill is in that box, we'd appreciate a report of some kind. Seriously though, Gang, it's no fun at all to have to shack you buzzards all over the face of fifty states (that includes one which isn't recognized by law) in the hope of getting some stray word of your whereabouts.
Still some more indirect news! Bill Fitch says that he encountered Fred Leighton on the streets of Boston about the middle of April. The details of this meeting are missing, because Will has never ' trained for a reporter's work and Fred is not accustomed to interviews. However, if the latter puts in an appearance before the Secretary, we'll try to give you a story of his goings-on.
We'd like very much to have even more news than appears here this month, but the only way that can be accomplished is to have more communications from you. Please take a minute now and then to send us a short story of yourself.
Thank you.
Secretary, 37 Arlington St., Cambridge, Mass.
