Class of 1871

"Celebrates" is the right word, in spite of the fact that so many decades have taken wing since our undergraduate days. With his usual care and foresight our president, John Herbert, had made every arrangement for our comfort and pleasure, so all we had to do was to fall into line and keep up with the procession, so far as we were able. Herbert, by the way, besides making records in many lines during his long and useful career, has set a pace in swelling the Alumni Fund which other class agents may well envy and try to emulate.

Eleven classmates answered the roll-call: Abbott, Burleigh, Dana, Flanders, Gilchrist, Ham, Herbert, Leach, Robinson, Rodgers, and Upham. With Flanders and Ham from California, Abbott and Upham from Minnesota, Robinson from Chicago, and the rest from regions less remote, we fairly illustrated the dispersal that follows graduation.

Our class dinner came Sunday, June 20, at the Mel Adams Cabin, a spot endeared to us, as it is our own memorial to a loved classmate. For the first time also in the history of our many reunions, wives, sisters, daughters, and granddaughters sat with us at the class dinner, and added much to the charm of the occasion. Formality and oratory were strictly barred, but friendly and intimate talk, reminiscences, and stories grave and gay about classmates present and absent filled . every minute. Charlie Ham at one end of the long table set the ball rolling, "Mike" Rodgers at the other end fell on it with all the ardor we recall in many a desperate cane and football rush, and then it was open to all. The class picture was another pleasing innovation, showing men and women carelessly grouped on the green hillside, with the Cabin for a fitting background.

Favored with four days of June at her fairest, we attended in due order the various functions, academic, social, athletic, musical, and dramatic, and separated after the alumni luncheon with faces set towards our Sixtieth.

Secretary, Woodstock, Vt. THE CLASS OF 1871 CELEBRATES ITS FIFTY-FIFTH