CLASS OF 1914
The fall season is on us again, and with it the realization that the November ALUMNI MAGAZINE has a waiting column to be filled. The scheme this year is similar to last, with a copy of this issue going to everyone on the mailing list. We are carrying a class subscription, and payment of $3 dues to Bill Slater includes the MAGAZINE. Better get a good start and send the three bills early. Furthermore send along a word of news, and help keep the boys informed on your doings. We only plan to write what is learned on reasonably good authority, so don't make us use the imagination overtime.
The big item this month is the account of the Sesqui-Tenth-Fifteenth held at Boothbay Harbor, Me., on the week-end following Labor Day. Roger Rice and his better half entertained all comers and did themselves proud.
Roger's outfit is on a hill on Spruce Point, right on Boothbay harbor. Naturally, it takes the name Sprucewold, especially as the construction is all log cabin. The Lodge accommodates 160, and is the largest log cabin hotel in Maine. Every room has a private bath, and the whole thing is built for comfort if not luxury. Construction is rustic throughout, including all furniture, and there are huge fireplaces. The season closed just before we arrived, so that 1914 had full run of the place.
Forty-seven was the official count, twenty wives and seven without. Paul Brown came from Minneapolis to take distance honors, and aside from Remsen, Freddie Davidson, and the Humphreys from New York all the others were from New England. More than twentyfive took the Friday night boat from Boston, and had a magnificent sail in the moonlight. Sammy Cole pointed out all the landmarks on the North Shore, and Walt Humphrey organized the close harmony. In the morning several got aboard at Portland, and Win Loveland did the official guide act along the Maine coast. Arrival was at noon and most of the motorists were on hand to greet those on the boat.
It developed that Em Barrett has a summer place around the corner from Roger and has a sailboat on the Bay. Larry Day and wife sailed their boat from Portland, and were entertaining the early comers in the Harbor as the Boston boat docked. In the afternoon there was more of the same, while a few landlubbers heard nautical language. Larry has done a lot of sailing with the Portland Yacht Club during the season just closed.
Golf enthusiasts went to the links, and some of the tennisers went into action while the ladies played bridge. Luke Giles was in good form on the course, but the prize was awarded Paul Brown for having the best groomed moustache. Win Snow and Harold Brown whaled the tennis balls most ferociously.
In the evening after dinner an orchestra was imported and a frolic enjoyed until a late hour. Harmony, dancing, and entertainment shared attention. Walt Humphrey presented a crayon talk, and showed what the Satevepost is missing by not having more covers from his pen. Win Snow later auctioned all the drawings and secured about $25 for the Class Fund. McLaughlin bought a handsome baby picture and brought down the house. Mac has not been much in evidence since graduation, and he pretty near had to introduce himself when he landed on the boat, but he is just as full of it as ever and kept the crowd in an uproar all the time. He is a lawyer in Manchester, N. H., and still a bach.
Early in the afternoon Win Snow ranged the four nearly bald heads on the steps and took a snap shot. Reading from left to right, as the newspapers say, they were: Roger Rice, Ducky Drake, McLaughlin, and Larry Kingman. Walt produced an embellishment in the course of the crayon talk, and Freddie Davidson paid real money to take it back to New York. It may have appeared in the Dartmouth Club long before this. Win designated the masterpiece as "Four Bald Heads and Two Feet of Snow" because his wife happened to have her feet in range when Win snapped the picture.
Sunday it rained until about boat time, and aside from the golfers who got soaked all the rest enjoyed the fireplaces and a talk fest. The party broke up shortly after dinner, those going over the road getting a good start, and those going on the boat getting away a little later. It was rough coming back, and we don't mean maybe. Several had a rush of food to the mouth, but a bite to eat in Portland seemed to revive everyone, and the moonlight broke through as we left Portland harbor.
It was a grand occasion, and we certainly appreciated all that the Rices did for us. During the festivities of Saturday evening they were presented a silver dish. Before we left it was suggested that we make the affair an annual get-together, provided Roger would not try to entertain the whole crowd at his own expense. There is a good possibility of arrang ing a party, and it is a sure thing that all who attend will have just as good a time as the forty-seven this year.
Those present with wives were: Austin, Aborn, Barnard, Harold Brown, Bill Barnes, Burleigh, Barrett, Day, Drake, Flanders, Giles, Cole, Humphrey, Kingman, Leech, Lowell, Potter, Rice, Snow, and Warren. Sickness threatening the children kept Mrs. Kimball away, but Ernie came. The baches were Freddie Davidson, McLaughlin, Loveland, Remsen, and Willey. Stub Willey was another with McLaughlin who has not visited in this section very much since graduation. He teaches in the University of the South, Tennessee. Speaking of teaching, Loveland has come to Boston University this fall.
It is a sure bet that this particular crowd will remember Sprucewold and the SesquiTenth-Fifteenth with a great deal of pleasure. The football games this fall offer another opportunity to get reacquainted, and seating classes together gives us all something to look forward to. By the time these notes appear the Yale Bowl and Harvard Stadium will have been visited—satisfactorily we trust. The Cornell game at Hanover will bring many, and headquarters will be established as usual at Jack Piane's store. No arrangements are being made for over-night accommodations.
Let's have some more news for the next MAGAZINE. Send it to Bill with the $3, send it to John Burleigh, send it to Mart Remsen, or send it to me at Wellesley. Wherever it comes we will try to pass it along.
Your class news will appear regularly inthe Alumni Magazine. Have you renewedyour subscription?
Assistant Secretary, 11 Leighton Road, Wellesley, Mass.
