CLASS OF 1916
When these notes have been read, I imagine a petition will be started the rounds to have your secretary ousted. He has had no time to gather scandal, and but bare opportunity to dig up the various letters received since his last literary spasm. The fact is, he and his tribe are in the midst of moving from this fair state to little Rhode Island, the home of Bill Mackie, Shorty Shaw, and the Rhode Island Reds.
Enough of our problems—let's muse a while on Bob Pease's predicament this summer. It is reported he was stuck in Paris with no raiment other than a golf suit and that he was forcibly reminded at the Opera that to appear, thus was just not done. Bob and Park Hayden went over together. We have yet to obtain further particulars of their trip. Perhaps tomorrow we may gather more information on the subject, for tomorrow comes Mr. Filene's outing. Mr. Filene has again kindly invited the class to appear at the Weston Golf Club to help the ground-keepers replace some of Ig. Eigner's divots. Some of the boys will report at ten o'clock for the preliminary round, and the rest of us who work for a living will struggle along after lunch.
Coming home from Providence yesterday, we rode with Jack English. Jack is another who lives up here and toils down there, although he hopes that eventually his Brookmire concern will find he's needed in Boston.
Abe Lincoln just called up that he's up from Fall River and is coming over here to show us some moving pictures he's taken. Abe still spends his time hunting and doing the raanabout-town act all over the country. In the meanwhile he attends to business. And another phone call—May Tucker gives us these items :— Ken has a new radio; Ernie Cutler is going hunting next month; and Bob Burlen is announcing from WEEI. Better listen in some night.
The mailing time is close, so now for the welcome fill-ins :—
Alexander Morrison has sent us his new address, which we've lost, and we learn that the Houghton Mifflin Company has just published his first novel, "The Crookshaven Murder."
From Shanghai, Hobie Marble writes that out there "Taxes and duties contrary to all treaties are being shoved on almost daily. The result will be to strangle all business. Of course, the Cantonese want to get all foreigners out of China, and the Bolsheviki are helping them to do it. As they cannot use force to gain their object, they are now using the economic weapon, which is even more powerful . . ."
From the same city, Rog Evans says: "The crisis came with the fall of Shanghai in March. For weeks we lived from a suitcase, and although our barbed wire has now rusted into the landscape we are fully conscious that the foreign armaments concentrated here are our one guarantee of safety. Thwarted by these defense forces the Nationalist leaders have now called into play a grandiose scheme of confiscatory taxation, just one of those economic arms by which their Bolshevist high advisors yet boast they will force us into the sea. And unless our governments soon give evidence of protecting our legitimate treaty rights the outlook is grim indeed. We are carrying on in a limited way, however, and are still hopeful that the administration will, by strengthening its policy, discredit China's false leaders and thereby save China from the arms of red Russia.
"In a spring of great events I think of just two items that may be of special interest to you and the boys. Hobey Marble, well established now, with his own Service Express Company, was one of three who worked up and ably directed our American emergency transport corps in the crisis. Second, among the distinguished visitors it has been my privilege to welcome here was Governor-General Leonard Wood of the Philippines. He was homeward bound as you know."
And finally, George's son is named Donald Stone Dock.
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Secretary, 24 Dale St., Newtonville, Mass.
