CLASS OF 1916

We had planned to report on the Harvard game. Some of the newspapers have beat us to it. So we will not bore you with a lot of chatter you've already heard about.

The scribes did not report that sixty-seven '16ers attended the game, nor did they mention that thirty-eight of the same gang collected at the City Club the night before for a secret session of Balmacaan. It was a great dinner, so good, in fact, that we did not leave in time to get to the'mass meeting down below. Cliff gave us one of his salty orations, and, among other things, reminded us that the time is here for us all to prepare for June, 1931.

Fifteen years! In 1916, fifteen years was a long time. Now, 1916 seems no farther back than last year—or possibly the year before last. We have collected wives and children and have lost a lot of hair. But most of us look very much the same, and we all feel the same—especially about Hanover, Dartmouth, and 1916. So get ready for the big trek to the north. (You'll hear more about it later.)

Speaking of wives and families, Margaret Elizabeth Stowell joined us on the fourteenth of October, and Abe Lincoln, on November second (with my help as best man) married the now Mrs. Lincoln, nee Elizabeth Barker Almy of Tiverton, R. I.

Father Stowell is now an associate editor of Printers' Ink, and is living in Bronxville.

Secretary, Mathewson Road, Barrington, R. I.