I remember when a boy, high up on the back seat, fell off and nobody knew it. No, he didn't have to walk in, unfortunately for my story, but was picked up by another coach. Then, too, the medics used to go to Woodstock to play baseball. It took three hours, cost a dollar round trip, and they wouldn't get home until Three A. M. We used to make a regular field day of it.
In case you didn't happen to know, my chief function was to bring mail and passengers up the hill from the Norwich Station—maximum load twenty-six students, Faculty wouldn't pile on that thick. I, and my kind, went out of service about 1912, after serving on stage lines before the railroads were put through these parts, and then meeting trains. And here I am, the last Concord coach in the town. Well, I guess that's all.
Oh, I almost forgot something else I had in mind. Please forgive me for rambling so, it's my age, you know. One night we took the Amherst baseball team to a show in Lebanon. Of course some Dartmouth students were down too, after all times haven't changed much. Now it seems that the Lebanon boys hated all Dartmouth boys, and that night they were laying for them. They were drawn up in battle array near the brickyard armed with questionable eggs and all manner of passe fruit, prepared to do battle with anyone returning to Hanover. Some kind soul tipped us off, and we knew that, after all, Amherst students and Dartmouth students looked pretty much the same, so we knew that we were in grave danger. Silently we picked our way, and skirting the main streets made for West Lebanon and outmanoeuvred the threatening forces. However the unsuspecting forces from Hanover started out the usual way back. They arrived in town badly egged.
WHEN GOV. WBNTWORTH CAME TO TOWN Butterfield Hall was standing in those days and Fords were still flivvers