CLASS OF 1919
Recovering, as we were, from a devastating battle with the jaundice, we felt it would be wise to get away from the many temptations of city life for a few quiet days in the country. We gathered together hockey sticks, skates, heavy underwear, ski boots, about nine suitcases of durable clothing, and our wife and set sail for Hanover, on December 31. We started our New Year's Eve celebration by going to the movies, but afterward the quiet began to settle down so thickly that 10:30 saw us tucked away in bed. Mrs. Davis reports a great din and commotion as the clock struck twelve. One automobile horn blew. She said, "Happy New Year!" and we said "Ugh!"
We saw a great deal of Max Norton, our treasurer, and his family, who contributed in a large measure to our entertainment and my rapid recovery. We congratulated Max, as college bursar, on the excellent condition of Faculty Pond and its great number of hockey rinks. But he assured us that the College had nothing to do with this, and accepted our congratulations as treasurer of Occom Ridge Pleasure and Fancy Skating Club. As pre- cinct police commissioner, in charge of treas- ure, he showed us the jail—just in a nice sightseeing way. The Theta Chi house caught fire one noon, and Hanover's highly improved apparatus, led by Johnnie Piane, dashed to the spot to out the conflagration. Here, we found Max again as treasurer of the fire, department, dashing about seeing that they wasted no water and were careful about dulling the axes. We tried to take the Nor- tons to the movies, which are now owned by the Village Improvement Society, but Max was treasurer of that, too, and walking in without a ticket started counting the cash customers. Sunday, we sat with Treasurer and Mrs. Norton in the back pew and kept an eye on things. If Mr. Bugbee has any moneys in his bank which are not under Max's control, they must be very insignifi- cant, indeed.
Bill McCarter was about town busily getting ready to be married on January 10. We enjoyed tea or something with Bill in his quarters on College St., and must say he makes excellent cookies. Unfortunately, we left just in time to miss his bachelor dinner.
Word comes from Buffalo that Chet Gale, the porous goal tender, is going to do his "I do's" on January 24. It must be nice to be married in Buffalo, it's such a short hop to Niagara Falls.
We wish both of these boys good luck and extensive happiness. And, thinking things over, it seems to us, the ranks of the bachelors are getting pretty thin. McCrea, Munro, and Proctor are about all we can think of. We are not sure about Billy Higgins, but he lives in Paris, so he doesn't count anyway.
The Chad Chadwells are leaving in June for fifteen months in Germany, where Chad will indulge in an orgy of chemical research. Why he has to go to Germany, we can't see, when Red McCleary, specialist in cellar chemistry, has been able to go so far right here in God's and Sinclair Lewis' country.
Secretary, ~ , Brush Hill Road, Framingham, Mass
