Class of 1901
Earl Whitaker's boy Stuart has entered Middlebury College as a freshman. Mrs. Whitaker still makes her home in Brooklyn, near the Jack Dowds.
Mary Elizabeth Stevens has been appointed to the Student Council at Rogers Hall, Lowell, Mass.
Channing H. Cox was recently elected to the board of trustees of Boston University.
The New York crowd report a fine start for their monthly luncheons held the first Thursday in the month at the Dartmouth Club. The following showed up last month: "Gillie," "Cuddy," "Swampy" Marsh, Warren Rugg, Halliday and his son, Ted Morehouse, Jack Dowd, and Spud Harris. Very few of us have seen Spud since freshman year, and it speaks well for Gillie's follow-up system to have located Harris and aroused his interest. We shall hope he will show up at our next round-up or reunion, so we all can get to know him again.
For all the grit and stick-to-it-iveness displayed by any o£ our old crowd, we certainly will have to hand it to Bill Sykes. You all probably read that Porto Rico was visited by a hurricane recently. Well, this one caught Bill just as the last one did, but let Bill tell it in his own words: "The factof the matter is, that I have run into alittle hard luck the past few years. Fouryears ago we had a hurricane. It took myhouse, my crop, and about one quarter ofmy trees. I rebuilt and replanted and kepton. The next year we had a nine-monthsdrought, and I had a very small crop ofpoor quality that had to be sacrificed onthe local market. Last year a beautiful cropof fruit was just ready for picking when asmall hurricane came along and put itall on the ground. I sold my car and gaveup smoking to economize. Bought fertilizeron credit and borrowed money at the bankand made another crop. The last of September the grandfather of all the hurricanes came along, my house went, my cropand half of my trees, all the big ones ofcourse. I had put 40 reinforced cementposts under the house. These went fourfeet into the ground, and then I poured afootage of two feet of cement around eachone and bolted the floor to them. In myignorance and folly I boasted, 'the windmay blow away the upper part of the house,but the floor will stay.' The storm brokeevery post, and moved the floor twentyfeet. The walls and roof and partitionswere made into kindling. I took refuge under my dining-room table and camethrough unhurt. The people that live withme did not share my confidence in thehouse, and they left before the storm began. In this vicinity there are more thana thousand houses, and only five of themwere left with their roofs on. For a monthI have been living out doors. I am convinced there is nothing romantic aboutbeing a gypsy. I am building a smallhouse and will be moved in by the end ofthe week.* * * Just think, three hurricanes in four years and a destructivedrought in the off year. * * * Give mybest regards to any classmates who mayask about me."
Secretary, 37 Berkeley St., Nashua, N. H.
