CLASS OF 1898

In a recent letter from C. E. Clark in faroff Merzifon, Turkey, I learned that his eldest boy, James S. Clark, is at 13 Perkins Hall, Cambridge, Mass. He is engaged in the study of history at Harvard. He taught three years in Tarsus. The Secretary plans to have lunch with him in the very near future. Ruth, the eldest daughter, who was engaged in teaching English and music in the girls' school at Merzifon last year, is now taking a ' graduate course of study at the State College, East Lansing, Mich. The two youngest, David and Constance, 17 and 15, are in the high school at East Lansing. David plays football with the school team. He is also fond of wrestling and other athletics. Let no one in '98 forget that C. E. Clark has made one of the most successful lives among the '98 men.

The class of '98 is very fortunate in having so skillful and artistic a printer as Ich Crane in the class. We are reminded of this again in the well printed tribute to Guy Griffin. Not only is our printer skillful in his calling, but he is also very generous when it comes to asking '98 to pay the bill. We are fortunate also in having a large-hearted banker in New York city to help out if there is an extra '98 bill to be met. Others in the class also cheerfully contribute their share whenever any deficit arises from a '98 round-up.

I received such a nice letter from Bobby Brown that I am going to put the whole of it in the MAGAZINE. I will only edit the letter by saying that Pitt Drew is now on the mend, and we hope that in time he will be quite himself again.

January 22, 1932

My dear Phil: Thanks for your favor of the 19th. Glad to know you have had me in mind. That was a most interesting letter of yours in the last number of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, as also the class memorial letter. I saw Guy Griffin once while he was in Newburgh, N. Y. I had been visiting some friends and was returning to New York. When I approached the ticket window I saw a face I had seen somewhere before. A smile lighted up the face and its owner exclaimed, "Don't I know you?" Then came the mutual recognition. My time was short, permitting a very brief chat, which I enjoyed immensely. When I purchased my ticket Guy insisted upon some sort of cut rate he was privileged to give me. He was the same cordial gentleman I had known at college. The next time I went to Newburgh I inquired for him and was told he had gone, but not where. I greatly regretted to learn of his death.

I am still in the hospital, but happy to say that two days ago I was allowed to take a few steps. This means the end of my stay here is in sight. It has been a long three months pull, but I am pulling out.

It is not a pleasant bit of news you send about Pitt Drew. I hope he regains his health before long. My family physician, Harrison M. Brown, says he and Pitt were classmates at Andover. Brown went to Williams with George Chadwell, the star football end, after leaving Andover. Perhaps Pitt will recall both of them.

With all good wishes, I am Sincerely yours, ROBT. D. BROWN "BOBBY B"

I received a clipping recently from the Arizona Daily Star of Tucson in which the tribute to Guy Griffin was very pleasantly mentioned. So Guy's friends in that western country will know of the kind and true things that were said of Guy.

Charley Littlefield has sent to me such in- spiring verses that I take pleasure in putting them in. Charles finds his relaxation from his busy law practice in interesting himself in poetry.

Recently the Secretary had a pleasant call in Everett Hoyt's home in Salem, and learned that his eldest son is in Bowdoin with hopes of transferring to Dartmouth another year. His next son is doing well in Phillips Exeter Academy, and the daughter is happy in the University of Vermont.

The Secretary hopes very much in the near future to be able to drop in at Dummer Academy to visit with the son of our much beloved classmate Dr. Belknap.

In a recent letter from Elliott Perkins, whom we used to call "young Perk," he stated the following:—"For two weeks I have been in Ward 2, Veterans' Hospital, Sawtelle, Calif., and will probably be here for several months. I have a stomach ulcer, and I am on a milk and cream diet of three ounces every hour. It is a wonderful place, and no mere money could buy the medical and other treatment I am getting." I hope the farflung line of '98 will send Perk a '98 wah-hoowah of good cheer from time to time. I am sure that a '98 yell would put that stomach of his back into normal condition.

Dr. Harry Goodall is in attendance on Pitt Drew, so we fell certain that '98 will help put the leading athlete of '99 on his feet again.

Harriette W. Patey has completed three months in Florence, Italy, and is now in Rome, the Eternal City, for a number of weeks. She then will visit Spain, France, and England in studying her profession of landscape and domestic architecture.

Louis Bugbee sat with the '98 bunch, where he belonged, at the Stanford-Dartmouth game, and we hope he will show up at every one of our gatherings.

Elliott Perkins' children are as follows: Jack, 23, is a student with the National Biscuit Company; Helen, 21, is a secretary in the City Sales Department of the General Petroleum Company; Mary, 20, is secretary to the manager of the Albert Frank Company, advertising people, and is taking a course in advertising at the University of Southern California; Elliott L. Jr., 11, is in school.

The Secretary had the pleasure of sitting in Montgomery's classroom on February 5. It was certainly gratifying to me to see how splendidly our classmate conducted the recitation with that group of young people. At one period "Monty" and I got to talking interestingly about '9B affairs, and there was a little ripple in the classroom. "Monty" at once turned those flashing blue eyes of his on that group, and you could cut the silence that ensued. Some puissant force went out on the waves of ether in that classroom! Mrs. Montgomery is substituting in the school system of Newburyport, and the little daughter is doing well in the seventh grade.

What other Dartmouth College graduate could entertain and instruct Einstein as "Pete" Adams has? And now we are going to hear about it in this number of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.

Walter Taylor Sumner continues his veryactive life in behalf of not only his church but many philanthropic causes in the nation and the world. You see his name in the press of that western country continually. He is soon to spend a week on the campus of the University of Oregon. It will be his seventeenth consecutive year visiting that university. His days are full when there with conference hours afternoon and morning, and every meal is taken at some fraternity or sorority house. Then he has one or two extra sessions in the evening. He says he is fortunate in being a Tri Kap, because by that he is neutral. Then he goes to the State College at Corvallis in March, where there are 3600 pupils, and has a similar program. Then he attends the trustees' meeting at Berkeley of the University of California. Two weeks ago he went to Vancouver, B. C., to represent the presiding bishop and the American church at the consecration of the Canadian bishops. There is a possibility of his attending an emergency meeting of the House of Bishops in New York within a few weeks. If so, he will try to get into New Hampshire and make a visit on his 82-year-old mother, who is active and in fine health, and will also try to slip up to Hanover.

O, TO BE IN DARTMOUTH

O, to be in Dartmouth, when the autumn days are there, To feel again the gladness that pervades the very air, To look on old Ascutney and remember all the thrills Of student days in Dartmouth among New Hampshire hills.

O, to be in Dartmouth in the clear, crisp winter days, With snow upon the hillsides gleaming in the sun's bright rays, To feel the pulsing throb of life defy the winter's chill, While from Pierian spring again we pause to drink our fill.

O, to be in Dartmouth, when the winter days are o'er, With springtime spreading beauty o'er a happy earth once more. 'Tis in Maytime and Junetime that our hearts are doubly blest, When the golden sunlight lingers on old Dartmouth at her best.

O, 'tis joy to be in Dartmouth at any time of year, To taste again the sweetness of her fellowship and cheer; From life's hurts and disappointments, as we linger there awhile, We find comfort in her presence and healing in her smile.

Secretary, 57 Grove Hill Ave., Newtonville, Mass.