Class of 1894

The Secretary reports that in his wanderings this summer he was not able to find everybody at home. For example, he stopped at Peru, Vt., to see Bud Lyon. Bud was not fishing, because he has constructed a pond on the other side of the road from his house and, of course, if he was fishing anywhere he would be fishing there. One is reminded of the colored man who was holding his fishline in a pool in front of his house. Someone asked h'm if he was catching anything. He answered, "No, sah, but it's handy." The Secretary understands that Jack Nutt spent his vacation in Peru this summer, and very likely Bud and Jack spent their time fishing in this pond.

Another man who has avoided the Secretary is the executive assistant of the Canadian National Railways, who has moved from the north side of West Adams St. in Chicago to the south side. The exact number is 105 West Adams St. Bob has trained his various understrappers to treat his class secretary with due respect.

Speaking of a change of address, Curly Bartlett has moved the scene of his extensive financial operations from 35 Congress St., where he has been from time in memorial, to 111 Devonshire St.

Billy Ames evidently did not have word that the Secretary was coming, for he and his good wife were eating their morsel alone when the Merrill equipage came into sight. At all events, a happy half-hour ensued.

More extensive than any other visit, however, was the Secretary's experience with B Smalley. B took him down to his country place on the banks of the Fore River, where one has in plain sight the celebrated Fore River ship building plant. From B's cottage one can throw a stone into an arm of the Atlantic Ocean. B's chief joy is his flowers. There is no doubt now as to the source of the bright ideas that characterize publicity work in the New England Telephone and Telegraph Company. They issue from the retreat at East Weymouth.

Quite a bunch of men attended Commencement this year, first and last. Arthur Adams was there as a member of the Alumni Council, accompanied by his wife. Phil Marden was there as the freshman member of the board of trustees. J. Cassin was there, managing transportation matters. Ashley Hardy was there, somewhat dubious as to recent changes in the selective process of admission. C. Bartlett was there, glad-handing in his usual successful way. Fred Claggett and Don Colby and Henry Hurd came up from their Sullivan county suburbs. Most of these men were together at the alumni dinner. Lovejoy had a son in the graduating class, as dicl the Secretary, but apparently Lovejoy was not there.

A recent number of the Oakland, Calif., Tribune tells the world that our dear classmate, Punch Rollins, has retired from the United States postal service after thirty years. A long life to Punch during these years ahead when, in the freedom of retirement, he will have what William Jewett Tucker used to call his "reservation of time."

Secretary, 287 Fourth Ave., New York