Class of 1900
The night-before-the-game round-up was held as usual at the Bradford Hotel with about twenty in attendance. Bobby Brooks came down from Claremont, Jim Woodman from Franklin, and Ben Prescott from Milford.
Walter Rankin presided, and scintillating talks (a '99 phrase) were given by Mc, Charlie Proctor, Fred Jennings, and Harry Sampson. Harry's speech cannot be called pure gold, for he was asked to explain the President's new monetary policy, so we have to label it (or earmark it) about 60%. The only man who didn't thoroughly understand Harry's thesis was the President, who suggested the subject. He couldn't get it translated into terms of leatherboard, which he manufactures. As usual, it was a great party, but we won't list the names of those present, although that does help to fill up space.
Chelsea Atwood has really assumed the publication of a new magazine, called "Leisure, the Magazine of 1000 Diversions." It sounds a little like the Arabian Nights, but it really is safe for any home. No editor has been announced as yet, but in the dummy there are hundreds of blank pages for advertising. As usual, subscriptions will be cash in advance, but clubbing will be administered by the publisher only. It really is a timely, useful idea, Chelsea, and we all wish you great success. We are glad you are going to include in the first number Harry Hutchins' number game, with directions about how to play it.
Mr. and Mrs. McDavitt sailed to the West Indies a day or two after the Harvard game. Mc had collected the class fund, N.R.A.'d the Telephone Company, and presidented the Athletic Council, so he deserved a real rest. It's rather singular that Mc succeeded Ed Hall on the Council soon after graduation, and now once more succeeds him for another term in middle life.
Today the Secretary ran into three '98 men. It's rather strange to run into the Internal Revenue office and get such a cordial reception from Joe Carney and Henry Crowley. We can't quite get used to such cordiality, due to previous experiences.
Len Tuttle spent a late vacation near Lake Winnepesaukee, tramping, fishing, and thinking. Brother Don took his boy to his first Harvard game, and got his money's worth. Capt. Boy-Ed says he is getting too old to stand the thrill. It's bad enough just to drive a car or be the financial pilot of a small manufacturing company.
Henry, or rather Colonel, Teague has descended from the mountain top after a hard summer's work. He will no doubt seek Southern climes and emerge again in the spring. If Henry didn't travel so much we would be very short of alumni notes. It does take some skill, however, to translate Henry's many-syllabic utterance into well rounded space-filling paragraphs.
Secretary, 281 Otis St., West Newton, Mass.
