Class of 1925

'Twist Elmquist writes from St. Paul reporting a couple o£ hunting trips this fall with Don Lyman. They bagged a few ducks on the opening of the season, and then spent the first week in November trying to find some more, but didn't quite make connections. By the time they got up north everything was frozen over, so they spent the week touring from lake to lake, trying to locate a flock, and as luck would have it they found them only on the last day. However, game or no game, they figure the trips are always worth while, since they come back hale and hearty and feeling like a million. Saw "Apple-a-day" Bugbee last week. With the possible exception of a slight falling-off of the hirsute growth atop his cranium he looks younger than ever. Within the last year he has taken unto himself the quaint hobby of collecting old dueling pistols, and has acquired, to date, quite a collection of blunderbusses. Nate spent his vacation in England last summer and returned with a few additions for his museum. One in particular carries quite a bloody history and according to legend has put an end to at least three aspiring duelists, as witnessed by three authentic notches in the butt of said weapon. Bill Sleigh, who until recently has been living more or less peacefully with Nate in Cambridge (Mass.), threatens to give notice if his roommate brings home any more of the " infernalmachines."

There are arms and arms, and at present those of Lane Goss are busily occupied with one Lane Woodworth Goss, born January 10. Young Lane will make the seventh generation in his family to attend Dartmouth, and his mother, Constance Wood- worth, is the daughter of two generations of Dartmouth men.

At the invitation of Dr. Jack Spring, we attended the annual meeting of the Nashua (N. H.') Fish and Game Club. Jack is an active member of the organization, and has also built up a very successful practice for himself in his old home town. He is a walking advertisement for his own business, never wears either hat or topcoat, and although at the time of our visit the thermometer was frisking around zero, we went dashing over the crooked New Hampshire roads at some eighty miles per hour with Jack at the wheel of his trusty Stude- baker in his usual scanty outdoor apparel. If he was trying to make an impression on this poor softy from the city he was more then successful.

Jack and I stopped in to see Mark Emerson at Milford, N. H., and had a very pleasant visit. After three years of teaching at Robert College in Constantinople Mark taught for a year at Amherst (Mass.) High School. The following year, while teaching in a boys' school in North Carolina, he cracked up with a rather sudden case of tuberculosis, and has been confined to his bed ever since. However, he is making steady progress towards health, and is able to get up for a short time each day. As he has some spare time on his hands, he has offered to help your struggling Secretary on this business of collecting class items for the column, so if you hear from him in this regard, give him a helping hand.

Secretary, 67 Milk St., Boston