Class of 1919
Reunion seems to be on everybody's mind these days, and most of our news pertains thereto. Today word reached us that our Charles Biddle has already left Osaka, Japan, bound for the big Fifteenth. That seems to us about as far as you can come from, but maybe Pollard, coming from Calcutta, has it beat. Either makes the trip from the Pacific Coast just a short hop, and if McCrea, who is to be married this spring, does not show up with the charming bride, we don't ever want to see him again.
Last week Max Norton was in town, and a small group of committee heads assembled for lunch. Max, with his orderly thinking, wanted to know what had been done, and why not. When he left things were decidedly more organized and considerably further along. It looks from this point like by far the greatest reunion we've had. We are amazed at the number who have already said they are coming.
We felt old—very old—when we were asked to sit in with a committee interviewing applicants for admission to the College. But that was nothing. Now we have had a letter from one of the Senior Fellows asking us to tell him all about our undergraduate days. As we try to recall the customs and language of that far-off day, we feel that next June must be our fiftieth instead of our fifteenth reunion. Oh well, maybe we are getting old; the other day our young nephew asked his mother,
Along with other signs of spring is a letter we got from Spider recently. In it he suggested that we use some photographs in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. He also enclosed a few snapshots—mostly of himself. Now we have always kept these columns free from politics, and it was our hope that we could continue along strictly news lines. But orders from the president are orders from the president, and if he chooses to campaign for reelection in our columns who are we to say no. Here you see him with a stick with a nail in the end of it clearing the Tri Kap lawn of cigarette butts—the only job political or otherwise he ever held while in Hanover—the which was a bit of patronage given out by King Murphy. And to show how clever a politician the boy has become, he also sends a picture of Max Norton. No mention is made of Bird and Davis, the other class officers, but a treasurer, of course, is a treasurer. This particular view, which reminds us of George Cohan, waving his American flag, shows our treasurer in the costume he wears when he sings in Pinafore. We wonder if he was treasurer of the Queen's Navy.
Well, Phil Bird and your Secretary are pretty sore about the whole thing, and we are going to have our pictures taken as soon as we can save up enough to buy a roll of Eastman film. There's something to look forward to.
Preparing for Dartmouth! Sons of Harry Colwell Jr. '19 and Robert Colwell '18 of New Rochelle shown with a friend, Keg Brewer, brushing up on a favorite subject.
"How old was Uncle Jim when Columbusdiscovered America?"
Secretary, 87 State St., Framingham, Mass.
