Class of 1876

Hunt, having survived several hospital experiences and suffered his share of losses during the past few years, finds himself happily located near one of his sons in a suburb of Los Angeles, and not wanting in peace of mind. His state serves fairly well as representing that of other classmates: all, or nearly all, have sustained more or less of physical ill, losses are practically universal, and the same may be said of serenity of spirit.

A letter arrives from McCutcheon, rich in its recital of recent experiences; a delightful outing in New Hampshire, lunch with acquaintances returning from across the water or from summer homes, entertainment at the shore, visits in off-season periods to Suffolk Downs and the Air Plant, with varied and continuing hospitality; and, as an enclosure of the letter, Cowley's lines on Solitude.

Tripp and wife were in Boston at the end of September, and Piper had a half-hour interview with them. They had recently celebrated their golden wedding anniversary with a week in Washington, where they were royally taken about to objects of interest in the city and surrounding region.

Hill returns from a meeting of the National Library Association at Denver. He is the traveler of the class; furthermore he writes, "I am up to my ears in work."

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