Class of 1895
In the last issue of the MAGAZINE the Secretary made rather a heedless error which he hastens to correct with apologies. He stated that Mrs. Laura Lord Scales is the widow of Burton True Scales. Recalling my visit at Burton's home in Philadelphia some years ago, I wonder that I made the error. Mrs. Scales is the widow of Robert L. Scales '01, Burton's brother.
A. J. Crosby retired from the yarn business a few years ago and then, as he says, "We decided upon the happy arrangementof all living in Newport (we say 'Newport,'as that is the post office), where we havebeen since 1932." Classmate Crosby resides on Paradise Ave., in Middletown, R. 1., which, I surmise is a part of the well-known city of Newport. Perhaps his residence on Paradise Ave. inspires him to write of the beauty and attractiveness of the town. His description suggests something of earthly paradise. He writes, "Middletown is abeautiful country, containing fine estatesand farms. It is the home, also, of St.George's School. There are wonderfulbeaches, where we enjoy bathing. The lastswim was the early part of this month."
Crosby's daughter is teaching English in the Rogers High School in Newport. Mrs. Crosby has been in ill health and under the care of a specialist, but has regained her health with some limitations.
Wilbur D. Spencer, insurance commissioner of the state of Maine, was appointed a member of the insurance commissioners' committee to formulate a plan of liquidation for the National Surety Company's bond guarantees. If possible, Wilbur is more modest than ever. He has never mentioned the fact that he was state historian for Maine, which I understand to be the fact. After graduation Wilbur studied law with W. J. Matthews.
„All men doubtless remember Deacon Downing and the drugstore in Hanover. Everyone in Hanover knew Deacon Downing. R. J. Putnam, brother of Daniel Ezra Putnam, deceased, was a clerk in the Deacon's drugstore for many years and succeeded him as proprietor of the business. It is now known as Putnam's Drugstore.
"Dan" Watson is living in partial retirement in his native town, Pittsfield, N. H. "Dan" is not in the best of health, and is obliged to be cautious and to follow a regular routine of life. I had the pleasure of a long visit with him at his home recently. "Dan" still has a lively interest in the class and regrets very much that he was unable to be at the Fortieth Reunion. He has undergone several severe operations since graduation, but apparently owing to a very rugged constitution, he is still able to roam over the hills and fields and to do a limited amount of teaching in the Pittsfield High School.
"Dan" knows what physical suffering is, and also what grief is. Five of his near relatives succumbed to a rare but fatal disease within nine days. He lived with his first wife twenty-six years. Some time after her death he married a second time, and in two years he was again a widower. He is now living with his third wife. He has no children.
"Dan" has many interesting anecdotes to tell about various members of the class and is generally interested to hear about his classmates.
Ninety-five was represented at the YaleDartmouth game in New Haven by at least one of the class. The Secretary was there. Perhaps other '95 men were too. The Secretary arrived a little late. He was alone. As he was eagerly hurrying from his parked car to the famous Bowl he heard rippling and roaring, which he suspected was a Dartmouth demonstration of loyal approval of what "Red" Blaik's small, young, powerful army was doing to Yale's also small, young, and powerful army. So the belated Secretary didn't lose much time in getting placed in the Bowl in a neutral seat, somewhat regretful that he didn't find himself among the ready rooters of his own Alma Mater.
Having recently read a criticism on modern methods of education to the effect that colleges are stressing purely intellectual thinking, and rather superficial thinking at that, to the exclusion of emotional education, the Secretary had a feeling that he was witnessing a massive demonstration of emotional thinking, and participating in it also. Yale's emotive thinking was not so steadily indicative of unadulterated pleasure as was Dartmouth's. The game was quite satisfactory to Dartmouth. It was an exhibition of good sportsmanship on both sides. Yale's cup of bliss didn't overflow but the huge Bowl wasn't big enough to contain Dartmouth's stream of emotional bliss. So it spilled over and destroyed the goal posts just before the game was officially over. This was just a bit too emotive and hardly fair to Yale or Dartmouth either.
Ned Rossiter received a telegram dated Oct. 31, from Natt Emery Jr., reading as follows:
"Father passed away yesterday. Funeralservices at Trinity church, Market St.,Bethlehem, two P.M. November first."
In commenting on the telegram Ned says—
"We are both sorry to know of the deathof Natt Emery. I feel that he was overworked, you probably know that the President of Lehigh was sick all of last year andthe work fell on Natt. He was of the makeup whereby he would not let the Universitysuffer and so tried to do two men's work." Natt was vice-president of Lehigh. See the Necrology pages.
Secretary, White River Jet., Vt.A CORRECTION
