Class of 1900
Well, we are all set for a fine reunion with big attendance, a simple but very interesting program, and wonderful weather ordered and planned by the Hanover committee. L. B. Richardson has closed his last entertainment contract, including, if we should boast, the cream of the North Country attractions. Joe Wentworth, the sage of Red Hill, will be toastmaster, and, standing once more behind the bat, will receive the verbal curves of quite a galaxy of orators, while Chelsea will take his place on the third base coaching lines, as it will be impossible to keep him quiet on the bench. Ben Prescott will wear a mask to play the outfield, due to a post-prohibition accident. Once again the 1900 banner will cover the portal of Mass. Hall, and old days, old trumps, and even old John will be revived.
Brothers from faraway lands we hope will be with us-Risley, Yeaton, Drew, Salinger, Virgin, Marshall, and the linguist Sawyer. Even elusive men like Alvah Fowler and Bill Howard may be with us. It's a 1900 35th reunion, a milestone in the life of over a hundred men, educated during the transitional period in the history of Dartmouth College, come back to reaffirm their expression of loyalty to the College. Collectively proud, individually modest, but glorying in the steady, brilliant growth of the College since the struggling days of the late '90's.
Homer Keyes left early in May for a Western trip, making his first stop at Chicago, where he addressed the Antiquarian Society of the Art Institute of Chicago, and then on to Kansas City for another less formal but equally important engagement.
Charley Dolloff is back on his feet again after a good rest, and plans to make the Hanover reunion his first tour of pleasure
Don Tuttle is buzzing around the state in the interests of the Development Commission of which James Langley, Dartmouth '18, is chairman. Don's boy is getting to be quite a strapping youth, and before we know it will be a freshman in college.
Walter Rankin's grandchildren are increasing with remarkable rapidity, so that the Secretary's statistics are in a complete turmoil. Walter is kept pretty busy visiting his various households, scattered rather carelessly around the country.
No more items of news until next fall, for what's the use? Come to the reunion and get them first hand. They will be more accurate and more interesting, and can be sung to the new rendition of "The Old Gray Bonnet," which you all remember Walter Rankin paraphrased for our Tenth.
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
