Class of 1928

June is upon us again. The seventh June since we graduated, as Len Killkelley said, "cum difficultate," and with the June comes this, the last of your present correspondent's homilies. Let us take as our model and text Chaucer's Parson:

"But rather wolde he yeven, out of doute,Unto his povre parisshens aboute

Of his offryng and eek of his substaunce." Bearing this generosity in mind, if vou have not yet sent your tithe to the Alumni Fund be a good guy and put it in the mail. We are out for a large percentage of contributors, and don't feel that your little bit won't count. Anything, I repeat, anything up to one hundred dollars is gratefuljy accepted. We set the limit at one hundxed for the time being, because we can't have any class agents floored by shock so early in the campaign by the receipt of anything larger just now.

The smiling snowbird whose picture appears this month is Marie Louise Kenerson, three-year-old daughter of Jack Kenerson. Marie Louise and her mother and father have just moved into a grand new house in Winchester, Mass., where, not long since, the Kenerson hospitality was extended to a few of the brethren, to wit, Johnny and Ethel Nixon, Charlie and Mary Proctor, and my good wife Charlotte and myself. After leaving Hanover Jack taught for a year at Lyndon Institute, and then went to work for Ginn & Co., whose textbooks brought most of us up. He now travels about New England selling, and finds himself now and then in contact with his old roommate, Ev Field, who is doing the same kind of work for McGraw-Hills. Jack and Frin are very active in the social life of Winchester, and, not content with bringing up his own family, Jack is giving of his muscles and time to the local Boy Scout troop.

From Roy Myers, through Roy Milliken, we have the following: "I have just beenawarded an American Field Service Fellowship, and am sailing in June for aboutfifteen months abroad, more particularlyin France, of course. The thing whichpleases me most is the fact that UnionCollege, where I have been an assistantprofessor of modern languages only sincethe first of February, has granted me ayear's leave of absence. That means I shallbe able to come back to something afterthe year is over. At least that is the logicalconclusion. There is always a slip somewhere possibly, but I can't see any thistime. I intend to work in Paris and in Brussels in the libraries there on my thesiswork. I want to publish the first part ofwhat I hope will be a 'Histoire du sentiment musicale dans la litterature franchise," which you will have no trouble inseeing will be a history of musical appreciation as seen in French literature, whatthey thought about music and the rolethat it played in their lives, etc., etc. I maywell have my Ph.D., but the problem nowis to get the dissertation in shape for publication purposes and to continue where Ileft off. Furthermore, spending a year inParis and environs is better than spendingit in Schenectady. I think you'll agree." Well, Roy, je-n'ai ever been in either Schenectady or Paris, but without doubt you have the right idea. Give a cordial greeting from 1928 to the Rue de la Paix, Les Petites Poules, and all the other spots so famed in song and story.

We overlooked a nuptial note last month, of all things. Hazen Sturtevant has gone and done it. He and Lois Armstrong of Great Barrington, Mass., were married in March, and have now settled down in Plymouth, N. H., where Sturdy is conducting a flourishing law office.

Old Walter Minchell Phelan comes through with another item. Rem Kinne has become a father again. Rem and his wife are rejoicing over the advent of a little girl to their present family, which also includes a boy, now five years old. Rem is with the A & P, traveling for them south of Boston, and lives in Needham.

Here is a bargain. All for the small sum of five cents, the cost of a telephone call from Cambridge to Brookline, the following item of interest is bought: Monty Wells, who has been married for two years, is now teaching math and physics at Brookline High School. In addition to the teaching he also coaches the track team. He says that he has given up his competitive running and now confines all of his track work to coaching. Well, Whv not. When you get to be our age you'can't go all over the country leaping over artificial wooden fences.

Charlie Proctor and his wife are living in Brighton when they are not dashing oil to some mountainous retreat to ski Charlie is in the sporting goods business in Boston and on the side is functioning with the Olympic Ski Team Committee He was out to the national meet in Mt Rainier National Park last month in an official capacity, and I am anxious to see him and find out if it is true that that Austrian who won the down-hill two-mile ski race in two minutes and a half, beating the Green's Dick Durrance the while, really waves his ski poles aloft and yodels' while whirling down the steeps.

So saying, we come to the end of our rope and encumbency, and end with one more plea for a prompt response to the Alumni Fund appeal. We must reach that eighty per cent contributors' goal and we must have Dartmouth Hall rebuilt by the time we go back for that tenth reunion in 1938, if we have to build it up again ourselves. You will be glad to know that Roy is now free from that intense pressure of business and will take up the column again in the next issue. It has been great fun substituting for him, and I only hope that my virtue of regularity has made up for the lack of brilliance. Vale.

Marie Louise Kenerson 3-year-old daughter of John Kenerson '28

Secretary, Wm. Iselin & Co. 357 Fourth Ave., New York As prepared by ROBERT M. EDGAR 41 Grozier Rd., Cambridge, Mass.