Class of 1900

When a secretary, of lovable and sympathetic personality, serves a class for twentyfive years, he makes for himself a place in the hearts of all its members which no other man can fill. Natt Emerson was the binding force which held the class of 1900 together; he was to every member of it an unobtrusive but understanding friend. With his passing things among us can never be quite the same. He who tries to take his place shows more courage than sense' of discretion. But having been commandeered by the high officials of the class to perform such a duty, that member whose name appears above appeals to his classmates for sympathy in his rash undertaking and for cooperation to make his efforts—so far as possible—a success.

In behalf of the class the Secretary wishes to thank the representatives of other classes for their expressions of sympathy on Natt's death. His services to the College and his influence upon it were, indeed, confined in no way to any one of its branches.

Hanover is a remote place. News reaches it only a long time after it has ceased to be news anywhere else. We have indeed learned of the assasination of Lincoln, and there are rumors that something has happened to Garfield, but who is this man, McKinley? If this alumni column is to be kept up to date, items must be sent in by each and all. Write about yourself, your wife, your children, your dog, your golf game (but not too much about this), your 1921 Buick, or your 1935 Rolls-Royce. If you don't want to write about yourself, tell something on a classmate. If you do none of these things, the Secretary will draw upon his imagination, which is in good working order, and will result in news of startling and original nature.

Here is a cheering note for a group whose diplomas date back more than thirty-five years. "Elaine Ann NewtonDecember 14th, 1935Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Lee Newton." All our congratulations to Arthur and Mrs. Newton.

But let us not assume too sprightly an attitude. The note in one of the Boston papers implying that "Professor Charles A. Proctor, of Dartmouth College" performed certain spectacular gyrations on skis at the recent Sportsmen's Show in the Boston Garden is not to be taken at its face value. It turns out that our Charles did not rishis venerable bones and his academic dignity; it was young Charles, now a recognized authority on all things pertaining to skiing.

Walter Blair's son, William, entered Boston University this fall. His daughter, Elizabeth, is the head of the Camp Fire Girls organization in New Haven, Conn.

While in Concord recently the Secretary dropped in on Dr. Charles H. Dolloff, superintendent of the New Hampshire State Hospital. Charlie is looking well, and has apparently completely recovered from his recent indisposition. While the Secretary has lived in New Hampshire all his life, he is not so well informed as he should be of its institutions, and was astounded at the magnitude of the plant, and the responsibility which rests upon the superintendent in the care of his two thousand guests. As usual, Charles was hospitable and offered lodgings for the night. This was undoubtedly the result of his kind heart, but the Secretary was a bit nervous. Just how does one get out of such a place in an emergency; and what would be the attitude of his friends and acquaintances if called upon to give honest testimony before a lunacy commission. It didn't seem worth while to risk it, so the Secretary stayed elsewhere.

Secretary, 11 North Park St., Hanover, N. H.