Class of 1894

Mrs. Charles Ellsworth Harris announces the marriage of her daughter Marjorie to Mr. Archibald Fairly Carr Jr., on Friday, January the first, Nineteen hundred and thirty-seven, at Fort Myers, Florida.

The Secretary played "safety first" rather than golf this summer, but he could not forego the pleasure of a call on the chief justice of New Hampshire at his mansion in Keene. In the course of the conversation it came out that Jack's wife had been traveling a bit, and, in the course of a journey through the Panama Canal, had run across none other than Professor Frederick A. Bushee and his wife. Mrs. Jack reported that the Bushees were keenly interested in news about the class, had satisfactory alibis for non-attendance at reunions, and were hoping that in due time they could come. That was another instance—when 94 gets together a happy time is enjoyed by all.

In the course of wandering the other afternoon, the Secretary found himself not far from the former home of Fred L. Mudgett at Sterling Junction, Mass. He discovered Mudgett's son, Vernon, in charge of the old farm with every evidence of the young man's being a "chip off the old block" so far as successful farming was concerned. The young man seems to have made quite a reputation for himself with Guernsey cows. Unfortunately Fred's wife was not at home. The report was that she had retired from her service as matron at Simmons College and was not living with her son. The two daughters are married; one with her home in Quechee, Vt., the other at Lakeville, Conn. It is needless to say that the three children are college graduates.

Fred Smalley appears to be well established in Andover, Me., as a family doctor of the old school that we knew more about in our boyhood than we do now. He has purchased property locally known as the Wing estate on the shore of Christopher Lake at Bryant Pond. A few years of practice in Lebanon, followed by an active span of nearly a generation in Reading, Mass., ought to entitle him to tranquil and less strenuous days before the afterglow really sets in.

Secretary, 14 Beacon St., Boston