Class of 1904
The residence of John W. Cronin was broken into during the night of October Bth, and an automobile was stolen from a nearby house to carry off the plunder. The address is 61 Shattuck Street, Watertown
.... this so that none of you second story workers will waste an evening in that neighborhood.
Coming into our lobby on the afternoon of October nth I found a large man somewhat overstuffed in appearance waiting to see me. Approaching cautiously I perceived a ruddy cheeked, bright eyed, youngish looking chap, a stranger, whom I found to be wearing the face of A. K. Fat 'O3 Smith. Seeing my white head Fat lost no time in removing his hat to show me a fine black head of hair to complete the picture of youth I had already noted. It's the first time we have seen each other for nearly a third of a century, and we enjoyed a pleasant hour discussing the lean football years at the beginning of the century when a half portion of india rubber, full grown in energy, football knowledge, and determination to make the Dartmouth football team a real one, pulled our hair, kicked us in the self-padded portion of our pants, and otherwise mistreated everyone who tipped the scales at 175 or more, and made them all love him for his sincerity of purpose- Mac?— Yes, Mac's the man he branded us with all the hoof prints frozen in the campus slush during the early weeks of November and those who survived the training period found the Saturday games a rest period. It was a pleasure to see Mac . . . . Walter E. Mac '97 McCornack in Hanover last June for his fortieth and to have the real privilege of entertaining Mrs. MacCornack, Emily, Bud and Mac as he gave them their first view of New Hampshire. Bud is a member of the entering class this fall.
Here's another example of the effect of red in the human animal lil' Arthur Charro n with Mrs. Charron and Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher started for the Berkshires only to chase the maple leaves the length of Vermont, to Woodstock, then to Hanover and being only 70 miles away dropped in here for a little visit before returning to his lair in the top of Boston's PostofEce Building. Ike appears younger each time 1 see him and will soon need a certificate to prove that he ever associated with this crowd of ours on even terms.
Our Zeus Marshall is gone, but what happy memories he leaves with those of us who have been fortunate enough to spend time with him frequently and to enjoy the rare charm of his character. It has been the good fortune of my family to know him as a neighbor while he was Rector of Holderness School, and also to know members of his parish during three separate church appointments in Hartford, Conn., Plymouth, N. H., and Lexington, Mass.
From Williamsburg, Va., dated Oct. 12th comes this fine contribution to our column from Charlie 'O6 Milham. We are lucky to have so good a foreign correspondent as Charlie. "My wife and I were crossing on August 16, last, from Harwich, England, to Flushing, Holland, on the good ship 'Oranje Nassau' and I went down to the dining room to inquire about having a few sandwiches sent to the cabin for the member who is not a good sailor. A strong and lusty voice suddently boomed out—'Hello there, Charlie Milham, what in hell are you doing here?' .... The voice could only have come from a big, rather heavy man, somewhat bald of pate, who sat about ten feet away, eating a sturdy Dutch meal. There wasn't anything about him that placed him in my memory. So, rather dubiously:—Was it you who spoke to me? I'm Charlie Milham, but I've got to confess I don't know who you are' . . . . 'Mosely 'o4' .... Well of all people .... Bob Mosely What are you doing here?' .... 'Twas a long story, and what with recollections of one-time Glee Club, St. Thomas Church and other Hanover days, interspersed with comment on Dave Austin, Rufus 'O5 Day, Hayward Rolfe, Jack Nolan, Bill Gray, Bruce Sanborn, Carl Woods, at al, it lasted nearly all the way to Flushing. Bob if you please was on the way to Delft, in Holland, there to spend a few days delving into 16th and 17th Century records in search of a few ancestors. Said ancestors are, in a way, known to my wife and me, for our Virginia histories contain some Mosely portraits with a clearly discernible Dutch landscape as background. It seems that the genealogy of his family is one of Bob's hobbies and that in his researches into that genealogy he had been blocked by missing records which might (or might not) be found in Delft. He had been left rather free to take up the search in Holland, for the doctor son was in Switzerland and Mrs. Mosely and the younger boy were in New England. You may have seen them during the summer. Bob said they were going to spend part of it in New Hampshire and part in Maine, if memory serves me. Also, the boy was to go to school in New England this winter and it was hoped that he might enter Dartmouth next year." Greetings to you Bob Mosely from the class.
Secretary, Waterville Inn, Waterville Valley, N. H.
