Class of 1903
Word comes from New York that "Bolz" French has been ill for some time—to be more specific, since the Dartmouth-Princeton game. The last two games with Princeton have been heart-breakers, but never you mind, "Bolz," there's another year already with us and here's hoping you see the jinx broken. We understand that "Bolz" is well along the road to recovery. The class sends heartiest greetings.
A letter from "Tinker" Erwin from Ludlow, Vt., tells of a surprise contact with no less a personage than our own Bob Davis. Bob, instead of being in New Y.ork or Paris—well I'll quote "Tinker's" own words: "Just before Christmas I hada real surprise. A car with a D. C. numberplate stopped out front, and a strappingbig man wearing a long overcoat and ablue beret got out. Bob Davis! TheFrench-Spanish border had proven noplace for him and his family, with Spanishrefugees camping like gypsies all over hisestate, stealing cattle, pigs, and everythingedible. Bob plans to be in Hanover andMiddlebury, Vt., this winter. However hewas heading for Florida for a week whenhe left Ludlow. Same old Bob!" Now I ask you, can you suggest any formula for a class secretary to use in locating and relocating classmates? I need a bird dog for that "feller."
Thirty-odd years out of college allows just about time for the beginnings of real accomplishments by sons of the class. In the Manchester Union of December 12 last there appeared just such a story concerning Edward C. Newell, son of our own Dr. Charles Newell, who died in 1924. To quote in part, ''One of the most modernscientific criminologists in the country today—Mr. Newell represents the moderntrend in scie?itific and practical application of criminology to police administration and criminal investigation." After graduating from New Hampshire University, Edward took a four years' course in the Institute of Criminology of Seattle, Wash. For the past three years he has been associated with the Scientific Detective Laboratories, during which time he has been connected with various international and nationally famous cases.
The memory of the dinner with Frank Wentworth as guest, referred to in last month's notes, lingers with those who participated. The fact that the friendships of college days are real and lasting was fully verified on that occasion. The thirty-odd years of lack of personal contact seemed to have made no difference whatsoever. And that is a test worth applying. A letter has been received from Frank, expressing his warm appreciation for the honor paid him and the pleasure of seeing classmates.
Ned and Charlotte Kenerson with Dick and Helen Brown turned off the beaten paths for a brief automobile trip to Cape Breton Island this last summer, where Ned sized up prospects for a future fishing trip. Always considerable of a fisherman of the fresh-water type, Ned listened to yarns of monstrous sea salmon just waiting to be lured from the inlets of the island, of how old and decrepid fishermen sit on the bank and pull in one beauty after the other. Believing that he has not yet reached any such physical state, Ned is already burning with enthusiasm at future prospects. Dick shakes his head in the affirmative, and who can deny them?
Many thanks to all you fellows who so thoughtfully remembered me at Christmas. May this year of 1937 be one long to be remembered by you for blessings heaped upon you.
Secretary, 198 Humphrey St., Marblehead, Mass.
