Class of 1914

Here it is of an early March Thursday evening and the April Notes have to be done and the cat won't be ready to come in for half an hour yet and Life and Time won't be here for twenty-four hours, and needing something hard to write against we pick a book at random—it is the Life of Francois Villon, which, mes enfants, came automatically from the Book of the Month Club—just in case we may be accused of too erudite an allusion, and we happened to open to Frankie's college days at the University of Paris.

Well, the game wasn't so different even though they have tampered with the implements and rules, but in general the basic questions and answers were pretty much the same—a little study, a little play, a little gadding about, brawls and balls, with an ornate diploma at the end of the rainbow in Latin, of course, even as you and I.

Now that we are well begun we literally bumped into a Fifteener, one Morey, on the New York train who—that is to say, Morey—dabbles in cotton down South and reports Mat Hallett in excellent health and in full bloom as a Southern gentleman in the city of Charlotte, N. C., suh. Morey reports further that he frequently contacts Rudy von Lenz, who has gone and got himself a fine job in the chemical industry. Oh, the modesty of you all. If it weren't for our traveling reporters we would never know about it. Anyway, Rudy, congratulation and best of luck!

Thanks to Red Loudon we can tell you that Elmer Robinson called in Minneapolis recently; that Dud Colby is again regularly situated in Omaha, having been given a decided promotion with the telephone company. Pine cones to you, Dud!

Red writes further that .... "My sorority, after a succession of flu, colds, andsickness through all of December and earlyJanuary finally started for the balmyclimate of California, where they struckfreezing weather and have only recentlythawed out to a point of taking off sweatersand wool socks as sleeping garments. Theyare all fine now, however, and are gettingout in the sun and sand."

Alec Tuck recently got three columns in the New York press appearing at a charity function. Haven't seen Alec since Hanover. Put on considerable weight and a moustache and takes a fine picture withal.

Paul Howe, we learn from Jim Gregg, has deserted Syracuse and has joined our Boston community, having become connected with the Holtzer Cabot Electric Company. This now clears up a minor mystery of a tall customer gent who honored us recently and merely left the name "Howe." Next time, Paul, please wait, for we never take long for lunch—well, almost never.

PEPPARD CLAIMS LAST FOURTEEN SON

This garbled line is just our little first of April pleasantry and by way of saying that John is not a father again but George Boggs is. John writes us thereof, and really does claim that as the New Boggsette is probably the last son of a Fourteener to be expected, the fact should be duly recorded, which we do with hearty congratulations to George and Helen Boggs.

Something seems to be ailing the long Peppard. Says he has been existing on a diet of spinach and carrots for months and preserves his sunny disposition withal. He concludes by recalling he saw .... "BillTaft driving down State Street in a horseand buggy last week"—which, if true, would be interesting.

Something must have happened to our Roving Reporter this past month, for there is not a word from him. If he continues to let us down we shall do his profile personally, as he is really an uppercruster himself.

"Mr. John Piane

"Dear Sir.

"What will you swap for a nice shinypair of skis with bindings and shoes, etcetera? They have never been used for thesnow you promised did not fall. Will consider any good offer except a snow storm. "SEC."

We caught Ted Lavin on the fly on the Common and he had just enough time to tell us he had recently talked with Howard Fahey on the phone and if the television set had been working he is sure Howie was looking fit.

Ted's parting warning was to the class in general to be careful when driving through Bridgeport, for Jack Conners has been appointed to the State Safety Council and is taking his new duties very very seriously.

Secretary, 367 Boylston St., Boston