Class of 1900
The Secretary has returned from his wanderings up and down the earth for the purpose of bringing light and cheer to the Alumni Associations of the Middle West. He has become used to the idea of age, as he was often the oldest alumnus present at these meetings and has painstakingly explained, in response to questions from unregenerate members of each group, how he got the name of "Cheerless": reason for which, he should think, is evident on its face and should require no explanation. So far as contacts with 1900 men were concerned, the journey was not an entire success. Flourishing associations exist in Albany, Cleveland, Cincinnati, St. Louis, Milwaukee, Minneapolis, and Detroit, but no 1900 man adorns any of these communities. In Chicago he did talk with Mrs. Condit over the telephone, obtaining the gratifying news of Day's slow but steady improvement. Sam Banning, however, was absent from his office when the attempt was made to get in touch with him, nor could Jed Prouty be located. To meet his classmates, evidently an. itinerary will have to be arranged to include Concord, N. H., Worcester, Mass., Sydney, N. S., Santa Marta, Colombia, and Toungoo, Burma.
Walter Rankin broke loose from business recently for a stay in Bermuda, which he describes as pleasant and enjoyable, but marred by the fact that he had to come back and get down to business once again.
Professor Loring Dodd breaks into print in the Boston Post with objections to the celebration by the Metropolitan Museum of New York of the sooth anniversary of the birth of John Singleton Copley in 1937, while the Boston Art Museum celebrates the same event in 1938. It is Loring's idea that these two institutions might well get together and agree upon the date of an event which, in all probability, could have taken place but once.
The recent winter has not been fortunate for the Brooks family. Mrs. Brooks has not been well: the younger daughter, who came from New York to be with her mother, broke her leg when upon a skiing expedition—during the ski season the hills of New Hampshire are the cause of more breaks in the human anatomy than any region of equal area on earth; the three-year-old grandchild required a serious and unusual operation. Bob reports, however, that everything eventually turned out well, and that the family is proceeding upon an even keel once again.
That magnum opus, the interim report of the class, came out early in April; a modest mimeographed affair, which was immediately blanketed by Owen Hoban's report for '99. The latter is an elaborate printed document, with pictures of Long Jim, Judges Brown and Donahue and other worthies of that vintage, and everything: a painstaking and excellent job. It should be understood, however, that in our report the lack of pictures is not to be attributed to any deficiency of personal pulchritude, worth, or dignity among us. A certain innate modesty has always characterized us, which has made us shrink from thus flaunting our visages to the world at large.
One mistake (so far) has been detected in the 1900. document. Martin is described as out of touch with the Secretary. This was due to a mix-up of addresses. The Duke may be reached at 912 Clifton Ave., Springfield, Ohio.
Receipt of the report by widows of deceased classmates brought a number of letters containing items of interest. Mrs. Hadley rejoices that Gus' boy, now a freshman, is able to follow his father's footsteps in college, Mrs. Fowler (J. M.) writes that Minot's son, now in the second year in the Tuck School, is to enter Harvard Law School next fall, while, of the two daughters, Jean is a junior in Mt. Holyoke and Isabel expects to enter Vassar in 1939. Mrs. Long disputes the claim of Ted Cate that he and Walter Rankin have, jointly, the most beautiful grandchild in America, and proposes as an opposing candidate John's grandson, the ten-months-old son of George H. Long '3O. John's daughter, Mary, is doing social security work for the Luckenbach Steamship Company.
The Secretary's oldest son, Robert Clayton (D. C. '2B), was married in Hanover on April 3 to Miss Marjorie Martell.
Dr. John Warden is busy among his Indians at Gheen, Minn., making light of a touch of pneumonia and a hand badly jammed in the door of his automobile. Recently he sent to the Secretary a stone implement which was dug up by his C.C.C. men in a gravel bed in that region, with the statement that it looked old to him but, nevertheless, he "dunno." The Secretary "dunno," too, but, upon consultation with that gentlemanly and learned branch of the College Faculty which specializes in primitive man, the implement is pronounced to be an Indian hammer, used by the women to pound buffalo meat into pemmican and, incidentally, to whack such captives as might be taken in order that fun might be provided for the assembled tribe. The hammer now rests in the Wilson Museum, and the thanks of that institution go to John for his gift.
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
