Class of 1901

The New York crowd announce that they have resumed the monthly class luncheons at the new Dartmouth Club House, and they hope all classmates in the Big City on the first Thursday of the month will drop in and meet with them at noon. The new club house is very attractive, and the dining room and its service is far ahead of the old.

The class poem written by Mary Elizabeth Stevens, Smith '3B, has been set to music, and will be sung as the Class Ode at the Ivy Day exercises, Saturday, June 18.

Sunday, May 8, Shirley and Carl Owen had a luncheon party for some of the class and their wives. Those who were fortunate enough to be able to be present saw the Owens' beautiful new home—a French chateau type of dwelling in lovely grounds. Ledges such as we see in New England crop out of the ground, one large one making the background of a pool with water flowers, azaleas, some dogwood, and myriads of tulips were in bloom. It was so beautiful a setting it almost subdued Joe Raphael and Jim McCarten.

Joe drove up with Pearl and Bunker from Brooklyn, the first to arrive. The first one of the family they saw was Dickie Owen, who was asked about this Yale infection he had had. He said he was all recovered, and the only banner he had in his room was "green." Joe drove up well enough, but never would have found the place but for Bunker's intelligent interpretation of a map which Carl had copyrighted and published. Pearl was kept to the back seat and was quiet except when Joe would pass a red light. He explained away such a thing by saying "it was only a little pink." Jim and Roxy lost their way, even though they had formerly lived in Bronxville.

Cuddy, the cautious, and his boss came by train, but entrusted himself to Farmer Rugg and his wife to be driven home. Swampy March and his wife drove down from White Plains. We found out that the Rugg family and the Marsh family each live on "the other side of the tracks" in that town!

Shirley made everyone very much at home until Carl finally returned from the golf course. Joe asked him what he broke, and he said "only the Sabbath and his disposition."

The gang suddenly hurried into the house, whether for fear of being dampened by a little shower or a desire to dampen their oesophagi was a debatable point. No one passed up the amber fluid, though it was not necessary in order to do justice to a delicious luncheon which ended with moulds of ice cream of proper green color.

Shirley took the ladies and the keeper of the harem, as he was properly acclaimed, through the upper floor, which seemed perfection in all the furnishings and appointments. The bathrooms are so beautiful it must be hard for the Owens to wait for Saturday night. In the meantime, the rest of the crowd listened to Jim tell that as a fooball player he was a fairly good third baseman.

Everyone then inspected the basement, which has a lovely bowling alley and a recreation room with a fine bar, equipped with everything but the most necessary. However, Carl almost promised to rectify that before we next attend—that is if Shirley and he will ever invite any more from 1901. The real gentlemen of the class could not be present, so Gillis, at least, will be invited another time. Misbehave as Joe did, it was a lovely party and a very gracious thing for Shirley and Carl to do. It will be remembered for a long time.

Secretary, 37 Berkeley St., Nashua, N. H.