1900*

Harry Hutchins has found the conditions at Black Acre, his home near Lancaster, a hit severe for a solitary stay during the winter season, and has moved temporarily to the Elms Hotel in that town, with the plan of spending the greater part of the remainder of the winter with his sister in New York. His typewriter must have frozen up, for he apologizes needlessly for "elucidating my thoughts by the holographic method," which, for you dubs who do not know, means writing with his own hand. To the envy of the rest of us, Harry always did have at his control a powerful lot of hundred-horse-power words. His health seems reasonably good, and his spirit, as usual, is excellent.

He was good enough to send to the Secretary a recent letter from John Warden, full of philosophical comments on things and men, apparently busy and happy in his medical work among the Indians in the wilds of Minnesota: work which takes him on his travels of some 4000 miles a month. John's estimate of Indians is that they are like whiskey, "some's better than others," which, perhaps might apply to all of us. John falls down stairs occasionally so that he has to walk for a time with a cane, he has had a bout with pneumonia, he jams his fingers badly in the door of his car, and he gets rid of his teeth, but, on the whole, seems generally husky. His son is now a student in the University of Minnesota, while Mrs. Warden is with her aunt in Hanover and may join John in what he calls his tamarack swamp when the warm weather comes.

Don Tuttle's work goes on effectively. The Secretary has recently received from him a map of New Hampshire, showing all the facilities of the state at the disposal of the devotees of skiing. Don's aim was not good in this case, for the Secretary has never been on skis and never will, although in the past he has greatly endangered his financial solvency by buying ski equipment for his progeny. Better directed was a New Hampshire poster recently received, which was far from hard on the eyes. You can get one yourself by mailing 50 cents to the State Planning and Development Commission at Concord (advt.). We publicity men (unless we are in rival lines) have to stick together like columnists in the daily press; hence this boost for Don. But he really needs no boost from anyone.

Don also sends letters from Harry and Mrs. Marshall, coming from the wilds of Burma, which they are working to make less wild, indicating that a busy life, health, and happiness are their lot. The letterhead contains a map giving the location of the Baptist mission stations and showing that Toungoo, Harry's headquarters, is near the center of the country about half-way between Rangoon and Mandalay. Now you know all about it. Harry's only complaint is that few of his American friends get so far away from home as to penetrate that region. A suggestion for a class round-up. Let us all go to Toungoo next time and sit around watching the elephants pulling teak.

The December number of Antiques contains an appreciative article upon Homer Keyes, its editorial founder, stressing his extensive technical knowledge of various fields in which the number of authorities has been few and his pioneer work in many directions. Even more striking is a series of letters from devotees of various phases of Homer's specialty, many from persons who did not know him personally, extolling not only his competence, his wide range of interest, and his technical shrewdness, but, most of all, his ever-present helpfulness and his readiness to encourage and advise those with whom he came in contact, either personally or by correspondence. The issue also contained an article by Homer, in all probability his last.

The Alumni Records Office send us a change of Jennings' home address to 3 Hampshire St., Everett, Mass.

On Christmas Day Lucelia, daughter of Gilbert and Mrs. Balkam, was married at Wollaston, Mass., to Mr. Arthur Kendall Tinkham. The newly married couple will make their home at Springfield, Mass.

According to the recent arrangement of the Executive Committee of the class the ALUMNI MAGAZINE now comes to all 1900 men, thus increasing by two or three hundred per-cent the circulation of these notes. Their quality should be improved in a similar ratio, but remember that their completeness depends upon their readers. Please refrain from modesty and tell us what of interest is happening to you. But if you must be modest, at least tell us what is happening to some classmate of whom you know. Hanover is not the best of all strategic points for the collection of news.

Secretary, Hanover, N. H