1903*

"Time changes, and we with time- But not in the ways of friendship." This little sentiment culled from amongst the Christmas cards so many of you fellows sent me struck a responsive chord with me. I hand it on in these notes with many thanks and a Happy New Year to you all.

Another most pleasing remembrance came in the form of a card bearing the likeness of a sturdy little fellow born June 27, 1937, and signed David Noyes, Dartmouth '58. If ever the Dean of Freshmen sees the picture he'll turn the pages to the class of '58 and enroll David without investigation. Personality of a winning type marks that youngster. David is the son of Dr. and Mrs. Arthur P. Noyes of Norristown, Pa.

Frank Drown has been reported as back upon the West Coast and as making a call upon Herbert Follett in San Francisco. Frank has, undoubtedly, seen as much of our country in the course of his professional work as any man in the class. I have wondered if Frank keeps record of his mileage. James Aloysius Farley says he keeps the Post-office Department in debt trying to locate him. Frank, you will recall, is a statistician (industrial, vital, and criminal), and his sources of inquiry are more frequently than not widely scattered.

Announcement has recently been made of the engagement of Miss Grace Leslie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Graham Porter Leslie of New York City, to Edwin Burbeck Mudge, Dartmouth '34 and son of Dr. and Mrs. Otis P. Mudge of Amesbury, Mass. Miss Leslie is a graduate of Skidmore College, 1937.

Tim Lyman, M.D., of Sacramento, Calif., the good old scout that he always was, has written me a long letter and forwarded literature concerning the big Dartmouth Pow-Wow and the Stanford game. As usual the letter forbids publication of much that would interest you, such as the disappointment he felt over John McElroy's not keeping his promise to attend the Dartmouth-Stanford game, etc. However he tells of the roundup with Frank Wentworth and Herb Follett, and intimates that one roundup in thirty-five years is all too few, though deeply appreciated. He tells of his ride to Palo Alto in a party of six: Henniker Sanborn '02 and his wife, Wayne Perkins '04 and his wife, and Tim and Mrs. Lyman, and of the battle the Dartmouth team fought against odds. Tim held a double interest in the game, for he graduated from Dartmouth and received his M.D. from Stanford. For a new England lad that is just unusual. Suffice to say Tim was cheering for Dartmouth—that would never be unusual. The best of all is the recovery of Tim's health and the very evident desire to soon return to active work in his profession.

Charlie Luce in writing of Billy Keyes' death speaks of his helpful services to the class in the past and of his unusual personality. He tells how late afternoon found him passing the Parkman grandstand on Boston Common one day last summer, where at such an hour its environs are often used as a rostrum for the elucidation of all sorts of ideas by those who love to be heard. In the crowd he spotted Billy Keyes. "How come, Billy?" "Oh, I often stop to hear these fellows and some of their ideas. I get a great kick out of it." Thus it was that Billy, lacking the desire to orate himself, enjoyed hearing the ideas of others.

Robert Davis, professor of modern history at Middlebury College, former pastor of the First Presbyterian church of Englewood, N. J., 1910-1919, returned to his congregation recently and preached a sermon on, "A Simple Definition for Christianity." Last summer, Bob, as Spanish correspondent with the New York HeraldTribune was with General Franco's army in Spain, and that accounts for Bob's absence from reunion. Dog-gone these wars.

Alex Stockwell, who for 32 years has been located in business in Boston,' resigned his position last May and spent the summer at his old home on the Saint John river in New Brunswick. In the fall Alex and his wife motored to Florida and then back into North Carolina, where they expect to remain for the winter. A return to Saint John River, N. B., will be made in the spring, where Alex expects to make his permanent home.

Secretary, 198 Humphrey St., Marblehead, Mass.