1905*

Secretary, Rm. 703, 58 Chauncy St., Boston

On Tuesday, March 21, the musical service at the chapel was directed by Wyman Vaughan 1939, son our own James A. Vaughan. It will be remembered that "Jimmy" showed unquestioned musical ability back in 1901-05 in rendering, with power and attack, such old favorites as "I've been working on the railroad." Blood will tell.

James R. (Bob) and Mrs. Merriam have purchased the Alden Tavern at Lyme, N. H., ten miles north of Hanover on an excellent highway, and plan to take possession during the latter part of April. This old inn is a most comfortable and attractive place, with an excellent reputation back of it, and all '05 members can make reservations there with certainty that they will be satisfactorily looked after. Success to you, Mine Host Bob!

For these interesting items of news we are indebted to C. C.

McFeeters is a member of the Vermont legislature as state senator from his district. His home address continues at St. Albans, where he reports that the general practice of law is keeping him active. Daughter Marjorie has a position with the Ashman-Selwyn, Ltd., New York advertising specialists. Son William is employed by the state of Vermont.

Jake Smith is also active as a Solon this winter, serving as a representative in the New Hampshire state legislature. He is interested in all progressive measures, but is lending special efforts toward the control and propagation of clams in the seacoast town of Seabrook. Jake has pointed out that the fried clam is an almost unheard-of luxury in the cities of the Midwest. Properly packed, clams could be made available for the fish purveyors over a large area. His slogan is "The field of the market is unlimited!"

Here's to you, Jake. We all like clams.

"Put" was sole '05 representative at the Dartmouth Night dinner of the Dartmouth Club of Northern New Jersey.

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

The '05 Outing Season officially opens for 1939 at the home of Sliver and Mrs. Hatch, 35 Pickwick Road, West Newton, near the Braeburn Country Club, Saturday, May 20, at 2 P.M., rain or shine. From Boston, go out Commonwealth Avenue to about one quarter mile beyond Newton City Hall; then turn left into Fuller St.; go along Fuller St. a short distance; then turn left into Pickwick Road. Bring your own picnic supper. Notify the Secretary as early as possible if you are planning to be there.

How THE MID-WEST TREATS AN '05er

Unless you have heard the threatening mutter in his voice and seen the evil intent in his eye and started as his fist pounded the desk with the order, "I want to see the editor," you never have known what life may or may no longer be.

Being an editor in a Mid-West town, evening, morning, and Sunday, is just that. It's the joy and the distress of being an editor, it's the infinite variety of the Middle West, and it's an all-day, all-night, seven-day-a-week job. I really don't know why somebody has never thought of making a law about it.

It seems that 'OS simply passes me by. Seldom does a classmate come my way. I continue to promise myself a few weeks of vacation at Hanover, but along comes a new tax or a rise in the price of print paper or a drop in the price of hogs to make me change my plans. The nearest I get to New Hampshire is the raising of Hampshire hogs—you ought to see 'emout on the farm.

What has the Mid-West done to an '05er in the twenty-four—it can't be thirty-four— years since we war-marched-with-the-priests down the aisle of the College church. That's the strange assignment Bob Harding has given me. In my case it has provided a pleasant home, not rich but just right, with Sister Amelia, whom some of you have met, in charge and sharing whatever joys or misfortunes the days may bring. It has given me interesting employment at a job that I enjoy to the fullest and at which I work the best I know. It has given me the joy of seeing a group of boys go to nearby colleges, helped along by a little fund kept up with odd-money from occasional extra writing and speaking. It has given Melia and me the opportunity of some travel, and we promise to continue as long as Hitler and Mussolini leave the world safe for searchers and sojourners. So the world goes for us, with little of excitement but much of living.

If I were to do it all over again? I should do the same I have been doingexcept I should do it much better. I should have more initiative, more confidence, more courage. I know I could do the job better but I won't get another trial.

There's a bit of a thump in my heart when I think of the old days in Dartmouth hall with Laing, Day, Brown, Knibbs, Moore, Putnam, and all the rest. How splendidly all are acquitting themselves!

I'm sure I have written too much about myself. There's a fellow coming in the door now. I know he wants to see the editor! EICHENAUER '05.

The picture indicates that "age has not staled " Has he (formerly a master of rebuttal) for once employed a false premise? We ask merely for the reason that never before have we seen a journalistic desk that so nearly approached godliness. .... Eichenauer's class occupies a choice position in his affections, for down the years he has kept a lamp in his window. We have not passed him by. Our spirits have been willing, our commercial compasses weak. Not from choice but rather from necessity have our trails led to the temples of capital We may yet be able to "follow the gleam," but in the meantime we hope that he will journey to us. We ask him to consider now the lily in all its glory—the reunion in 1940—and to return to the Hanover Plain with us to sit beneath the bough. For certain there will be a loaf; perchance a book—and jug.

"CHARLIE" EICHENAUER

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