1915 MEMORIAL FUND COMMITTEE

Dear '15ers: Before active solicitation for our Class Fund closed on January 31 a deluge of responses arrived. With reports far from complete, you may be proud of the response which represents 112 subscribers (some committee members yet to be included) and a total subscription as of February 1 of $7057. On behalf of the committee, I wish to express our deep appreciation for the support of the plan and the enthusiastic response as represented by the above figures.

Here's to seeing you in Hanover in June.

Twenty-five years is time enough for a lot of water to run under the bridge, or go over the dam even; and that is exactly what has happened. Other things than water, too, have gone their way. One of the first things which happened to us soon after June, 1915 became July was that we were scattered about as far and wide as it was possible for people to be scattered. To the winds of new jobs there was added the wind of our own desires—and to these was added the hurricane winds of the Great War. Within two years we were pretty well spread out over the face of the planet. Some of us hope to get back to Hanover this June. Some of us can't. Some of those who broke their pipes on the Old Pine will not be back—this June or next June, or ever.

But this scattering of the bunch in 1915 was not only pretty thorough, it was also perfectly natural and altogether right. Not one of us would have had it otherwise. We went to Hanover, I suspect, for the purpose of being made worth scattering up and down the face of the earth. Something less than one half of one per cent of those who reach college age never reach College. We were lucky; more than two hundred times as lucky as most kids of eighteen. What we've done with what we got at Dartmouth is another story—but I have an idea that most of us have made fewer mistakes and done less harm—and have probably been a little more useful-than might have been the case had we never sat under Curtis Hidden Page or never seen the old covered bridge. Some of the boys "have gone a long way"; some not so far.

But scattered we were and have been and are. Lucky we were to go to Hanover at all; how lucky we know better now than we did then. And now, with almost twenty-five years behind us and far less than twenty-five weeks ahead of us the winds which scattered us once are getting ready to huff and to puff us together again. We didn't resist the breeze which blew us apart—let's not resist the breeze which will seek, this June, to undo what it did. Blow yourself a little. It's going to be mighty pretty out under the elms in front of Old Dartmouth those two or three nights next June.

(From the 1915 Aegis)BOYNTON MERRILL

Chairman 45 East 17 th Street NEW YORK CITY