1925*

In the August 9th issue of the NewYorker was a poem "David today" from the typewriter of Alec Laing.

Al Perkins picked up his wife, children, dog and auto and headed East. He is now assistant script editor for Columbia Broadcasting, 485 Madison Avenue and is at home at Suffern, New York.

Line Davis came to Center Ossipee over the Columbus Day week-end and we went Kodachroming. Line is doing some very interesting research work now.

Andy Edson is still serving as second secretary of the American Legation at Bucharest, Rumania. He ought to have some tall tales to tell when he gets back to the States.

In Boston has been Lieutenant-Commander Bill Chism who commands the U S S Coral. You may remember that Bill served in the last unpleasantness before entering with our class. He dropped out for one year and graduated with 1926, but is still a '25er. Since graduation he has spent most of his time with Bell Telephone of Pennsylvania and kept up his Naval Reserve activity. Last September he got a letter to tell his business associates that they wouldn't see much of him for quite a while. He packed up and entered active service with his present rank. The U S S Coral was originally Henry Ford's Sialia and was later owned by Major Bowes. She is about two hundred feet long and carries a crew of 75 men.

A delegation of Boston '25ers including Hill, Sleigh, Bugbee, Gratz, Stevens, Pease and Wallis dined Chism and a good time was had by all.

H. Walker Vincent Jr., who is one of the front men for the Owens Illinois Glass Company was in Boston recently on the trail of 4200 cases of mislaid milk bottles. The Lou Kimballs hosted him and the Boston delegation joined in the party.

Business is so brisk at Lin White's, Bryant and Stratton Commercial School that Bill Sleigh has been induced to give some time from his private practice to teach a few Law and English courses.

Getting off the New York plane at Boston ran into Cubby Cubbins hurrying to catch the trip back. Hale hearty and busy he is showing folks the advantages of using truck and car trailers.

Don't know as you gentlemen realize it, but this fall marks the 20th anniversary of our first meeting as a Class on the Hanover plain. The long slanting rays of quite a few thousand sunsets have lighted Dartmouth Hall since that day. Do you remember the impression those first cold foggy mornings made on us—that first walk up the big hill—Delta Alpha—The Frosh prayer in Middle Mass— "Oh mighty class of Twenty-four for you I'd crawl across the floor. For you I'd kiss the dirty ground. I'll sing your praises all around. I know I'm wet and snotty too, a low life mutt compared to you. I pray that I may some day be, Oh Twenty-four, as great as Thee."—Bob Borwell and a very smooth tweed suit with leather buttons—Al Perkins and Pudge Wheeler playing Margie over and over and over on their banjo and saxophone combination—Commons and the crash of dishes and music and the middle-Westerners hating the guts of the Saturday night beans we New Englanders love—the BIG MEN on campus in their white hats and big D sweaters coming around to sell us everything from football squad pictures to the radiators in the room—only three or four student cars on campus and those stripped down Model T's—the old Cadillac touring cars used as taxis—the first Frosh smoker and Doc Griggs and Sid Hazleton giving us their ever-memorable talks "They say that the four years you men are now entering are the happiest of your lives. If that were so, we would give out a nice strong rope with each diploma." Those words of Hazleton's are still strong and valid across the years.

Purely personal—The colyum, is lousy this month on account of this famous Pamela Hollingworth search. If you run a cupple of country weeklies your customers do like to get the news now and then. The height of something or other was when a too-enthusiastic broadcaster told about "this north country, infested by moose and bear." We had all the reporters and photographers in Christendom running frantically over the hills and valleys of this region. Sully Sullivan has suggested it might be a pious thought to drop this colyum back into the so called Hank style and so it shall be done next month.

Secretary, Center Ossipee, N. H. Treasurer,: P. O. Drawer 3, Bristol, R. I.