1888*

As you may have noted in the January issue the class of '88 faded from the picture with the passing of the old year 1940. It looked for a time as if we had all "checked out" leaving no forwarding address. But much to the satisfaction of the recorder, the Christmas season brought pleasing reminders from more than half of our supposed living members that they had recovered from their period of hibernation^

The known recoverers were—Bodwell, Chase, Clark, Cobb, Dunlap, Hardy, Lougee, Nelson, Pattee, Porter, Spencer, Berton Williams, and Wendell Williams.

Bodwell, E. J.—"Bod" reports, with other Christmas news, the valued possession of a husky grandsons, as fine as ever grew. No doubt he is right.

Clark, John Lew—includes as part of his Christmas greeting the name of his last or latest grandson Jonathan Clark Stuhbs, born Dec. 16, 1940.

Cobb, Charles Leslie—Just as an inspiration to members of other classes who think they are growing old, I am asking the editor to print "Cobby's" letter.

Housatonic, Mass. R. F. D. Jan. 4, 1941.

My Dear Cate: I am still alive and going, at least.

I enjoyed Pattee's letter and so must have all the others.

"Pat" is just about 100% right most of the time but he fumbled the ball on the age problem as our old hammer heaver "Bod" leads the pack as he is now on his 81st lap and still going although he writes me he had the "Flu" last year and that he has not yet recovered his strength from that set back.

Received a letter from "Billy Rich" sometime ago and my reaction to it was that he is the same genial Billy that he was in the old days at Hanover.

As for myself can only say that I am feeling fine, walk a couple miles a day for exercise, play tennis during the summer and forget my age having lots of fun with the younger generation.

Coached a baseball team last summer that belongs to a small league near here.

If it was summer all the time I think I could stick it out a few more laps (years) but this New England winter, especially in the Berkshires is too darn cold and too much snow.

If you hear of my passing out you will know that I have frozen to death.

Now, Mr. "Sec" I plead guilty of being a very delinquent letter writer of news, in fact I am ashamed of myself. I have flunked, yes brother, flunked. You can put me at the bottom of the list in this respect. I will say however that I yield to no man, not even Bill Cunningham of the Boston Post, in my love for Dartmouth.

Neither do I yield to any man in my regard and affection for the class of '88 as I knew it in those good old days.

I hope I may sometime see all those that are left before the referee blows the whistle signifying that the game is over.

Here is a wah-hoo-wah for all. Keep going and land in Hanover for the next reunion.

As ever,

"Cobby."

Secretary, 11 Oak St., Belmont, Mass.