1900*

From his position at Toungoo, directly on the Burma road, Harry Marshall is an interested observer of the steady flow of war materials and other needed supplies to China.

That item is of interest, but does not fill the column, and it is all that the Secretary has. So the remaining space must be filled by pushing a small private controversy.

The proof reading in the MAGAZINE is careful, and errors are few. What they are, however, seem generally to be at the expense of the Secretary of 1900. Of this order was a reference in the January number to the prospect of his book on William E. Chandler being "relieved" in the next number. In his remonstrance to the editor, the writer jauntily referred to the last resting place of the old Senator as the "Sunny Hill Cemetery." Now it happens that the member of the editor's family who ranks as the better part of that organization, Barbara Hayward, is a native of Concord and in her childhood years must have made an intensive study of its cemeteries. She said it was the "Blossom Hill Cemetery," openly chortling in the Secretary's face at his mistake, while even Sid, in the background, was detected in emitting a few discreet chortles. Whereupon, the Secretary was filled with mortification, his face assuming the general aspect of sunset on the Bay of Naples. But the story is not over. In the February number, wishing to refer to the jawbone of a classmate, he termed it, in elegant language, "Maxillary ossification." "Ossification" got by the editors without damage, but "maxillary" emerged as "mixillary," which must have puzzled even the most erudite. So, at present, the Secretary is one up on the editor and further chortles from the latter are not in order.

Already the Secretary detects a distant rumbling from his classmates, and the muttered query, "Huh, do you call that class notes?" Now, in recent years, it has been demonstrated by physical science that energy can be converted into matter, but it is found to take an enormous quantity of energy to produce an infinitesimal amount of matter. The energy of the Secretary is prodigious, but what can he do in the almost entire absence of fodder? He hopes that his classmates will emerge from their hibernation long enough (1) to do something and (g) to tell him about it. How otherwise do you expect him to win the prize (there is none, but it might happen that one would be established) for the best column of class notes?

Secretary, 11 N. Park St., Hanover, N. H.