1925*

Wives of '25ers seem to be in the news this month. According to the ConcordMonitor (N. H.) Mrs. R. F. Haffenreffer 3rd sponsored a 135-foot mine sweeper launched at the Herreshoff Yard, at Bristol, Rhode Island, on December 5.

And Dilys Bennett Laing, wife of Alex Laing, has just authored Another England, a volume of poems. They say that the reviews are really favorable, and not just polite.

Called on Dick Gratz in his den on State Street, Boston, where he manages Postal Telegraph in that city. Lunched with him. Richard had a princely repast of one slice dry toast, grape fruit hearts and black coffee. Yes, he's really sticking to it and has trimmed off 28 pounds. Looks very very well indeed.

Eddie Yates is still in Washington with the General Motors Acceptance Corp.

Pinky Anderson is, as usual, with Stewart and Company at Baltimore. He had notable luck as a Bingo player at Ocean City, Maryland, this past summer.

A 1 Wilson, who it will be remembered made a long and able fight against polio, is doing well in the shoe machinery business in Atlanta. He has a swell son about three years old.

Hank Bjorkman is doing right well by himself with the U. S. Mineral Wool Company. Confidential reports say his Conga ability is phenomenal.

Perk Williamson, who left Hanover at the end of Sophomore year, has been made a partner in the law firm of Nim's, Verdi and Martin of New York.

Fred Shaneman, '24, phoned Chan Walker from Philadelphia when he was on from the west coast this spring. Slim Bauman is with Shaneman's outfit, the Pennsylvania Salt Manufacturing Company of Tacoma, Washington.

Charley Moore, who you may or may not find if you go to the Boston Globe, is as busy as a one-armed paper hanger these days, now that the shooting has started.

Called on Jock Brace at his desk in the First National in Boston. Jock gave the shrewdest off the record investment advice I have heard during the current crisis "Whatever you do—you can be sure that you will be wrong."

There aint much happened tew us sence the last writing. We hear that we aint peaceful with nobody no more. They is a lot of paper talk about the war and folks is getting all heifered up.

A fat Eytalin cum through town with a munky on a hand organ. Old Cargo Kimball (we call him Cargo on account he can lug off more hard cidern any man in town) he trimmed them both up with wun barl of his old fox gun. The munky dressed off at ten pounds and the Eytalian at wun ninety eight.

Pret Smart '24, what is our Jug of the Perlice Court, he nicked Cargo ten bux for the discharging of firearms in the settled secshun of the town.

Pret and me hev run to-gether ever sence we can remember. If the toawn was only bigger I shud take out a bail bond agency and we would have us a nice little racket. Too bad we aint in Buston or Chicago.

I hav dug out Grandpa's old .58 Spring-field that he lugged back from Appomatox and had the bore lapped out and she is perfect. The boys in toawn hev awl agreed that if the clutch cums and we get a shot at a parachutist the fust shot in toawn will be squeezed off from old Maria. Don't you lafE at her neither. Anybuddy that stops a soft lead explosive slug just wun inch south the belly button aint going to be with us very long.

Secretary, Center Ossipee, N. H.