1895*

Frank Austin isn't bothered about the fuel question these days. He is still in Winter Park, Florida. He recently (Oct. 4) reported that the temperature in Winter Park was 106° and dropped finally to 770. Lucky Frank! We New Englanders are wildly hunting for fuel to warm ourselves withal when our paternal government cracks down on us and turns the oil spigot and locks it periodically. We Vermonters are in this situation:—Forests, forests every- where, but not a chip to burn! That is, un- less we grind the ax and cut our apple trees and elms and birches, or plunge into the woods and "work up" the dead bodies of sturdy oaks, etc., laid low by the last hurricane.

"Sherry" Baketel is one of my star correspond- ents. Here's an excerpt from his last letter: "By the way, a nice note from my old friend, Dr. George B. Lake, of Chicago, tells me of the pleas- ant meeting he had with you and Henry Morrison at the Saturday Evening Club, in Chicago, a while ago. Lake is a most capable and versatile man, a former surgeon in the Regular Army, and with me, a colonel inactive in the Medical Reserve of the Army; a poet, a medical editor, and a very deep thinker."

Fred and Mrs. Cleveland seem a bit hesitant about spending their accustomed vacation in St. Petersburg the coming winter. Fred is president of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Florida. He will be missed at the annual banquet, if one is to be held in St. Petersburg next winter. In August I dropped in to see John Hayes at his office in the Barristers Building, Boston. I found him busy dictating a detailed description of a new wooden last which the inventor desired to have patented. He immediately suspended dicta- tion and we had a good visit together.

John has saj at the same desk, in the same chair, in the same office for twenty-two years, I believe. He has smoked a pipe during all these years. It has been his habit to strike a match on the edge surface of his desk. In these years of scratching he has made a deep groove and always follows that groove now in scratching a match. It is about fourteen inches long. It shows the sweep of his arm in lighting a match.

On the right hand side of his desk he has been in the habit of rapping the ashes out of his pipe when he has finished a smoke. In doing this he has rapped the varnish all off in a small area and has made dents with his pipe. So John has literally made his mark in the world. He is now gathering material for another book on patents.

Last July when Prof. Morrison went to Boulder to deliver a course of lectures on education at the University of Colorado, he and "P. I." Folsom, Prof, of Practice in the University Law School (since retired), indulged in a good "old-fashioned" visit. Morrison comments as follows: "I had a good time with Fred Folsom and Bushee '94. Here I was with a fellow that I had grown up with, went through school with, roomed with in College, and then scarcely saw for forty-five years. I won- dered how we should hit it off, but we picked up the threads of life just where we had dropped them so long ago."

Secretary, White River Junction, Vt. Treasurer, Hanover, N. H.