1895*

These notes will not be sufficiently voluminous this time to incur the punishing censorial slash which cut the heart out of last month's '95 column. It evidently was too prayerful. "The prayer appears on page 20, of the January issue, and I urge that you read it." These 17 words did not trickle from my pen. I don't know who the ghostwriter was. This is what I wrote:

"Although I feel sure that somewhere in the pending issue of the MAGAZINE this succinct petition will appear, line upon line, for the sake of pardonable emphasis I quote it in full and move its adoption by my classmates." It was not my intention to move the adoption of an utterance referred to by volume and page. I did transgress the rather necessary rule as to space. I won't do it again.

Percy Folsom's death is chronicled in the necrology of this issue. Those of us who spent a memorable evening together at Hartford, enjoying our 45th reunion, will remember that Percy wrote a sort of valedictory and read it to us just before we said our good byes. I quote it now.

"Our 45th reunion draws to a close. For a few minutes we linger still to interchange our mutual sentiments and feelings and then to part until our 50th anniversary summons the sons of Dartmouth to unite on a similar occasion. Whether we join it or not, those who shall commemorate are to be our brethren, united by that bond of fraternity whose mystic cords draw together all who have drunk at this fountain. Their voices, as our own, when they meet and part, will utter their salutation to our beloved College, Salve, magna Parens.

Secretary, White River Junction, Vt.