1878

We are starting our sixty-fifth year out of college with the same six survivors as a year ago, but a year older. Doubtless we all—like "The One Hoss Shay" are feeling and looking queer, but our queer- nesses are not painful, and are, a la the weather, interesting to observe and to talk of. Only Harlow's have thrown running gear out of mesh. . . . Hayt relates that Parkhurst and he were schoolmates long before college days, which reveals that Parkhurst's boyhood exploits ranged beyond the borders of New England, which fact had escaped class historians. . . . Hayt also throws a sidelight on another item of class history, reporting that the generally accepted solution of the mystery of Carpenter's tragic end is that the poison plot was the work of bootleggers who feared that he knew too much for their safety. . . . Bouton is still star-gazing as he approaches his eighty-seventh birthday, and hopes to continue reporting observations of variables at least up to that date. ....Tarbell reported in July that his grand-daughter, Helen Rae Davis, who, with her mother, accompanied him at our Sixtieth, was to graduate in August at Beloit from its four-year course, expedited to three. Tarbell's family practices horse-manship, and he sends a glowing announcement of a big horse show held in Watertown during his summer sojourn there. . . . Parkinson moves a vote of thanks to Hitler for relieving the Allies of the Duce. He thinks Mussy is less of a problem for them out of reach and smell than he would have been on their hands. What do you think?

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