1878

Bouton is in high spirits over the birth of another great-grandchild. Not a very large one, to be sure, weighing less than five pounds, but bearing a full-sized name, Elizabeth Bouton Shannon. Her arrival stirs him mightily because of the many and great hopes that cluster about her and the immeasurable possibilities wrapped in her tiny person. He had to bestow his blessing through the glass the modern hospital provides to protect her from enthusiastic relatives and the harmful microbes that may accompany them.

Hayt has gone and done it—sold his ranch and moved into a white stucco bungalow at 669 55 th Street, Sacramento, with blue shutters that don't shut and so many gas and electric gadgets that he doesn't dare turn around in it, with plenty of garden space to keep his wife busy, while he must shave daily, wear a boiled shirt and a decent hat, and make himself as miserable all the day long as a human can be. Yet for his wife's pleasure he swears he likes it. The lawn and weeds look as green and thrifty as they did in the country. Indeed, he has decided it is the best thing that could have happened to them since he sees a hard outlook for farmer and orchard man in 1943, with wages of help at 75 cents to $1.10 per hour and going up, and help hard to find at that; men, women and children to the ship-yards, women in men's places smoke and drink, wear pants and boss like a man, and when a tire goes flat often swear like a Marine.

Mrs. A. P. Sawyer has given up her home in Chelmsford and is now at 92 Chestnut St., Lowell.

The engagement of Tarbell's granddaughter daughter, Helen Rae Davis, who was with him at our 60th, was announced at a party given in her honor on Nov. 16, and as that happened to be his 90th birthday he came in for a share of the honors. A big birthday cake was presented by his son-in-law with a humorous speech with allusions to his youthfulness. Tarbell doesn't feel his age, hears about as ever except for low conversation, reads most of the periodicals and many of the new books, keeps up with the news by radio, and drives his car as usual.

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