1904
For many years Ned Bartlett, Sid Rollins, Carl Woods, Robbie and the Scribe were together for a day or two each commencement, but for a few years before the war Ned was unable to keep the usual rendezvous, and you have heard little news of him till now. He married Mrs. Katherine Nye Kirkpatrick on November 23rd, 1939, and by doing so acquired another son, Peter Nye Kirkpatrick, who subsequently joined the Army and was with the 29th Coast Artillery. He was sent to England, then transferred back to Officer Candidate School at Camp Davis in the fall of 1942. He had qualified for his commission, and was just finishing his training course 'when he was killed in an automobile accident on December 21, 1942.
Ned's older boy, Edwin P., is a sergeant in the Coast Artillery, now stationed in Africa. They hear from him frequently, but the only news is that he is well, and swimming in the Mediterranean.
Elizabeth L., the oldest daughter, was married February 1, 1941, to John Bing- enheimer of Niagara Falls, and they live near Grandpa Bartlett in Lewiston, where their son, John Jeffrey, was born June 18, 1943. Some surprise to a Dartmouth family to have a grandson tarred with the Amherst brush at birth.
Margaret, the second daughter, was married on June 12, 1942, to Warren D. Sherrow, of Decatur, Alabama. They now live in Huntsville, Alabama, where Warren is connected with the Huntsville Arsenal. She was the young lady who initiated Ned in the Grandfathers' group on April 17 th this year, when her daughter Margaret Katharine was born.
The youngest daughter, Julia, is attending Rosemary Hall in Greenwich, Conn., and expects to graduate from there next year. John A., the youngest son, now 14, is attending Ridley in St. Catherine's, Ontario. Ned, after a painful experience with a broken kneecap, has already played some golf, and is playing 18 holes a day now. "So you see, I am practically recovered."
Li'l Arthur Charron was slapped down hard in April, but this meaty chunk dished in the sick room in late June by IKE himself will bring cheer to you all:
"It was very kind of you to write me, and your suggestion that the blame for my illness be fixed on some Washington bureau struck a sympathetic note in me. There ( have been times when progress in my recovery seemed to be about as rapid as the settlement of questions by some Federal alphabetical group. In all fairness, however, I must admit that the fault is all mine, for I failed to heed the warning, "Slow Down At Sixty."
Last April my doctor ordered me to retire between the sheets for a rest cure, a drastic immobilization to let nature repair the damage caused by coronary thrombosis. The first few weeks when I was not allowed to lift my head or raise my arms was most boring. I had little or no pain, and resented the watchfulness of the bedpan commando nurse, whose eagle eye wouldn't let me scratch an itching ear. Restrictions were gradually lessened so that now I am sitting up (out of bed) most of the day, am allowed to walk a little further each day, and soon to be granted the rare privilege of trying to walk down and up two steps of the stairs! I have had plenty of time to review all the sins of my past,- and to plan attractive new transgressions if, and when,- physically able. I suspect they will never get beyond the dream stage. However, I am at present most virtuous; I don't smoke, I don't drink alcoholic mixtures, and I don't swear very much.
Sid wrote me a characteristic letter with a rhyme that would never have passed a censor. Gasoline shortage has kept Sid from Hanover this year, and he claims that his golf is slipping."
After years in Shanghai and the Philippines, Whit is now enjoying the hot weather in Washington, and hopes all the 1904 family who reach the capital will call on him. He plans to spend a vacation in Falmouth, Mass., with his daughter and the two-month-old grand-daughter.
Tom Streeter's eldest son, Lt. (jg) Frank S., is now in command of a sub-chaser. Henry S. has the rank of Ensign USNR, and for several months has been on a destroyer in the Atlantic, and Thomas W. Jr., the youngest, is a private in the U. S. Army, assigned to Washington. Mrs. Streeter is busy in Washington, and Tom and Lillian have been keeping the home fires burning in Morristown.
Secretary, Canaan Street Lodge, Canaan St., N. H.
