1887

The death of our most beloved classmate, Dr. Sydney Edwin'Junkins, has been deeply felt by all of us survivors. His never-failing devotion to us will be always an abiding memory. There were seven of us present at the last rites, serving as a guard of honor. They included Hadlock, Bingham, Sanborn, Gage, White, Howland, the secretary,—and Roger Rice, son of our classmate who was secretary for many years. Sydney had already chosen his last resting place, in the local cemetery, and most appropriately, within a very short distance from the tomb of Eleazer Wheelock.

This tribute to our class, which we came across from a letter, written a few years ago by E. H. Kennerson, of Ginn & Co., should be preserved and seems most appropriate at this time. He writes:—"Your class is notable, both for its loyalty and its achievements, but greatfor the bonds of affection that have held youall together."

Sanborn and Gage enjoyed a period of togetherness, as the guest of Conn, at The Farragut, near Portsmouth, in the late summer.

It does not make much difference where Classmate Winn may be, it is always certain he will have a finger in the political pie. He sends a marked copy of the Sun of Redlands, Calif., from which we clip the following:—

Fred E. Winn, deputy county clerk, whose Redlands address is 1248 Alta Street, is predicting a light vote in the presidential election in November.

Mr. Winn stated Wednesday that on Tuesday he registed 26 voters and that since the primaries in May only 800 voters have registered with him. This, he said, indicates a light vote and apparent indifference.

Ralph, son of classmate Dr. Sanborn, with his picture, is mentioned in a Boston paper, as below:—

TO HEAD APPEAL—RaIph Sanborn, associate general manager of the Sanborn Insurance Agency of Boston, has been appointed chairman of the Metropolitan Division of the Greater Boston Maintenance Appeal, which is seeking to raise $400,000 for the Salvation Army.

Your secretary had a marvellous experience, at Nantucket Island in August, which he is not modest enough to omit from this chronicle. He went to Nantucket fifty-one years ago, as principal of the high school, and graduated eight classes. The night of his arrival (with his mate), everyone in the crowded hotel dining room arose and began to sing, what seemed to be "Happy Birthday." Not knowing what it was all about, he sang. Then it was announced that it was staged as a welcome. In embarrassed surprise he made an effort to express his thanks. In the evening, one of the old pupils took us to a lecture. This over, we were escorted to the public square, where were assembled about five hundred citizens and tourists for a community sing. We were directed to be seated, and then began a volume of song,—"Happy Anniversary to You." We were introduced by the master of ceremonies, and received the first ovation of a lifetime. One of the old pupils gave us a dinner, following this came a large delegation of old grads, most of them now grandparents. When we had reminisced, we were again told to sit. The Commissioner of Highways, with a suspicious looking envelope in his hand, told us how much they all loved us, and handed it over. We opened it at the hotel, and found a considerable sum of money. They tried to raise fifty dollars and oversubscribed it.

Secretary and Treasurer

Bath, N. H.