1905
Charlie Brooks writes that he is working harder than ever on his farm in Hampstead where he produces eggs, poultry, milk and butter. Charlie has always been a hard worker and an efficient farmer. He faces limits in the quantity of grain that he can buy and on the prices of his product. Here's hoping that his health holds up. We bet on Charlie. He reports a very pleasant recent Sunday afternoon's visit from Cliff and Edith Pierce, Midge and Anne Reid. We subscribe to Charlie's word about the wives: "As for the wives, they outclass us all."
Rev. Percy Ladd of Burlington, Vermont, reports that C. C. Hills, who certainly gets around, was in Burlington early in March. "C.C." visited Percy and Harry Dennison who is employed at the University of Vermont. The latter attends the College Street Church where Percy is the beloved Pastor.
President Ed. Day of Cornell is the author of an article, "So Cornell's going Bolshevist! the 'strange' case of the Russian Courses" in the Saturday Review of Literature for March 4, 1944.
George C. Stevens is now at 31 Elbridge Street, Worcester 2, Massachusetts. Charles S. Borden has a new address, 1122 Pelham Road, Winnetka, Illinois, and Stillman Batchellor resides at present on Route 1, Box V-74, Healdsburg, California.
Another dinner of the Classes of 'O1, '02, 03, 'O4 and 'O5 is planned in Boston early in May. There is a great deal of interest among the members of these classes in having this dinner reunion as a substitute for the old style reunions in Hanover, which are out for the duration. Bob Harding is working in Boston on the plans and Everett Stevens 'O1, is also active. More information in the May issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. Plan to be there.
The following lines are from a poem, "Our Pond-Farm in New Hampshire" which were written by that versatile gentleman, Charlie Goodrich, chief engineer of the American Bridge Company in Pittsburgh. Charlie and Mrs. Goodrich have a farm in Barnstead, where they spend each summer in normal times:
I wonder if ever you've taken a trip Through the lovely old state of New Hampshire ? If not, it is time that I gave you a tip That you do so with no more delay sir.
It hasn't much seashore but all that there is Will entrance you with beaches and headlands And tempt you to linger and maybe to miss Pleasant valleys and pine-covered highlands.
So hurry along to the lake and the farm Where the Goodriches stay ev'ry summer. A little old place, yet it's cosy and warm, Where we welcome old friend and newcomer.
The Lakes are called Suncook. They're not very large. There are two of them joined right together. The road crosses there on a very small bridge. You should stop there whatever the weather.
The view is superb looking north to the hills, With the water so blue in the foreground. Look southward, more water! Here also are thrills. There are islands, more hills in the background.
But over the bridge you must hurry along. There are other views near just as pleasing. "But where is your farm, sir? We must have gone wrong." "No you haven't and I've not been teasing."
For soon you will come to a turn in the road. There it is though you'd hardly suspect it. Now bear to the right and drive up on the sod. That's the place, facing south so it's sunlit.
A little red house with a porch all around, And an old fashioned woodshed beside it, So handy to get to when snow's on the ground, With some sumac and maples to hide it.
And why, you may ask, do we love it so well, And give up all the comforts of city.
It may be we're foolish and under a spell, And you think that we're objects of pity.
Well, stay here awhile, where there's quiet and rest. Smell the woods, see the clouds, hear the birds call, Go hiking, or swimming, or boating, my guest Yes, and hold up your face to a rain squall.
When spring time again calls us north with allure, All our friends have a real invitation To call on us there and we hope you'll be sure To accept it without hesitation.
Secretary and Treasurer, 14 Holt St., Concord, N. H.
