1925

Ran into Ralph Thompson in Boston the other night. Ralph is up to his neck in work yanking and filling teeth. He does not know whether one of the services is going to lay hands on him to get another dentist, but if they do, he is ready to shut up shop.

In New York lunched with Sully Sullivan and Doug Archibald at the Dartmouth Club. Sully has a small Outing Club cabin built near his home in West Hartford and goes there as often as possible to get away from it all.

A few moments after saying good-by to Doug and Sully, Chet Bolles came treading by. Chet gave a brief and unexpurgated opinion of taxes, renegotiation of contracts, the state of the nation and the state of his muscles after the first squash work-out of the season.

Lane Goss is gradually pulling out of the Washington picture, giving two days per week to his work with the Foreign Economic Administration and the rest to the bank in Worcester.

Speaking of Chet Bolles, on March 28, our Chester took to wife Mrs. Martha Lee Sims Greef at Elkton, Md.

Massachusetts State Senator Jim McAndrews of Adams, Massachusetts is out for Congress on the Democratic ticket in the First Massachusetts Congressional District. Jim is no milk-fed child in the political game, having had four years in the Massachusetts House and two in the Senate under the golden dome in Boston. While at Dartmouth Tim was an S A E.

While such a swell job is being done with the Class Letter in the interest of the Alumni Fund, I lay back on my oars more or less, that being a great relief to a non-hardworking Secretary.

They aint much happened sence the last riting. I was to Buston to wun of them, sassiety weddings where me and my Dreadnaught stood up with a very nice U of Vermont boy what is a Colonel in the Air Force in the Pacific and his girl what is an extra nice female. He give the conventional dinner party beautifully lit by tall tapers and 17 year old Scotch. About desert we awl got sentimental and tawked about what to us was the most beautiful spot on earth. The Vermonter raises his glass to "October sunset over the Green Mountains." You couldn't hate him for that. The Head Usher, a tanned Navy Medico from the South Seas, hists hisn and says "Sunrise from Balch Hill." I bends my elbo and offers "Canoeing a mile north of Ledyard Bridge on a May Moonlit night." It was wun of them nice moments a feller has now and then that he likes to tuck away in the back corner of his mind. Wisht sum of you fellers could of ben there. You dont need no introductions in a crowd like that.

Secretary, Center Ossipee, N. H. Treasurer, P. O. Box 428, Bristol, R. I.