1878

Hats off, '78, to the new President, the sixth we have known since we became Dartmouth men seventy-one years ago!

Bouton is rejoicing in three great-grandchildren, and has just come to spectacles. Harlow has been bed-ridden for more than two and a half years. Impaired hearing makes it an effort for him to converse, his eyes permit him to read very little, but he is comfortable, and except for occasional flashes of his old humor and keen mind, is content to pass most of his time in quiet sleep. A grandson and namesake, George Richardson Harlow III has just entered Dartmouth, but of course is subject to draft.

Hayt says he is coming on all right, at least puts up a front, can figure a bill, make change, keeps a pad and stub pencil in his right-hand pocket to set down what he must remember, and always come back with the bacon from down town. Fears the effect of the British election upon American labor conditions.

Parkinson, just returned from a survey of his descendants, an unbroken band, all well and happily busy, confident the way was clear for him to finish his journey, leaving them all as he had seen them so near its end, has met a staggering blow in the death of son Taintor '09 in his prime, while the veteran wayfarer totters on. Dr. Gile's interesting story of the Dartmouth Medical School mentions as one of its handicaps the lack of sufficient cadavers for dissection. Perhaps this may suggest to us old fellows who are nearly through with ours a more sensible way to dispose of them than to devote them to the expansion of cemeteries,

or even to commit them to the devouring flames. Why not remember the historic School in your will?

Secretary and Treasurer

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