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The promptness with which class dues are remitted is much appreciated. The pleasantest feature of serving as class treasurer, however is receiving the many letters which accompany remittances. From Clarence Moulton came his usual friendly letter. He still goes regularly to business at the National Life office, drives his car in the daytime about town and, at the present time, while Mrs. Moulton is recuperating from recent hospital treatment and the domestic help problem is so difficult, he and Mrs. Moulton are temporarily living at the Montpelier Tavern, a very good and homelike hotel. Clarence observed his eighty-second birthday on September 29.
Robert F. Bradish '23, eldest son of our late classmate, has been in the Regular Army of the United States for the past twenty years. He had just returned from four years of foreign service in Panama when the recent World War began, and he became Port Surgeon for New Orleans Port of Embarkation, a position he held until the spring of 1945. He then was assigned in Command of the 821st Hospital Center, a unit which embraced five Genera] Hospitals, and moved overseas to the island of Tinian in the Marianas, where his unit was in the process of constructing 6,000 beds as a center in preparation for the next big push on Japan, a task 70% completed when hostilities ceased. He then was made Surgepn of the Western Pacific Base Command, a position he now holds. It embraces Iwo Jima, Saipan, Tinian and Guam. He has control of twenty hospitals and many miscellaneous medical units which are now being closed. Evacuation operations have practically ceased and all combat wounded are returned. Soon after his arrival at Tinian Island last summer he was elected president of the Tinimanhat Club, the membership of which included many Dartmouth men in service stationed on that island. Colonel Bradish, who has served with the grade of full colonel since October 1, 1942, was awarded the Legion of Merit for his services in New Orleans by the War Department last August. His wife, Vera S. Bradish, his daughter Jane, 18, and his son John, 14, reside at 6039 Prytania St., New Orleans, La.
Walter Sullivan (our "Sully"), accompanied by Mrs. Sullivan and one of his daughters, visited Hanover the early part of September. He still regrets having missed being at our fifty-fifth Anniversary Reunion—a disappointment shared by all who were present.
Chester Flagg in his occasional letters comments interestingly upon many subjects, including news he gathers from the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. In a recent letter he wrote feelingly about the memorial at the Hartford (Conn.), Hospital given by Frank Reynolds in memory of David Blakely. He remarked that it gave a new concept of Frank's personality by displaying an affection splendidly placed and exemplified—uniting our two classmates in a perpetual recognition of worth.
The latter part of September Hardy Ferguson put aside professional cares for about eight days, and, from his home in Dobbs Ferry, N. Y., motored north through Hanover, N. H.; on his way to Portland, Maine, where he spent several days. On the homeward trip he visited Provincetown, on the tip of Cape Cod. He is the youngest living member of our class, and observed his seventy-seventh birthday on November 3.
Those who may have overlooked the leading book review in the October issue (page 8), would do well to look it up and read it. They perhaps are not aware that a well-known member of our class has the self-imposed sobriquet of "Crys." November 24 was his eightieth birthday. In a recent letter to your secretary? "Crys" wrote!
"The melancholy days are come." With horizons no more than a mile away, the days are short now. Then rain, rain and more rain till I have completely lost confidence in the weather. Today I have been building storm doors. Several of the storm windows are on already. More will go in place when a warm day comes. I have recently laid up a stone wall four feet high and thirty feet long to serve as a foundation for one side of a new garage. I get out of breath quickly when I walk or work, but by taking my time I get quite a lot done, at that. There is no help to be had for love or money, so I do what I can to help Helen (my daughter). Her boy, later being stationed in various camps from Florida to California, is now in the Pacific, we presume, as his P.O. address is San. Francisco. Her daughter is in Vermont Junior College, Montpelier. Helen and I plan to go South in December, exact destination not decided. I want to see a lot of South Carolina on the way down, also some parts of Florida I have not already visited. We are likely to be back here late in March. Now that long evenings are here again, I am using my microscope and hair slides and making some drawings. That keeps me awake till bedtime. If 1 read, I go to sleep as I sit. When I awake around 3 A.M., as I often do, I put on woolen garments and read till I am sleepy. And so time slips by—manual labor by daylight, mental matters by night. I am reasonably healthy and unworried.
Secretary and Treasurer, 108 Mt. Vernon St., Boston 8, Mass.
