1925

Tom Carpenter takes another long step ahead in his chosen field of education. On February 1 he became associate general secretary at Stanford University.

August Janssen died suddenly on January 10 in New York. Following his father's business, he was an able restauranteur and many of our class made it a point to meet at his place of business. His sudden death at the age of forty may well serve as warning to all of us that we are now come to that time of life when we must begin to consider our health. The class will be sorry to learn of his death.

Lt. Cmdr. Dick Gratz is now at 722 Corbin Place, Kansas City, Mo.

Service promotions include Major Charles W. Graydon, Lt. Cmdr. Berkley F. Jones and Lt. Cmdr. Neil Williams Win Brown is at 10 North Main St., West Hartford, Conn. . . .. Gene Callis, Philadelphia petroleum distributor, was in Boston recently. The Boston delegation arranged a lunch for him.

Lin White mails a very able booklet on how to figure your income tax. Drop Whitey a line and he might send you one too.

Pete Blodgett was scheduled to go into Phillips House, Massachusetts General Hospital, Charles St., Boston, for a back operation on February 22. He will be there a month or more and will appreciate letters and cards. Pete tells me that he is scheduled for a very long recovery, immobilized on his back.

Bob Rahmanop, in charge of felt sales for duPont, has the whole country for his territory and is keeping on the move Pete Haffenreffer was a Chicago visitor recently and made his customary call on Bud Petrequin Lt. Col. Max Emerson, after thirtytwo months of rugged overseas service, has been given a desk job in Washington.

Eddie Pease was in South Carolina recently in the interests of boiler insurance. As you know, Eddie has made a noted success in this field.

They aint much happened sence the last riting. Just the usual deep February snow, long blue shadows towards night and sunsets over the mowntings that aint painful to look at. Had a cupple uv hay stealers in Court. Sheriff he spoke right up and says, "You fellers took the last spear uv hay that poor feller had to feed his cow. He aint got none left in the middle uv a hard winter."

Wun uv the respondents asts, "You got plenty uv hay Sheriff?"

The Sheriff he hits the spittoon from ten foot range and allows he has a barnful.

"Better go round and buy the cow. Yew kin git a good trade on her. We'd buy her ourselves, but we wont have nothing left after you fellers get through with us."

That's what I like about folks up this way. Everbuddy is a realist and they aint no perfessonal do-gooders present.

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