1901

Bill Andrus writes that ill health forced him out of practice and that he now spends all of his time in Florida. He is enjoying life there, as he says that he finds time to go fishing for both the fresh and salt water type of fish; that he has a wonderful winter garden with plenty of fresh vegetables and also plenty of citrus fruits.

The class will be saddened to hear of the death of another classmate, Tom Hallman, who passed away March 3, after a long lingering illness. Tommie will be greatly missed as he was a very regular attendant at all class functions, a great lover of Dartmouth, and a most loyal and generous classmate. Our deepest sympathy goes out to Bess Hallman in her loss, which is shared by all of us.

Jim Clark now devotes most of his time to photography and says that he has all that he can do in that line. His two daughters who have been living with him during recent years are now away from home, but he usually has them with him for weekends.

Bert Briggs, who retired over a year ago to live in Chatham, Mass., where he has summered for the past 25 years, reports that he is enjoying his life of ease there. He still serves as a director on a number of boards, which requires his being away from Chatham for perhaps a week each month on trips, tak-Secretary, ing him anywhere from New York to Texas. Fred Carpenter says that he has licked a serious attack of sciatica and is now putting in eight hours a day as inspector with the Cone Automatic Machine Cos. at Windsor, Vt., which he enjoys very much.

The following is from Bill Cunningham's column in the Boston Herald recently:—

There's sad Dartmouth news in the pages This concerns the death in action of Flight Officer Charles J. Boyle Jr., Army Air Force Thunderbolt Fighter pilot, killed "in the European War theatre" on February 27. This 25-year-old native of "Worcester was the only son of the famed Charley Boyle, who played the other end from the late Major Frank Cavanaugh, both at Worcester Classical High and at Dartmouth. "Cav" and Charley were lifelong cronies, and Boyle, although executive vice president of Paul Bloch & Associates and busy in New York, was always on the bench with "Cav" when that rugged mentor's teams saw their Saturday afternoon action. There's something poignant in this particular story because Charles Sr. was forced to retire through ill health some two years ago, and with Mrs. Boyle, has been living at the home of their daughter in Worcester, where Charley has been a very sick man. Very much against his doctor's orders, he decided that he wanted to come to Boston for the big annual Dartmouth dinner held at the Copley Plaza on February 28. He was told frankly by his physicians that the trip might prove fatal, and he said 0.K., he couldn't think of a crowd he'd rather be with if such a thing had to happen. So some of his classmates and longtime friends moved in and made all the necessary arrangements. He attended the dinner and came through in fine style. Immediately after it, Tom Keady, Fred Carroll and some of us ducked the fun and frivolity downstairs and assembled instead in the Boyle suite aloft, where we talked "Cav" and Dartmouth and old times and politics irfc the old-time bull session way until it was long past time to go home. We all had a swell time and so did Cav's old friend. He seemed radiantly happy, and so did pretty Mrs. Boyle who was with him. Now compare those dates. Their only son had been killed in action the previous day, but the news, of course, hadn't as yet reached them.

Jack Andrews writes that he is beginning to show the results of the ravages of old age and advancing senility, but we very much doubt this, as the last time we saw Jack, he still had that ruddy complexion and happy smile. His son John is with the New England Telephone Cos. in Springfield; his daughter Janet is in Pittsburgh, married to a professor at Carnegie Tech. and his youngest son "Chick" is a captain with the American Airlines, flying out of Memphis. Jack is now four times a grandather.

Remember the date, May 11, Friday, any time after five-thirty, and at Schraffts' in Boston, the same place as before. Here you will have a grand opportunity of seeing old classmates, and friends from other classes, who have gathered for their annual dinner of the First Five Classes of the Century. Do not miss it.

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