1909

Harold Foreman Jr., son of our own Harold and Florence, recently won the amateur golf championship of Illinois for the second consecutive year. Foreman is the second player in the fifteen-year history of the state competition to win the crown for successive years.

Letters from Bill Patterson, to Leigh Martin '06, who has just returned to this country after being a prisoner in the Philippines during the whole period of occupation, stated he wanted to be met at the pier with a fivepound box of chocolate creams. I hope to soon have the story from Bill that will give us some more intimate details of his activities.

Col. "Bunk" Irwin has recently bought a farm just outside of Norwich, Vt., where he is going when he retires from the Army the last day of the year. When he gets settled there next year he- says the latch string will always be out.

A letter from Merrill F'ollansbee to Norm Catharin states his son Merrill Jr. is a chaplain in the Marine Corps with the rank of full lieutenant. Previous to being in the Marine Corps he was Presbyterian minister at Corning, Calif. His second son Donald is a signalman first class on an attack transport. He spent the most of three cold winters in the Atlantic and is now in the Pacific. His .daughter Marcia is a yeoman second class, at the Naval Air Station at Klamath Falls, Oregon.

Harry Burroughs is marrying his family off fast. I recently reported the marriage of his daughter in March, and on May 9 Jack was commissioned a second lieutenant in the Marines and was married the same night in Washington to Pfc. Alice Weimann USMC (WR) of St. Joseph, Mich.

I am very happy to report that Bob Hooker who was confined in several prison camps is now back with the family and is fast recovering from his experiences.

It has been so long since we heard from Herm Walker that X must quote more or less in full his letter describing his recent experi- ence. It is as follows:

It all happened last fall when my good wife, much against my will, persuaded me to call on one of the gentry that goes around with a black bag and looks in your mouth and makes you say "R". Well this one, with what appeared unseemly haste, commanded me to go to a hospital pronto. I tried to divert his mind with maxims we learned from Doc Bowler (Peace to his soul) but failed to impress. Then I told him I had some legal rights and was entitled to habeas corpus or something, but he said to forget the habeas part and that I would be a corpus soon enough unless I followed his directions, which goes to show how much respect some people have for the constitution.

I had hardly got settled in my room at the hospital when a couple of gents, dressed in white, barged in. I guess they thought I was some kind of a quiz program for they started right off with $64 questions. One of these gents had some kind of an instrument that he hung in his ears and put the other end against me. I found out afterwards it was a mine detector. The other fellow was evidently a garage worker because he wound a queer looking inner tube around my left arm and began to pump it up. I told him I carried thirtytwo pounds both front and rear, which was the WPA ceiling. He just looked disgusted and he and the other fellow must have realized they were in the wrong place for they both left. But, right away two huskies came in and yanked me out of bed and put me on an overgrown ironing board that was. on wheels, and before I could get my bearings they whisked me onto an elevator and put me in a secret chamber, that was all decked out in white. Before I knew it four men came in that I took to be Kukluxers because they were all dressed up in white and had masks on. The leader kept glancing at a stand all covered with sharp knives and tools. It did not take me long to figure that this was going to be an inside job. So, in the seclusion of this secret room and under cover of anesthesia, they proceeded to take me apart. After the anesthesia had worn off I was in stitches—but felt no mirth.

In justice to the operator I'll say he did all right, though he may have been influenced by the fact that there was a manpower shortage at the time. However, I have no regrets now, and have set a new value on myself. I figured if a few minor changes which did not improve my appearance or disposition were worth the amount of the bill, then my whole person should run into mil- lions.

Secretary, Wm. Filene's Sons Co. 426 Washington St., Boston, Mass. Treasurer, 16 Wall St., New York, N. Y.