The picture of forty-seven years ago may show an interesting contrast of students' garb then and now, but the winter scene is probably the same.
The leonine figure of that celebrated medico of Seattle, Bones Woodward, walked majestically through the portals of The NewYork Times late in January and with Carrie, his faithful companion and helpmate through the long years of his ever mounting career, honored the secretary with a visit, and stayed for luncheon. Afterward he was photographed for The Times' morgue collection of persons of both high and lower elements. The touring couple who were on a month's trip to parts East visited their son Walter and family at Washington. Bob who is with the Pratt Whitney Cos., mammoth airplane engine works at Hartford, and his wife, came down to join them. The Kendalls entertained them, and included in the party were Peddy and Mrs. Miller who spent the holidays with son Maurice and wife. The Staleys were hosts of the Woodwards and Kendalls at dinner another evening. In New York the Seattlers stayed at the Waldorf Astoria, then went to Boston and other scenes of early days in New England.
Ed Allen closed his house in Andover for the winter and is living in ease and comfort at a local hostelry.
Rodney Sanborn's nephew, Russell Harmon, of Durham, N. H., who attended Dartmouth and transferred to New Hampshire University has been promoted to commander in the U. S. Navy. His son, Russell Jr., received an oppointment to the United States Military Academy at West Point last month.
In December, Montie Fuller met with a painful accident and has been confined to the Torrington Hospital, Torrington, Conn., where he now is, or was up to closing time for this column. He had attended a Methodist ministers' dinner and in returning his car skidded and struck a bank, about two miles from home. As he got out of the car to telephone for help he slipped and fell, fracturing the top of the femur bone in his right hip. Mrs. Fuller said he would like to hear from some of his classmates, so please write to him, will you? His heart is ever with Ninety-nine. His old trouble, lameness from arthritis, has disappeared.
Congratulations to our class agent, Phil Winchester, for his fine showing on the Alumni Fund! His tactful pleas as well as his assiduity deserve our hearty commendation.
This scribe has received some inquiries about a long expected class report, material for which was collected two years ago, before he became your secretary. Efforts since made to get it from other hands to print and distribute have been unavailing. But cheer up, there is a ray of hope that 'ere long it may be snagged from—well, let's say from where it has been reposing.
The obituary articles on Harry A. Wason who died on December 21 was omitted from the February issue because of limited space. It appears in the In Memoriam columns of this number.
Please send the secretary some news. There must be something happening now and then among Ninety-nine folks.
FORTY-SEVEN YEARS AGO THIS MONTH William T. Atwood '99—in the middle—set out for class. The other two—Guess Who? Puzzle posed by Class Secretary Joseph Gannon who will check all answers.
Secretary, The New York Times 229 West 43rd St., New York 18, N. Y Treasurer, 18 Stoneland Roadway, Shrewsbury, Mass.