1895

Ye widely dispersed men of Dartmouth of ripened vintage:—this is me speaking. Not the immortal Winston Churchill; but the mortal Roland Stevens. Winston Churchill, by his matchless foresight and daring, caught "that cornered rat", der fuehrer, by the tail and smote him against the world's axis. That is what I think anyway; so I'm not disposed to be his grammatical critic. But I do suppose I'm entitled to raise what remains of my eyebrows when I read that Gordon Gerould, distinguished professor of English at Princeton, and brother of Prof. Emeritus John Gerould, Dartmouth '9O, also of our own "Gerry", Master Librarian, upholds "It is me speaking" as grammatically justifiable. We '9sers sat under Clothespin Richardson when we were imbibing English and we well know that he would have sat upon any man who sat under him if one of us had handed in an unsigned thesis and upon his inquiry as to who wrote it, had replied, "Me wrote it".

It is my opinion that the Hon. Winston Churchill is keenly facetious and a master at touching off discussion, and so caught the Princeton professor napping on a soft grammar pillow.

At any rate this is me writing to say that me is having a short holiday in Florida. Mrs. S. is with I. We motored all the way. At Hartford, Conn., we called on "Willie" and Mrs. Wilson and had a nice chat with them. At Englewood, N. J., we spent a night at the home of another classmate, Virginia Lyman, Smith '93, my honorable wife's classmate, obviously, and mine by adoption. Then to Washington for overnight with Billy Wallis '94, looking hale and spick and span. Thence via Richmond to Norlina, N. C., for a night at that isolated and comfortable brick and mortar Hotel Norlina. Thence to Greensboro, N. C., for a few days occasional off-duty contact with the Chief oi Surgical Service at the Army base hospital there, son Roland Jr.; thence to Fayetteville, N. C., with our soldier son at the wheel en route to Fort Bragg for separation and release. Now Major Roland is with his family and is busily mending the war breach of his professional connections in Rochester, N. Y„ on a fifty-day terminal leave. After leaving him at Fort Bragg, we proceeded to Winter Park with overnight stops at Walterboro, S. C., Jacksonville and De Land.

We have been here a week and plan to start North Saturday, April 13. Immediately on arrival I hunted up Classmate Austin. I found him on his "Five Acre Paradise" as busy as his bee companions and doodle-bugs. I had him in plain view when I tooted my Plymouth horn among the tall trees. He saw me not, until the raucus horn sounded "Hello Frank Austin". This yanked him in pleased attention. The sequence may be left to your imagination. I have visited him twice and am going right now to see him once more. While here en route I have seen the following members of the Dartmouth family: Wallis '94, Stevens '33, Grover '94, Gibson '97, Newton 'B6, Dr. A. W. Vernon, Spooner '94, Austin '95, Wilson'9s. And now I sign off till an intended issue of The Post-Reunionist gives more details.

Secretary, White River Junction, Vt. Treasurer, Hanover, N. H.