1891

James Francis Allison passed away on May 20 at his home in Sherborn, Mass. Under InMemoriam there appears a sketch of his lite.

The Secretary and Mrs. Rowe enjoyed meeting the Healds and the Grays at their homes in Maine this summer. Both men have retired from active professions and are well and enjoying life.

The mails have brought messages from Bugbee, French, O'Brien, Stanley, Sturgis, and Tewksbury.

Daniel L. Smith, following a period of serious illness in the Massachusetts General Hospital, is now in a nursing home at 11 Revere Street, Jamaica Plain, Mass.

Under date of April 6, a most interesting letter from Dr. Charles B. Warren included an article from the Reader's Digest for May that claimed much for Colorado in the work accomplished by Dr. Sabin, who came back to his native state and helped materially in improving the health situation of that state. Warren writes that he is enjoying "pretty good health, but can't do much. I'm sort of a nature lover—the flowers, birds and bees—and enjoy all kinds of poetry and current literature. My son and daughter live near here. They have four boys and a girl, and we see them often.

"My two daughters (of first marriage) live on the West Coast (Glendale and Portland) have three boys, the oldest, 22 years old, was in the Navy, a graduate of Rice Institute in Texas, and plans to go on in college. They are all planning to come to Gill this summer."

The poem by Warren which will follow intrigued the Secretary to learn more from the author about Gill, population 500; and in a letter dated June 27, Warren writes, "Gill is sort of a suburb of Greeley, about eight miles away with a population of 20,000. Gill is 55 miles north of Denver and sixty miles from Estes Park, near Long's Peak. We have a fine view of the Rockies, a long stretch of them. Long's Peak looks near, and we can sometimes see the top of Pike's Peak."

GOLDEN WINGS IN THE SUNSET

I dedicate this poem to my friends whereverthey are with the hope they may see poetryin sunsets, "sermons in stones and runningbrooksand the creative handiwork of Godin nature.

I should seek pardon of The Supreme Architect and Artist, lest, in my feeble efforts todescribe it, I should desecrate His sublimework.

'Twas a rare and gorgeous sunset One late summer's peaceful night. Over the Rockies' lofty peaks Shone a gold and crimson light, Reaching up to heavenly heights, Decking clouds with colors bright; It floods the far flung western sky And portrays its awful might.

Showers had left dark clouds above, Canopy of protecting grandeur," Contrasts to enhance the beauty Of that which could not endure. While gazing in raptured aweList—a half score bombers roar Across the emblazoned sky As angels of mercy soar.

With golden wings they swiftly fly Guarding "Freedom's holy light." Too soon pass with brilliant gleam As we look with rapt delight. Inspired, we view the rapid change With openings wide and high Amid varied colors blended 'Gainst the clear cerulean sky.

Rent was the veil o'er the mountains For mortals to glimpse the light Of the beautiful Holy City Wherein there is no night. 'Ere the sunset of life appears May war and conflicts cease: May we glide o'er the Great Divide With the golden wings of peace.

Secretary and Treasurer, Suite 505, 60 Congress St., Boston 9, Mass.