1889

The many holiday greetings from members of our class, and from families of members no longer with us, were received by your secretary with grateful appreciation.

George Bard spent Christmas with his son Robert and his family in Nashville, Tenn. A week later he was in Cambridge, Mass., for New Year's Day with his relatives—the Sandersons. Owing to a virus germ your secretary was endeavoring to destroy before it was spread to others, the usual friendly chat enjoyed whenever George visits Boston was carried on over the telephone.

From Mrs. David Burford ("Ozy" Davis' daughter Elizabeth) a letter has recently been received, in which she expresses the pleasure it gives her to be included in our class family group. Her husband's nephew has applied for admission to Dartmouth next year and last summer Mr. and Mrs. Burford, while they were in New England, took his parents to Hanover to see "Ozy's" Dartmouth, which remained close and dear to him always. Mrs. Burford writes: "My father took us all to Han- over more than once to walk around and see the place which gave him so much, and to share in his recollections."

A welcomed note has come from our ever faithful classmate "Slugger" Currier from his home in Elkin, N. C. He is greatly pleased with the photograph Bard sent him of our 57th-year Reunion group. He enjoys having it in his room where it can easily be seen. He refers to having received a letter from Dearborn written in Crescent City, Fla., and says, with characteristic humor, that Dearborn "does not give a damn any more about John L. Lewis."

A revival of associations connected with loyal classmates long since departed is sure to give pleasure and strengthen the bond which holds in a friendly group our few members that are left. Such a happy event was made real recently in regard to "Hal" Knight, our popular classmate who passed on more than thirty years ago, when your secretary received from the devoted woman "Hal" married, Martha Hogeman Knight, a most cordial note, such as she has abundantly shown her ability to write by her letters received in previous years. Their youngest daughter, Mrs. James S. Willis, joins her mother in sending to the members of our class their greetings and sincere appreciation of all that their association with our class means to them.

"Jabe" Ellis, at the time of his death last June, was a member of the University Club of Chicago, and had formerly served with the Illinois 17th Regiment.

A letter from Ned Dearborn, written from Crescent City, Fla., on the shortest day of the year, states the hour of sunset there to be 5:30 P.M. (More than one hour later than in Boston.) Leaving Littleton, N. H., late in October, he and his daughter, Mrs. Helen Mills, motored South in a round-about way to get a run over eighty miles of the turnpike between Harrisburg and Pittsburgh (at one cent per mile) and thence southward in order to cross the Great Smoky Mountains. He writes that these mountains are really beautiful, clad with verdure up to their peaks of nearly 6,000 feet, the crest where they crossed over on a fine road being more than 5,000 feet.

On reaching Florida they continued south as far as Key West, when they turned back, finding "No Vacancy" signs everywhere until they reached Crescent City, a small town about eighty miles south of Jacksonville, where they are settled for the winter. Somehow or other Dearborn found out that Pattee, Dartmouth '88, was living in Florida at Coronado Beach, so on the way up the coast after leaving Key West he decided to call upon him. It seems that the night the class of 'B9 horned the class of 'BB our freshman year—the melee occuring in front of the hotel—in the course of the fracas, Pattee picked Dearborn up by the collar and the seat of his pants and threw him high-wide-and- handsome over towards the campus. Learning that Pattee was residing at Coronado Beach he decided to call upon him to see if he thought he could do it now. Gamely enough, as Pattee looked at Dearborn through his screen door, he said he thought he could. Pattee is now 84. Thereupon they had a half-hour chat and parted friends. Dearborn writes that this little visit has been the highlight of his trip thus far.

Secretary and Treasurer, 108 Mt. Vernon St., Boston 8, Mass.