1899

More anent the 47th Roundup in "The Old Man Says" column in the Bainbridge Review: "It is the first day of March. Tonight I am a little lonesome—nostalgic—l think the word is. The reason is that back in a room at the University Club in Boston a few old men are eating and drinking (mostly hot milk) and 'do you remembering.' They are what is left of my class in college. They have been doing this the first Saturday in March for 47 years. Once I was there several years ago. It was a pleasant occasion. Some time the next morning, another classmate and I took a taxi for our hotels. He was professor of mathematics (Tony Willard) in an eastern college. He told the taxi man where to leave us. After awhile, I figured out that I was at his hotel, so another taxi took me back to my hotel where the professor was still explaining to a bored clerk that I had disappeared.

"Back in Boston tonight the conversation will be far different from what it was when we first met on that eastern college campus over fifty years ago. We were a fresh, green bunchalthough we didn't think so.

"We were the largest class that had ever been in that little college up to that time. It is not a little college any more. The classes now are larger than the whole college was then. We talked then of football and the football teams. We talked of 'hazing.'

"A bunch of us never got 'hazed.' We lived on the old side of the campus. Our rooms were heated by stoves which we had to run ourselves, and mostly we had kerosene lamps.

"We were all freshmen and most of us were fairly well grown. We had a telegraph instrument in every room. When a bunch dropped in to take one of us out for their pleasure—a few raps on the telegraph and the room would fill up with husky freshmen.

"We were never hazed, but one sophomore hurt his arm a little bit when he was thrown downstairs.

"We talked about girls, of course. Most of us had a best girl—but if you had asked, 'ls she the neck's best girl, too?' we would not have known what you meant. The girl of that period was a little dear—not a little bare.

"Of course,we would talk occasionally about our school work. I roomed at one time with a chap who was afterward a much beloved superintendent of schools in New Hampshire.

"We had a course in psychology—not as they teach it now, with split personalities, frustrations and shock treatments. Freud wasn't known then. It was really 'logic.' The first sentence in the lecture was 'All mentality has its corporeal relations.'

"One of my classmates, passed the course by writing that sentence as an answer to each question in the exam. My roommate took to the stuff, as it came naturally to him. His mother was a Seven-Day Adventist and his father a Vermont Democrat—both curiosities in those days. I passed because I sat next to him."

The Sunday issue of the Miami Herald, March 16, published a news story, by a staff member, of the Sanborn home there in which it mentioned "the warm aura of deep color that verifies the charm of this singularly untropical Miami home." There were three large illustrations of interiors showing "family heirlooms and fondly collected antiques in a blanket of mahogany and burgundy reds."

Dr. Dave Parker attended the convention of the American Society for the Study of Goiter held in Atlanta, Ga., the first week in April.

Mark it on your calendar now—the fourth annual '99 family weekend gathering at the New Ocean House, Swampscott, Mass., June 21-22.

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