1904

Opening the February number to Squid's picture, there was an immediate hunch that it had historical value. An inquiry brought this paragraph from our Agent—

"You are right regarding my picture in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. It was taken in a graveyard, none other than the private burial ground of Daniel Webster and his family at Marshfield. This was on the occasion of the solemn pilgrimage Gene, Sex, Beck and I made in October, 1940, to the final resting place of Daniel, Dartmouth's most distinguished alumnus."

The pictures of McDavitt '00, Ward '01. Hatch '02, French '03, Hatch '0.5, Blood '06, McLane '07 recall occurrences in undergraduate life with the members of their respective classes during four intimate Hanover years.

The Class Get-Together planned at the Statler for the Boston Alumni Drive provided an enjoyable double feature occasion for l.ampee, Willard, Moulton, Walker, Brackett, Bullock, Sexton, Woods, Andrews, Hinman and son, Robinson, Bolster and son, and Sewall with son-in-law. Living way off in Keene, N. H., Ira Willard had passed up Boston parties for 44 years, but he fell for this one and indicated that he might try it at least once more. Judge Sewall flew down from Portland after adjourning Court. Rosie was on his way to a meeting of the Sex Crime Committee in Concord the following day and thought he might get some helpful data. Sid stretched on a chaise lounge at Everglades, Palm Beach, under "clear skies and 80° temperature" bemoans his inability to do anything but send his greetings. Beck "finesober- industrious-bald"sent regards and a Wah-Hoo-Wah & K.U.A. for 1904; Regrets and regards from Manguerian, Maynard, Wing, and Jig Special request from Leddy, who wants to see any members of the Class passing through Dover, N. H., at 150 Central Ave.; Tinker Gale hoped to come but didn't succeed. An exchange of letters . between Ike and Robbie indicate that Ike s health has benefitted since his retirement, but referring "the decision to the ground hog-his adviser on February weather-the Woodchuck won by shadow control. Here's a suggestion from Ike:

"Have just read The Tamarack Tree and found it interesting. I recommend it if you haven't already read it. The story brings in Squid's hero, Daniel Webster, to whose memory Squid and I drank a toast recently. Squid called me up on Daniel's birthday, and though separated, we did an Eleazer for good old Daniel."

A reply card from Edge's secretary brought the only sour note with the news that Edge is hospitalized with a broken hip. A telephone call as this column is written gets the welcome news that he is making good progress, up on crutches daily and carrying on well. This hip was broken seventeen years ago but the old injury was not damaged. The fall occurred on Elm Street, Manchester's main stem—on which both his home and office are located, about 5 P.M., January 12. He is at The Sacred Heart Hospital, Manchester.

After carrying all the water used in our household since late October this Boston party seemed a brief out from the unusual rigors of this winter for the writer. However, the weatherman pushed the mercury an inch lower (20 below on February 4) the oilman spoke a little more sharply about caution in fuel use and Nancy, our youngest daughter, began her fourth week of whooping cough—YES—l WAS HOME.

The conclusion of my February Column indicated disappointment in not having heard more class news of Fellows and Nolan when they were with us. Modesty is an asset yet it should not stifle and hide the successes of individuals in a Class family from the family group. Cannot we use Squid's letters, whicn reach only 1904 men, for confidential class purposes where your hobbies, business successes, desires, family news, disappointments, etc., may become class knowledge?

Here's another installment from Tom's good letter:

"I should have written you before to tell you of the fine visit I had with Harry and Ray Morse at Los Angeles this last March. We spent a very happy day together talking over old times, and occasionally polishing off a little drink. San Jacinto, where Harry and Ray live, is about one hundred miles from Los Angeles, so they came up for the day. I was there on a flying trip, visiting an old friend of mine, Henry R. Wagner, who will be eighty-five this fall. Henry is a great bookman and was especially honored at Yale last fall by being given an honorary degree in absentia, about the third time in Yale's history that this has been done. He is full of pep and vigor, and after spending three or four days around Los Angeles, with various parties going on, we motored in his car up to San Francisco for another round of them. I didn't have time to go farther north to Seattle and see my other college room-mate NatHardy, as I had to come directly east from San Francisco.

"I was much pleased this last winter to be elected a trustee of the New York Historical Society, an old, active and rich institution, and to be put on its Library and Publications Committees, for work of that kind is what I most enjoy doing. I am working very hard on various bibliographies, and most of the time I get great pleasure out of life, though every now and then there are some bad days, which I imagine all of us have as we get older."

Secretary, Canaan Street Lodge, Canaan, N. H. Treasurer, Morristown, N. J. Class Agent, 9 Foxcroft Rd., Winchester, Mass.

1901-1902-1903-1904-1905 Next ANNUAL DINNER At SCHRAFFT'S, 19 West St. Boston Friday, May 14, 1948 6:30 P.M.