1899

The picture at the Old Pine was sent to the Secretary by Judge Donahue. A bygone day and bygone hair. Would that both could come back.

Among birthdays in June is that of Kimmie who has been far away from most of us for a long, long time. Knowing all would like to hear from him, I asked him to write a letter and here it is, from his 1199 Mar Vista Ave., Pasadena, Calif., address:

Thanks, Joe for still thinking of me as a 99er. Just received the picture of the '99 roundup from "P" and how many times have I looked at those photos, appreciated them and wished I could have been there. They and the signatures ot the members sent from the reunions (another gesture much appreciated) have been the only contact with the class in gatherings for 45 years. When Rab Abbott and Willis Hod skins were here, there were three of us and that was the peak so far as California was concerned. For years I carried the banner for '99 all alone in this state and didn't even see a member of the class. Since coming to California, Warren has given me a feeling of belonging, usually getting in touch with us on his trips west. Tim Lynch passed up North Carolina one year to come out to California, much to our delight, especially as Detta was then with him.

"When the N.E.A. held their convention here I was hoping we would see some of the fellows and sure enough Clarence Joy came over and called. Thinking of those who have gone—and what a lot of fine fellows that includes—when in San Francisco I saw A. H. Brown a number of times. 'Fat Foss. I regret to say, I missed although I made a number of attempts to see him. His widow called on us after his death so I heard from good old 'Fat' rather intimately. Bob Rowe was out here one year and Jim Richardson spent the greater part of his sabbatical year in Pasadena in 1936. That is one year I remember, it being the year I bought our car and the old Buick is still running all right. Had a long rest during the gasoline drought.

"This has been a banner year for me. 'P' came along with the Rotary in the spring. Lute Oakes called up on one of his trips to Los Angeles. I expected to hear of vast engineering feats, but he told me of his pride and joy in gaining only twelve pounds since college days, not much on that grand physique, yet his wife complained that he is losing his youthful figure.

"And then Warren invited us to dinner at the Biltmore with his wife and Frank Staley and his wife. What a year for me.

"As for us, Emma's health has been bad for the past year but is now better. I feel fine but these cardiographs show me up and neither of us can work in the flowers, our principal pleasure. Fortunately I am still allowed to drive a car and that means a lot in California. We did enjoy going out for our dinners, but now I am on a diet and we go out so seldom.

"Everyone comes to California, and when you '99'ers make the trip I wish you would come and see us, at least call me up."

Another birthday in June is Peddy Miller's. Here's a recent letter from him:

"Ernest and Mrs. Silver and George Clark have just driven down here from Plymouth to visit us for. a week in Black Mountain, N. C. Ernest said that if he had known the last seven miles up our mountain, he would not have dared to leave Plymouth. Before he had finished with Western North Carolina, that road looked quite ordinary. After seeing the local sights for two days we started out Friday morning, visited the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, one of the monuments in America. Thence we went through the Cherokee Indian Reservation and over the Great Smokies, and up Clingman Dome, several hundred feet higher than Mount Washington and down to Gatlinburg, Tenn., for the night. The Plymouth crowd agreed that the New Hampshire Mountains look rather amateurish, both in extent and height, by comparison. We went on from Gatlinburg City, miles to Oak Ridge. A friend who lives in the 'area' had secured passes and took us all over the place, showing up what we were allowed to see. It would be difficult to find educated people who could take away fewer atomic secrets even if we had been allowed to hear them. Chuck's physics didn't deal with such matter. To the relief of all of us, George could not use his camera. The secret of atomic fissure is still safe. We spent the night at the guest house, and the Plymouth people went to an amateur play—'The Man Who Came to Dinner.' I visited my friends. There are some thirty thousand people living within the area, formerly seventy-five thousand, and now again increasing the number. After the night at Oak Ridge we returned by way of the T.V.A. and the camera again came out. They went back through Charlottesville, Va., where they are seeing the University of Virginia and Monticello, and thence to the forbidding climate of Plymouth. Being a guide is a good occupation for a retired man."

Besides to Kimmie and Peddy, happy June birthdays also to Sam Smith and Luke Varney.

Mrs. Joy is offering for sale the ancestral Joy Farm at Barrington, near Rochester, N. H., 225 acres, 50 on a lake shore, 9-room house, 4 fireplaces, modern heat and conveniences, barn and other outbuildings. Pass the word along.

Following their Florida sojourn, Hawleyand Mrs. Chase visited their daughter and her husband, J. N. Berry, Jr., where the latter is the publisher and manager of a live weekly newspaper The Logger-Tidings. The April 16 issue contained an editorial with a by-line by H. B. Chase on the significance of current trends in international and domestic political events.

Secretary, The New York Times 329 West 43rd St., New York 18, N. Y. Treasurer,34 Brighton Rd., Worcester, Mass. Class Agent, 659 Allen St., Syracuse, N. Y.