1889

Oliver S. Warden of Great Falls, Montana, familiarly known as "Doc" Warden by all undergraduate students of our time, has been chosen president of the class of '89 to fill the vacancy caused by the death of Henry P. Blair.Mr. and Mrs. Harry Frost in February took a cruise in the Caribbean on the P. & O. SS Florida. It included a visit to Havana.

George Bard is getting along nicely at his new home in Nashville, Tenn. He keeps in touch with affairs by accompanying in business his son Robert, with whom he lives. When word last came from him he was with his son in Louisville, Ky., on a business trip. He is looking forward to being at our 60th anniversary reunion in June.

"Fush" Hazen writes that he doesn't think he will ever get used to living in Utah after spending so much of his life in Montana. As regards Mrs. Hazen, however, he states that living in Utah with their son and family is the best place there is for her in her present state of poor health. There apparently is no prospect of their coming to Hanover for our reunion in June.

A recent letter from Ralph Doane—written by his daughter—reports that he is interested in the plans for our reunion in June and would like nothing better than to attend, but he is not certain that he could be away from home at that time. The letter enclosed an interesting snapshot picture his daughter took of him last winter standing outside the front door of his house during a snowstorm.

It is proposed to erect a suitable memorial to Henry Blair in St. Mark's Church, Washington, D. C., to which he devoted a large portion of his time and interest during his entire life.

Our classmate, Rev. Ozora Stearns Davis, died March 15, 1931, in his 65th year. His life was rich in accomplishment. In early youth his gifted power of expression was revealed when he composed these lines:

"I long to find one soul akin to mine, One heart so like my own that it would see With pitying eyes my soul's infirmity And show for it some sympathetic sign, One heart where I, as to a votive shrine Might bring my toils and victories trustingly And know that there was ever peace for me-For triumph, joy; for wounds, love's oil and wine.I yearn to know the rapture that would grow As years made holier our sweet common way, To brave together life's wide, beating sea, Undaunted by whatever wind might blow; And then, as darkness closes on the day, To pass, through death, to love's eternity."

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

Class Agent, 12 Clinton Ave., Dobbs Ferry, N. Y.