1890

Prof. William P. Boynton o£ Whittier, Calif., "Pingree" to his classmates, writes that he has rarely seen members of '90 since he came to the coast in '97, Tom Perk then being in S.F.; that being grad. asst. at Dartmouth '93-'94, he knew personally men of classes from 'B6 to '97; that he is the author of one book and various minor articles—the word minor I copy from his letter, and thathe survived until they granted him the degree of D.Sc. at Clark University. Prof. Boynton is the oldest physicist of the Pacific Coast,and as such treated with the greatest courtesy.Prof. Sanford of Stanford University who diedrecently was considerably older, but Prof.Boynton was teaching physics at U.S.C. in.Los Angeles, when Stanford U. opened andhe came to the coast. Whittier is 15 miles eastof the center of Los Angeles, Prof. Boynton'saddress being 546 W. Beverly Blvd., whereDartmouth alumni may contact him.

Edwin O. Grover, '94, who sent me noticeof the degree of D.Sc. conferred on hisbrother, Frederick O. Grover '90, writes thatFred is 81 but erect as an Indian and almostas active; that he spent three weeks with himat his log cabin at the foot of HuckleberryMt., six miles from Hendersonville, N. C.;that Fred's insatiable curiosity kept him collecting four or five hours a day, hunting fornew varieties of wild blackberries, of whichhe has found a number; that Fred is a greatteacher and a true scientist. For further particulars see Who's Who as to these two wonderful brothers.

There was nothing in the undergraduatedays of some of ray classmates that gave anyindication of their future eminence. It mustbe that the wife had everything to do withit. In my class in B. U. Law School there wasone member of the class I thought ought tobe back on the farm. He was asst. librarian,my roommate being the librarian, who wasever talking about the keen insight his assistant had in all legal matters, I dissented emphatically and his assistant could not helpknowing about it. The family physician sentme off to the tropics. Years elapsed, the firstWorld War began and I was back in theU.S.A. On a trip to Texas during the war andwanting something to read to keep awake onthe Pullman, I bought the magazine American, opened it at random, and there staringme in the face was the picture of the man Isaid years ago in the Law School ought to beback on the farm. The photograph was thatof Owen D. Young. From then on until wereached Dallas I was wide awake. The firstthing I did on reaching the hotel was towrite him a letter of regret for being a rotten prophet. Never again.

Mrs. Mabel S. Locke, of Penacook, N. H. writes that she will be on hand next June 9-11 to keep that appointment. I need a guide to guide me about Hanover. I have never yet been able to orient myself while there.

Secretary and Treasurer, 3 Dartmouth Place, Boston, Mass. Class Agent, 160 Main St., Madison, Me.