1933

The prevailing distemper has us in its grippe. Yes, it's as bad as that, and then some, and you can have it. But Widmayer must have these notes and he'll get as many as our knees can stand supporting this battered Underwood while we peck 'em out propped up on our bed of pain. If we strike a feverish note now and then, put it down to one of the miserable variations on the theme of Spring Fever that Hanover insists on playing about this time every year. You can see that we're in a fine frame of mind about this. When Jack Wright came over last night to listen to our wheezes and give us the needle, and found us on the irritable side, he told our better half: "That's a good sign. He's getting better." Well, that may be, but already this writing machine's getting heavy.

A highly welcome and, as he admits, along overdue letter this month from BillGaynor, from way down yonder in Shreveport, La. Come in, Bill:

"There's no point in beating about the bush I owe you a letter—if there's a prize for understatement on that one just forward it, postpaid. Now that s off my chest, just where did you lose me? I suspect it was when I moved from Washington, D. C., to Philadelphia—if I remember correctly, you chided me once or twice through your columns about a trip taken to Hanover by various and sundry of the Washington constituents, it must have been after that—anyhoo, I moved to Philly and decided to keep my counsel, as they say in the diplomatic set —along about several months after that I went and did it and got married. I believe that an announcement went to you but if you never got it let me know, because I think there may still be one or two lying around and I'd be glad to send you one for the sake of the record I got the best one in the world and if any of you are still looking you'd better give up and take what you can get. Every intention pointed to our getting to the last reunion, but we were in Texas and circumstances were such that we couldn't make it.

"We settled down for awhile in Philly but we soon found that we were both very tired of the hurly-burly of the big city, so, being adventuroussouls, we picked up everything we owned, which wasn't much, and moved forthwith to Shreveport and have been here ever since. We have more or less just gotten through building a house, having decided that we would be here for a while the

struggles we went through would make Dr. Bindings blanch and run for a hole but I guess that is another story. For the sake of you poor benighted souls, let the record state that we are both very happy and have no regrets about leaving the North or East as you may choose to call it people down here are very friendly and helpful beyond that, we've found that the average citizen here works a heck of a lot harder than you characters, believe it or not, but he has a good time doing it, and he has more fun relaxing. ... One more word, the latch string is out for anyone of you good people at any time. We haven't seen any Dartmouth men in many a moon and would be glad at any time for someone to put in an appearance."

Them's fightin' words Bill says abaht the Nawth and Sowth, and while we can't exactly put in a claim of working harder than he is right now, there's the stuff here for an argument that maybe somebody wants to take up with him. Good to hear from him after all these years, and we've made a note to pull the latch string on that dream house of his the next time we're in Shreveport, but that's not likely to cost him anything for a while yet. Shreveport is a little off the track we keep to between Valley Road and the campus, but there'll come a day....

Don and Muggsie D'Arcy were in town last week. Their youngest, Susan, has been suffering from a persistent low grade infection of some kind that refused to yield to treatment, and their Dover doctor sent her up here to have a series of tests made at the Mary Hitchcock. Muggsie stayed at the Inn and Don spent as much time here as he could spare from his business. We spent several very pleasant evenings with them, and were delighted to have a chance for leisurely visits that their usual hectic trips up here for football games, etc., never permit.

A clipping from the Worcester (Mass.) Telegram recently brought us the'only word we've had in a long time about Fran Harrington, who was recently elected president of the Worcester Plan E Association, a civic organization that sponsors research and improvements in local government.

The engagement of Nancy Louise Hallet of Portland, Me., to Jim Woods, formerly of Boston and now living in Portland, was announced in February.

Just to give you an idea how news of the class straggles in to us. On March 6 we received word, described by the writer as "a belated announcement" of the birth on October 19 last of a baby daughter to John andCarolyn Parker of Cincinnati. Six months or so from now, we trust, an announcement of the baby's name will brighten our mail.

Speaking of that, if we don't get the Underwood off these poor legs we'll have paralysis as well as the flu and we hate to think what Jack Wright would have to do about that. Cheerio, must gargle and aspirin now.

Secretary, 20 Valley Rd., Hanover, N. H. Treasurer, 2812 Grant Bldg., Pittsburgh 19, Pa. Class Agent, The Stanley Works, New Britain, Conn.