1902

It is difficult to be sure that one does not repeat oneself in preparing class notes. So often one goes beyond the allowed space and has to cut his material after it is written.

Phil passed on to me a very touching note from Mrs. Neale Carley enclosing an unfinished letter from Neale. He had so hoped to attend our Fiftieth.

It was a great regret to all returning classmates that Hartshorn could not be with us. His life had been so full of service and adventure that he has much of interest to contribute.

There is so much that I want to talk about with classmates that I cannot compress it into the 500 words allowed by the MAGAZINE. I suspect that I shall have to get out a class letter when I am home again. In the meantime, write me unless you want this column to degenerate into an autobiography. As much as I like to talk about myself, I don't want that.

On August 23, my birthday, Phil and JennyThompson and Frank Halliday '01 and his Helen came to us for a picnic. Of "course you know Phil lives in Portland. Frank has a place a few miles from us in Maine and lives in Winter Park, Fla. He is the same slender fellow we remember in college, when his grit and determination made him a fullback on the football team in spite of his size. We had a delightful day discussing and gossiping about the college of our youth.

Driving down from Maine this week, we spent Monday night with Herman De Anguera and Alice at their lovely home in Wakefield. As he ever has been, Duke is busy serving the local community and that grand person, Alice, quite keeps abreast of her husband. The active life seems to agree with Duke for he fairly radiates health.

As I write we are staying a few days with our daughter in Westport, Conn., where our grandson, Tom Barnes Clapp '52, is awaiting - impatiently I think the decision of the Government on what to do with the next few years of his life.

A few days ago there came a letter from Judge Davis B. Keniston, our class treasurer, enclosing a check to meet the expenses of your secretary. Thank you, Dave. You should shortly receive a receipt in the form of your cancelled check.

Now, listen, you fellows. I want letters from you right off —quick. My copy has to reach the MAGAZINE on the fifth of the month preceding date of publication. For example, the notes I am writing now will be printed in the November issue. Understand?

You will be pleased to know that Roy Hatch is recovering from his heart attack. So long till December.

Secretary, 210 Columbus Avenue, Coronado Station, New Smyrna Beach, Fla. Treasurer, 73 Tremont St., Boston 8, Mass