1909

I've got a lot of stuff on tap, but do you think I'm going to give it all to you this issue? No. In the first place, there's not enough space allocated to classes that have no more than 200 subscribers to the ALUMNI MAG. and in the second place there's a Diddings to be gotten out.

Our family here in the Garden Spot has been lessened by one. Poor old Junior (that's the black cat), who journeyed with us from Chi when we moved to Ohio in 1937, kicked the bucket. She was all but 17 years old, which, in the life of a human, would be 119 years. The last couple weeks she wouldn't eat much of anything, and then one night she lay down on the dining room rug and went peacefully into the long sleep. The wife and daughter Becky wrapped her in the last of the doll blankets that've been kicking around since childhood days and buried her out by the garden wall.

Junior was a determined old girl. She never took nothing from nobody. She was strictly a mieau cat, making her wants known, particularly when she felt like a snack, with insistence. Her absence is felt, most likely because she had been with us longer than any other animal. Now, all we have left is Lana, the glamour girl, who showed signs of being a high producer, until we had her fixed. In various spots around the yard are buried five cats and two dogs.

Starts the New Year Right

B. Matthew Scully, of the Stoneham Scullys, writes that he's feeling fine, but gets tired more easily than of yore. He's one of those pajama guys, he says, but last summer when he got sunburned around the torso, he was wishing for a good old fashioned nightshirt. One time he bought a nightie for his wife Ethel, a beauty garment made out of nylon parachute cloth, only to discover printed on the sash these words: "Count ten before pulling." Now for some of B. Matthew's observa- tions about a few classmates:

"I see Cad Cummings quite often. He is still the same old cheerful guy, tickled to death to see a classmate, or any Dartmouth man. He is a big shot in the Strahan Wall Paper Co., in Chelsea. It was interesting and instructive when Cad showed me how they can print 12 different colors at the same time. .. .Al Newton is a guy who never changes —always that big fat cigar and that contagious grin on his big, round face, always glad to see you, no matter how busy. Believe me, he handles a big lot of fish. . . . Bob Stone, the big paper executive, sits contentedly at the desk of his big paper dispensing plant. His only complaint is that he hasn't enough to do. . . . Norm Catharin, one of Bob's able administrators, is big, stout, full of pep, active and sprightly of step for such a big guy. We all owe him a debt of gratitude for the work he did for us when he was class agent.

"Silk Laughlin is looking well, one of the best liked and highly respected citizens of Gardner, Mass., the chair city. He has a boy who is studying law, I think at Boston University. ... While in Maine last summer, I looked up George Hinckley in South Portland. He has a nice home on a hill. The gardens in back are beautiful, and he has a couple swell places for outdoor cooking. George wasn't home when we called. Dutch West has a nice estate outside of Portland on beautiful Falmouth Foreside. He wasn't home when we called. He is much interested in yachting, I understand."

Scull's son, who is teaching chemistry at Fairfield University, Fairfield, Conn., showed his class some bone chips from an operation he had on his nose, and asked them to guess what they were. One boy replied, "They look like pieces of an old crab to me." He blushed when he learned the facts, but B. Matthew Jr. got a big kick out of it, showing that he can take it as well as the old man.

Items of Personal Interest

Word comes from my Montpelier, Vt„ correspondent Joe Blakely 'OB that Wiley Peck, St. Johnsbury, suffered a stroke while in his garage and lay on the cement floor an undetermined time before he was found. His wife Dorothy took him to the hospital when he developed pneumonia. He was there for several weeks and has since been in a nursing home in St. Johnsbury. Latest report is that his mind is clearer and he can walk with assistance, but that he'll probably be in the home for some time. Why not write him? The address is 36 Spring St., St. J.

Al Newton reports that Walter Brown, the banana king, was involved in an auto accident while on his way to Florida. His car was wrecked, his vacation lost, but neither he nor the Mrs. was badly injured, fortunately.

Art Weinz has been in New York on some special work for his company, Carters Ink. Speaking of Florida, Bunk Irwin and his charming helpmeet Blanche have been basking these winter months in Gainesville which is right near the lake country where Bunk's been trying his hand at fishing. He gives his catches away because he doesn't like warm water fish. By the time you read this, they'll be back at their farm outside Norwich, Vt.

It's reported that Wallace Mason Ross and his better half stayed a night at the castle of Pop Chesley '08 on the shores of Lake Lorraine, Hamilton, N. Y. That was last summer. Reporter Bill Knight 'OB had better get on the trail of this story and find out how come Pop's got a castle.

Doc Ben Burpee and Mickey McLane are running a pretty close race on grandkids. Mickey's got ten and Ben, eight. Ben says he's the only classmate who's got him beat, but he expects to come from behind after giving his kids a pep talk. Farewell, classmates. I hope you'll recover from income tax blues.

Class Notes Editor, Pioneer Trail, Aurora, Ohio Secretary and Treasurer, Sandwich, Mass. Bequest Chairman, 75 Federal St., Boston 10, Mass.