1899

From his late photograph, would you recognize Ned Baldwin? He has left his winter address in Florida and his current address is: 13 3rd St., N.E., Washington, D. C.

News of the death of A. B. Tootell in Minneapolis, February 24, was received late in April. See article in the In Memoriam columns of this issue.

Joe Hartlery's wife died March 31. Joe continues to live in the home they long occupied in Manchester, N. H., with treasured memories of long years with a grand helpmate.

As good reading for our members and their contemporaries in this anniversary month of our fiftieth reunion, the column is mostly devoted to the publication of the following poem written for the occasion by Gordon Gerould and read by him at our fiftieth reunion class dinner:

THEN AND NOW- SOME VERSES ABOUT US

The way stretched out before us, and our hearts . .. ,

Were high, for we had done with childish things— |§ |

So we were told—and men we thought our- selves, • . * . "1 _ i. C i. /loir

Yes, dreams came with us that September day When we first crossed the echoing bridge and plunged

With creak of harness to our enchanted plain. The dreams we kept, though soon their shape was changed

And changed again as winters came and went And gave us, boys no longer, man's estate.

You will remember in what curious ways The bonds were forged which made us Ninety- nine:

The wicked battle fought in Dartmouth Hall When salt rained down and heavy pews were split,

I Though not by some peculiar grace our heads; The other rush; the games where strength and skill

Made those so gifted heroes of their day; For some far wanderings across the hills; For all, the stream of talk that interwove Our lives and was less idle than it seemed. We learned from one another, sharpened wits In searching out the follies of the world And sometimes caught a flashing hint of truth.

For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, As Milton says, and fed somewhat reluctant From common platters with or without Greek. Some few there were, Long Jim and Luke at least,

Who made all knowledge equally their own, But most went stumbling forward, half awake And trying awkwardly to feel our way. Ambitions changed—Bandmaster Pearl began To find excitement in his lifelong quest, Neal Hoskins, Bones, and others of their craft In learning how to cure the body's ills. So one by one we chose some path to follow, The law, or engineering, business, news, The teacher's life, while Montie all alone Kept fast his aim to preach the word of God The blood of youth was in us; life was good; We could be gay in spite of great resolves. Sometimes the northern lights would dazzle us; More often we were led by some dim star.

— Now fifty years have gone. The star has set For many of our band, their work well done, But they, the unforgotten, still our comrades, Are knit with us in memories of youth. Our circle is not broken, nor will be, Since loyal friendship joins us to the end.

The world on which we ventured is no more;

Things grown familiar are new-formed and strange

From television back to flying planes, And realms of knowledge open now to all Were still undreamt of fifty years ago. What then? The things we cherish do not change,

O ' The triune virtues and the quest for truth.

The Secretary and our Class Agent Phil Winchester attended the meeting of alumni officers at Hanover, May z and 3. It was pleas- ant to see Mrs. Winchester again, who came to Hanover with Phil.

Secretary, The New York Times 229 West 43rd St., New York 36, N. Y.

Treasurer, 11 Park View Drive, Worcester, Mass.

Class Agent, 659 Allen St., Syracuse 10, N. Y.