1898

As these notes are being written the same pull that drew us to Hanover last June is working its spell upon Ninety-Nine. We wish them the same happy sort of a get-together that we had. They will not have, as we had, the interesting experience of witnessing the impact of a formal presidential visit upon a college town.

The reunion pull was pointed up for us last June when Bill Williams made his airplane hop for a hasty look-see. An equally strong urge to attend possessed Harrison Nichols but in his case the considerable mileage between Houston and Hanover presented too formidable an obstacle. His letter vividly recalling the days of long ago was read at the class banquet and during the reading my mind ran back over the years to an uproarious session of Prex Bartlett's theology class where a surprised Hoss found himself playing the stellar role. You doubtless remember the occasion. His letter will, I believe, interest those who were not present as it did those who were fortunate enough to be there.

DEAR CLASSMATES OF '98:

On this, the Fifty-Fifth reunion of our class, however much I yearn to be with you, my physician advises against my attending, but my love and interest in every minute of the reunion will be with you. The wonderful friendships I formed with many Dartmouth men during our four years in college I have carried with me through all my many years since graduation. The football, baseball, track and boxing I participated in while at Dartmouth all come back to me and I live them over and over again.

I think of the dinner in my room when Professor X's Plymouth Rock rooster was served with ten gallons of cherry cider bought from a farmer, of George Green standing on my desk expounding the virtues of the Brooklyn High School and of Fritz Roberts Eckstorm, the "Indian," Nolan, Gibbs, Edwards and my roommate, Seth Pope, partaking of the chicken and cider with pie for dessert. All these bring happy memories and may the pleasure of attending our Fifty-Fifth carry happy memories to each one of you.

I received a letter from Rowe and Kelly '97 on my birthday and also one from our very able secretary, Henry Crowley. Our class membership is getting thin and may God be kind to the few of us who are left.

With kindest regards to every member attending, I remain,

"The Ole Hoss"

The Lords are back in Hanover after a pleasant season at their winter home in Dunedin, Florida.

Mrs. Edith Smith died at her home in Dunedin, Florida, on May 1 after a long illness which had kept her confined to the house for the past three and a half years. To her husband, Melvin Smith, the Class extends its deepest sympathy. Henry Crowley of Clearwater, Florida, was unable to attend the funeral services because of absence in South Carolina where he was attending the funeral services of his brother-in-law.

Secretary and Treasurer Sullivan, Maine

Class Agent,, Gilmour, Rothery & Co. 40 Broad St., Boston 2, Mass.