1890

The only classmate about whom I can report this month is Rowe. I talked with him by telephone and found that he was well, was eating and sleeping, hugging the stove and waiting for warm weather, as are the rest of us who haven't anything else to look forward to.

I was interested while reading a copy of The Bulletin recently in some of the attractions which are offered the students today, lectures, concerts, programs offered by language clubs, the Psychology Club, the Players, the Forensic Union, the Carpenter Art Galleries, and a lot of others; and I wondered how there was any time left for the regular class work. Sixty-five years ago, we had nothing, except one or two whist and poker clubs, and an occasional diversion when Prof. Pollens chased some students through the corridors of Dartmouth after illicit beer.

I noticed also that Rollins Chapel was to be closed for a few days for some needed repairs, which would reveal some of its beauties to students who hadn't noticed them before. We men of '90 knew them all, as Chapel was compulsory, as was Church on Sunday. There was no complaint because that was the way it was and had been for some time. We lived in a different world, and graduated into that world, and the percentage of successes was probably the same then as today, but I still wonder when there is time for study. We got a chuckle sometimes when a student would be seen running across the campus in order to reach the Chapel before the last stroke of th« bell, clutching his coat with one hand while holding up his pants with the other hand.

Secretary and Treasurer South Acton, Mass.