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North of Boston

April 1955 PARKER MERROW '25
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North of Boston
April 1955 PARKER MERROW '25

They aint much happened sence the last riting. Long last January I driv to Concord to get sworn in to the Governor's Council, representing the northern part of the state. Father, he done the same thing in 1909.

Lane Dwinnell '28, who lives in Lebanon, he got sworn in as Governor. They was the usual treading around and flashing brass and lunches and popping flash bulbs. The Dreadnaught she went with me and wore the remains of deceased animils around her neck and looked real nice if I do say so.

The next morning at ten, Lane he blowed the whistle. They is five of us on his Council. We work with him and argue with him on all major appointments, taking of land, highway layouts, payment of bills, pardons and some departmental policies.

The Council Chamber is laid out real impressive. I trod in and dumped the brief case and put on my nigh-to glasses. The other four Councillors done likewise. I had the same place at the table my Father had. Behind me was the clock that his Governor, Quimby, gave the State when he and his Council finished their term. It set there, ticking time away very quiet and persistent. Outside the wind rumbled the windows and the snow was white lines against the old buildings.

Picked up the first item on the agenda and thot "This is it. Poli Sci under Big Jim Richardson and English with Doc White. Doc Griggs trying to make us see the sweep and cycle of life. Prexy Hopkins hammering away at the open mind and the search for truth and what is man's duty to society. Thousands of miles of the long roads and the work of the years to sharpen a fellow's ability - and now, are we as good men as our Fathers were - can we do as good a job as they done?"

Then it was half past twelve and Lane stood up at the head of the long-table and like our Governors have done for over IKO Years, closed the meeting.

A quick bite to eat while we laid out our work and run a quick post-mortem. Then home through the snow and the wind. I do wisht that wun or two of you fellers could of ben along. You might of liked it.