1902

A letter from Ben Riley accuses me of not reading the communications from classmates. I would again call his and other classmates' attention to the fact that my notes are published in the MAGAZINE one month after submission. They have to arrive in the office of the editor on the fifth of the month preceding date of publication. Once more I will state that Hermon Farwell wrote the poem I included in the notes. Ben Riley is responsible for only one line and that line inspired the poem. Gentlemen, we thank you both.

There came a letter from Mose Perkins written from California. According to him, he and Harriette are already twice great-grandparents. And here was I bragging about the coming of a great-grandchild this May. Mose is several years younger than I. Mose wrote asking for one of the class directory booklets which our efficient predecessor, Phil Thompson, made and had printed. Mose went on to tell how he had been to a Dartmouth dinner and there found Cap Pillsbury. Forgive me, Cap; I know you are a general as well as a doctor, but you are still Cap to us old fellows.

The other day I received a package from Roy Hatch in which was a pamphlet written by Stan Cobb on the subject of Bahaism. Stan himself is an ardent Bahaist. There is much in this religion that appeals to a thinking man. Until it became just another organized sect I had thought it might be on the road to supersede Christianity. The last I knew, Stan had a very successful private school in the city of Washington.

I wonder if you fellows have heard that Jack Kirker '04 has passed on. Alpha Delt, I think he was. He died just a year after his wife. I was fond of Jack.

I was so pleased to have a letter from Ida Dudley. Charles was in Florida at the time and the old rascal never came near me. I think now I have given recognition of the reception of all the letters from the class. If I have left anyone out write again and remind me.

My personal notes run much as follows. My wife and I both have had a session with this virus which has been sweeping the whole country but we are on the way up now. Our daughter and her husband are in India on their way from a business trip to Japan. They are supremely happy. Our grandson Tom Barnes Clapp '52 and his wife are in southern Italy for the winter. They, too, sound happy and content.

One day a couple of weeks ago I answered a rap on the door and found Bill Little and his wife. Many of you will not remember Bill for he was with us only one year. Whatever the length of his stay in Hanover, Bill is a loyal Dartmouth man. He looked young and happy. We liked his wife.

So long, dear boys, till June. Send me some news, however small it may seem to you. It's the small things that interest us.

Secretary, 210 Columbus Ave., Coronado Station New Smyrna Beach, Fla.

Class Agent, 130 Woodbridge PL, Leonia, N. J.