1898

Hanover, as many of us have learned, managed to stage its Winter Carnival without snow and Dartmouth stood at the top in the skiing field. With such success in this area, can it be that our college will soon stage its football games without a football or graduate its students without examinations?

Harold G. Rugg '06, Associate Librarian of the College, in charge of the Archives Department and long-time Secretary of Phi Beta Kappa and Literary Editor of this magazine, died Feb. 13 in Dick's House. Many '98 men, who have returned to Hanover at any time since 1906, like countless other alumni, had contact with Harold Rugg in one way or another and have been informed and aided by him. In many ways he belonged, not only to his own class, but to all of the alumni, a great many of whom knew him personally. His death is a heavy blow to the College and to all of his friends.

We have spoken earlier of the great activity in Hanover in regard to the 200th Anniversary Program of the College. You will soon be hearing from Bucky Chandler in respect to the Alumni Fund and will realize that the College is anxious that this method of expressing our devotion to Dartmouth be in no degree lessened, for it is most essential for the welfare of the College that it be continued one hundred percent plus.

The death of Charlie Littlefield Feb. 2 brings a picture of one who lived a very busy and useful life and who gave encouragement and cheer wherever he was. Though a non-graduate of Dartmouth he was a loyal son of the College. He was also an adopted son of Brown in the City of Providence where he carried on his law practice. He was active too in relation to his home church in Natick, R. I. and to the church of his earlier home region in Ogunquit, Me. This Secretary found him responsive to any call made upon him, as he always gave more than was asked for in thought, interest and encouragement. We are still in possession of several poems Charlie sent us, which for reasons of space we have not been so far able to publish. '98 has lost another devoted and valued member in his death. The following poem, received last fall, "one of my latest," expounds in his own fashion Charlie's philosophy of life and it illustrates well his own many-sidedness.

THE DIAMOND

I am the diamond of life: My many facets brightly gleam; Polished by years of ardent strife, They catch the rays of light that seem To gather colors glad and gay And scatter them along the way.

Ten thousand workmen wrought with hope, Added their touch with subtle skill, Each with the power within his scope Doing the part he must fulfill A facet here, a facet there Cut and polished with greatest care.

Some toiled through life to do their best; Some only touched a minute part, Yet each with beauty did invest To make my form a work of art. Some never saw and did not guess Just what they did to mar or bless.

I am just what I am today, What God intended me to be; Each one I met along life's way Helped Him to cut and polish me You did your part with those of yore Who lived and wrought and are no more.

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