1903

Ned and Charlotte Kenerson spent March in Arizona and on their way back East visited their daughter and her family in Pittsburgh, Penn.

Otis Mudge is recuperating after an illness which had him hospitalized for several weeks.

Frank Drown, you have the sympathy of the class in the loss of your wife, Evelyn, who died early in December.

The Washington, D. C., Post of Feb. 1, 1905 reported that on the previous evening about fifty graduates and friends of Dartmouth "high revelled" at a local hotel, sang songs and listened to praises of Old Dartmouth. Dr. Tucker was the principal guest and speaker. Our Billy Woolverton spoke on

"Dartmouth in the South." Guess there were no Dartmouth associations below Washington in those days for Woolverton was also shown as being on the executive committee of the local club. 1903 "revellers" included Burbeck, Mechlin, Comstock, Osgood, Perham, Kelley and Morse.

Good to hear from Hamlin Bennett. Still retains a limited practice and wished to be remembered to all the class.

Fred Baker from far north country sends greetings. Also sent copy of an interesting letter written by Daniel Webster when an undergraduate to a collegemate. Fred was permitted some years back to make a copy of the original which the owner was unwilling to part with. Later the original mysteriously disappeared.

Had a nice telephone chat recently with AG Smith. Happened to be the day when there was a celebration of the Smiths' 51st wedding anniversary. Not the exact date for the correct one found so much snow on the ground as to prevent any kind of celebration. Both Smiths are well and send a "cheerio" to all Potholders.

A late word comes of the death of Harry Pierpont in Omaha, Neb. Harry is survived by his wife and two sons, both graduates of Dartmouth. The sincere sympathy of the class goes out to the family in the recent bereavement.

Did you see where the "sec" got "writ" up and his picture too, with the 1909 class notes for Jan.? The snap was one of a bit of memorabilia received from Frank Perham and about which the "sec" had made some comment in our own notes of the same issue. Many thanks to you, Jack Childs '09, for adding another chapter to the wanderings and final and happy resting place of this college snap of long ago.

Harold Comstock and his wife seem to be doing well. When the "sec" last heard from them last spring, each seemed to have ailments from which they have come back in good shape. Harold, a bit sceptical about his own condition, told the doctor that he wasn't sure that everything was as good as claimed, to which the medico replied "You are wrong. That's your imagination." Harold's comment "It's good to know that approaching eighty, I still have imagination."

Eighty years - that's a grand old age. As a class, many have already reached and passed that barrier and by the end of the year only a handful will be left in the 70s. When we were youngsters an octogenarian was an "old hasbeen," long ready for the junk pile. But now each day is so intriguing that we have less time for the past and continue to keep young by trying to keep up with current affairs. However a time will come when one must accept the ravages of age - perhaps the next decade. Let's leave the problems of accumulating years alone and keep an active interest in things as we find them.

Bill MacLennan allows that having reasonably good health the 80s may not be too bad after all and sends along an interesting stanza which Robert Service, the Poet of the Yukon, when in his 94th year wrote to a mutual friend of Bill:

I blink at the blonde and bikini -

I shrink from the wink of champagne - But reforming, by heck, is a pain in the neck Gosh, I wish I was eighty again.

As the Autocrat of the Breakfast Table might have said: "To be eighty years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old."

Secretary, 1822 Willow Rd., Cedar Village Camp Hill, Penn.

Class Agent, Rivermere Apt. 4-A, Bronxville 8, N. Y.