1905

As the warmth of spring reaches our Northland (disappointing in its backwardness this year!) those of our number who spent much of the cold season in Florida are now back in their northern abodes. For your convenience, here are the addresses: John H. Bell, Box 92, Washington, N. H.; Charles F. Good-rich, Chase Road, Tilton, N. H.; Chester N.Moore, ,801 Bedford Road, Schenectady 8, N. Y. While I haven't received word of the actual arrival of Roger Brown, C. C. Hills or Fred Chase, I believe they are also back at their usual addresses. Change of address: William C. Jackson, 1166 Godfrey Lane, Schenectady 9, N. Y., now retired from business.

Incidentally, if any of you lack a copy of our latest, 1960, class directory, drop me a line and I'll be glad to send you a copy corrected to date.

Through "Sliver" Hatch I have a pleasant note from Florence, "Gib" Fall's widow. She has lost none of her keen interest in our class. She says she gets a great thrill in reading Sliver's newsletter and our '05 column in the MAGAZINE. She has done quite a little tutoring at the Academy with zest and pleasure, since, as she says, it gives her an outside interest. We hope Florence will find it possible to join us at our reunion in July.

Reminder of the date of said reunion: July 14, 15, 16; place, as usual, Hanover Inn.

John Tuck has bought a place at Ormond Beach. We wish John and Marion many happy winters in the new quarters. I'm sorry to report that John had a fall some time ago which has given him an unpleasant time. We hope that he will have recovered fully before this appears in print.

Against the day when I might have a bit of space to spare, I have been saving some of Gene Musgrove's lovely verses. This selection appeared in the Upsala Gazette in March 1956, while Gene was still teaching at Upsala College.

KINSHIP

Sing, lovely Brooklet, Sing and rejoice! You are my message, You are my voice!

Sing of eternal truth, Sing of pure beauty, Sing of the will to serve, Lyrical duty.

Sing when the way is broad, Sing when it's narrow, Smile to the violet, Welcome the sparrow.

Sing when the silver sands Tenderly lead you,

Sing when the daring rocks Try to impede you.

Sing when reflected blue Shares in your living And makes you resplendent Receiving and giving.

Sing when the storm-clouds Around you are sloping- Nothing can keep you From trusting and hoping.

All of your lyrics Will never be sung: You will continue Eternally young.

Sing, faithful Brooklet, Sing and rejoice! You are my message, You are my voice!

Secretary, 358 North Fullerton Ave. Upper Montclair, N. J.

Class Agent, 11 Lakewood Rd., Natick, Mass.