1916

The Class mourns the passing of one of its finest members, Cap Carey, who died in his sleep at his home in Providence on October 8. His obituary will appear in the In Memoriam section of this 'or a subsequent MAGAZINE. He had suffered from a a heart ailment for some time, and had survived several severe attacks, some of which came in the night, and which necessitated ambulance dashes to the hospital, with oxygen tents and emergency treatment. But Cap always bounced back from these, and wrote about them in a jocular vein, so that his friends looked upon him as indestructible. Cap had written Dick Parkhurst the day before his death - his last letter — in response to a card Dick had sent while he and Kay were camping in Maine. The sincerest sympathy of the Class is expressed to Esther and her family.

It is also with deep regret that the Class learns of the sudden death of Roy Brahana's wife, Myrtle, on October 11, while they were on a visit to Italy, a long planned, eminently deserved post retirement year abroad. Funeral services were held at Urbana, Ill., on the 15th. Further details will be written in the Newsletter.

Your Secretary is writing these notes upon his return from the Harvard game at Boston. There was a meeting of the Class executive committee in the afternoon before the game and prior to the muster and dinner of the Balmacaan A.C. at the Algonquin Club. Thirty members attended the pleasant occasion, the best turnout, he was informed, in years. Cliff Bean, in sending his regrets to Freddy Bailey, who managed the dinner, wrote, "Make it a big night, with a Green sunset on Saturday." Alas! the day was warm and sunny and there never was a redder sunset! A more detailed account of the festivities appears in the Newsletter.

The Penn game was much more to his liking, and the weekend a delight. Bill andRuth McKenzie came on from Akron and Jim and Clara Shanahan from Manchester. Johnny Pelletier came over from New York and sat with us at the game, but unfortunately couldn't come back to Swarthmore for the weekend. Likewise Cliff and SallyGammons were in New England admiring the foliage and missed out on a fine party.

Paul Goward retired in September as business manager of School Arts Magazine and Davis Publications, Inc., Worcester, after 41 years service in that firm. Joining the firm in 1922 after service with the U.S. Army in World War I, he was appointed business manager in 1924. Paul and Agatha will continue to make their home in nearby Shrewsbury. The Class Secretary's Book notes that Paul "likes golf and big scores." I presume the latter refers to his golf game and not to the varsity football team. So here's wishing them good health and long life, great happiness in their retirement and plenty of golf for Paul - and for Agatha, too, if she indulges in that sport, chief nourisher in the feast of retired executives.

A list of the Class contributors to the 1963 Alumni Fund was included in a recent Newsletter. A reading of the list is always a moving experience, the names of the widows of the Class who have remembered their husbands with memorial gifts, and the names of Class members and others who have recalled our deceased brothers in the Dartmouth fellowship. Your Secretary would commend this practice to others in the Class who have not considered it before. What a wonderful way to remember our Classmates who have gone on before, some of whom "laid their good lives down" in the First World War. In honoring them you honor yourself, the Class and the College.

Your Secretary, as he types these notes, as he reviews the Newsletters he has written for Stirling Wilson, and especially as he looks over Stirling's past Newsletters, realizes what a fund of interesting stories and information lies hidden in the Class. If only he and his "talent scouts" could uncover them! He hopes that every member of the Class will be a Good Scout - will put his modesty aside - and let the Class know what's cookin'.

At this writing Stirling Wilson continues his brave fight for life. He has the prayers and well wishes of every member of the Class and of his legion of friends.

Dick Parkhurst, our president, sent the following telegram from the Class to Hanover on Dartmouth Night, "Hail Dartmouth on this your special night and always."

The times must be out of joint when, in the midst of a record-breaking heat wave, your Secretary wishes you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. But as he mops his brow and imbibes a cooling drink, consider it said.

Secretary, 7 Swarthmore Pl. Swarthmore, Pa.

Treasurer 684 Burr St., Fairfield, Conn.