1914

To those of us youngsters who decided to come into the world during the summer, when the MAGAZINE was drowsing in the summer sun, we send belated but heartfelt greetings and to the young sprouts who looked around in October and decided to be born then a great big wassail: Buck, Conn, Duke, Flanders, Fuller, Green, Humphries, Johnson, Kehayas, Lincoln, Lyons, Margeson, Peppard, Simanton, Smith, and Van Riper.

The echoes of our 50th reunion are still bouncing around the hills of New Hampshire, the brown slopes of California and every other part of the United States from where 14's loyal sons came to the big 50th, and we are getting all sorts of favorable comments from older and younger classes whose men have heard of the slick perfection of this event. And, not at all incidentally, the comments on "Bucky's" Golden Book range from the complimentary to the almost ecstatic. It seems as if the class of 191*4, with all class bigotry pushed into the background, must have been and still is one of the very good ones. And there never was a poor one.

There are several ways to see the World. You can join the Marines or you can become a distinguished Congregational minister. The latter is the way Lize Wheelock chose to accomplish this desirable purpose, for he has just returned to Osterville from a three weeks' sojurn in Uppsala, Sweden, where he served as a representative delegate to a committee of Congregational Divines.

If you want to climb any family trees and see where the various branches go you might consult Carroll Edson. Now that our distinguished looking classmate has retired from Federal service his chief occupation is writing a genealogy of the widespread Edson family. When Carroll isn't dwelling in Tucson's favorable climate he can be located usually at his very comfortable summer home in Brookfield, Vt. We once had the great pleasure of meeting one of Carroll's relatives in Concord, Mass., and she, too, bore the stamp of Edson quality.

If you ask Win Loveland for a favor you can go out and lay bets that the answer will be in the affirmative. So, when we asked Win for news of his travels he responded with a teasing view of Oxford, England, where he was visiting. Sometime, Win, when you decide to return to England, if you discover that you need a broken-down optician, and will pay all expenses over and back, I shall be happy to submit my name as a candidate. It seems as if you and I and Chris could have a good time roaming around the sanctified English college towns.

Dean Emerson has been kicked - upstairs. He has been made Chairman of the Board of his highly successful manufacturing company which he says gives him no particular duties but gives him plenty of time for Community Chest, church, and hospital work and ample opportunity to enjoy the company of his two children and seven grandchildren. When he isn't thus occupied, the garden, the lawn, the woods, and on rainy days he plays a very superb hand of bridge. He had plenty of time for bridge when he and Helen had a wonderful trip to Hawaii.

Henry Lowell was kind enough to submit a clipping about our own Bert Symonds of Marblehead. It seems that Bert is president of the New England States Veterans Firemen's League and, at the recent meet in Holliston, Mass., was seen resplendent in one of those fancy black hats which sheds the water run-off down the back of the fireman's neck. Bert seems to thrive under this rigorous self douching.

Les Bacon has made several unsuccessful attempts to call on our class treasurer. It seems that whenever Les tries to visit Charlie in Wollaston our redoubtable Charlie is in Florida and when Les tries to call on him in Florida Charlie has moved back to Wollaston. Keep on trying, Les, as a visit will be, worthwhile because Charlie's good wife, Jeannette, is on hand to say "How will you have yours?"

Abe Newmark and his good wife Fran wrote in April that they were looking forward to the 50th - and, by gosh, they made it! Abe is an ardent fisherman and makes special trips to Maine where his specialty is hooking — or trying to hook - the landlocked salmon. Abe had to forego his annual Florida peregrination this winter because his conscience stood up on its hind legs and assailed him for being away from the emporium too much. This is the fellow who used to have an ideal arrangement with his brother - co-owners of one of the smart specialty shops in Salem, Mass. They seemed to take turns vacationing which, in our opinion, is a perfectly lovely arrangement.

That tall, distinguished gray-haired fellow in Wrentham, Mass., is, of course, our own Johnny Warren. Johnny practically commutes between Wrentham, New Jersey, North Carolina, and Los Angeles visiting his children and grandchildren. The cares of life rest very lightly on this good son of Dartmouth.

If you want a beautiful, sleek Cadillac to raise your standing among your neighbors, ask Paul Perkins to bring Mary to see you and leave his car prominently on display in your driveway. Paul pleases us greatly by making the trip from Lowell to New London to recall the days when we were young and gay - and hungry.

You know who your class treasurer is; I hope you can remember who is your class secretary, and perhaps you would like to know who forms your recently elected executive committee. Lay Little is our new chairman, and he will have the very assiduous support of Aborn, Batchelder, Buck, Davidson (your new class agent), Elkins, Gregg, Larmon, Robinson, Sisson, and Wheelock. It isn't quite time yet, but I suppose plans will be afoot for our 55th. We'll see you there!

The Alumni Club of Glens Falls, N.Y.honored two of its members on their50th reunion year. James B. Shields '14(l) and Lawrence Barsaloux '14 flankClub President Jim Fraser '52.

Secretary, Farwell Lane, New London, N.H.

Treasurer, 165 Marlboro St., Wollaston 70, Mass.