1900

Last November Bill and Elizabeth Gaffney, George long's daughter, enjoyed a brief vacation in the New England area. After attending the Dartmouth-Yale football contest at New Haven, in which Yale gained considerable "kudos" and there was little glory for Dartmouth, they betook themselves to the Maine woods in the hope of bagging a deer. For five days they sloshed around in wet, very wet, woods but to no avail for they caught nary a glimpse of a deer. The only consolation was being in the woods again and, for Elizabeth at least, "keeping the home fires burning" in a deluxe log cabin. However, by virtue of hunter's luck or something of that sort, on their return to Virginia, Bill, on his first day out, bagged a splendid deer; perhaps a six pointer, anyhow it certainly was a buck. Bill must have returned shortly thereafter to Navy routine in a high state of exaltation. Probably "Lib," while greatly rejoicing at the good hunting, was not so keen about Bill's return to sea duty.

Your secretary has received a nice note from Lida Prouty, Jed Prouty's widow, _ in which was enclosed her regular contribution to the Dartmouth Alumni Fund. Of late years Lida has been bothered with failing eyesight, and now has to write without actually seeing the words. Letter writing is therefore a very considerable undertaking for her. With the aid of a magnifying glass she can still do some reading, and thoroughly enjoys news of the college her husband loved so well. One stands in admiration at the courage and loyalty of this member of the 1900 family.

Harry Sampson has been having a tough experience. Over a year ago he was hospitalized with what was diagnosed as a fractured vertebra. His recovery has been very slow, and, although he is free from any suffering, he has to have the care of trained nurses to do many things he cannot do for himself. At this writing he is confined to the rooms on the second floor of his home at 5 Fayer- weather Street, Cambridge, Mass. For many months it has been impossible for him to go to his Boston office, and so he is now carrying on, despite the limitations involved, some of his regular legal activities in those upstairs rooms. We send Harry our sincere sympathy in this misfortune which has befallen him, and we can only hope that time will bring a complete recovery.

Not long ago Loring Dodd sent me a lovely postcard photograph of his Worcester home in its winter dress. A blanket of new snow covered the ground, and the conifers on either side, their branches like giant fans, were laden with heavy wet snow. In the background was the house, and if one looked sharply he could see one of the Dodds' cocker spaniels looking with zest and eagerness out the bay window. Unfortunately Loring's wife, Ruth, has been having a considerable struggle with a serious attack of bronchitis. The usual trip to their winter home in Florida had to be delayed a bit, but with Ruth's improving condition, Loring was hopeful that by mid-February or a little later they could be on their way. We trust that now we may think of them as happily located, until about May first, in all the warmth and cheer of the sunshine state.

To all members of the 1900 Family be it known that your secretary is desperately in need of news of yourselves, your interests, and your families. He is pretty good at making something out of very little, but he just cannot make something out of nothing. If by any chance you enjoy this column and wish to see it continued, please send him some news items no matter how trivial,they may seem to you.

Secretary and Class Agent Box 714, Hanover, N.H.