1899

Warren Kendall's sudden going on March 13, less than six months after Helen went, leaves a great emptiness. But his life leaves a memory as well of rare fidelity to Class, College, and Country. Our attempt to tell that story briefly is on a later page.

Joe Gannon has agreed to take up Warren's work as Class Agent. We are all most grateful to you, Joe. We'll all do our best to back you up. Joe, by the way, was the one who within hours after learning of Warren's death called the News Department of his old associates on The New York Times and dictated to them the facts that enabled them to print the unusual story on Warren in the Sunday issue, March 15.

A word from the family of MauriceDickey: The Westons (Perry '40 and Olive Dickey) the Bob Dickeys '31 and Barbara, and the Drysdales (Jack and Eleanor Dickey) got together for dinner last fall after the Harvard game. Young Maurice Drysdale is doing well at Harvard, liking Shakespeare, but majoring in Government. Also a word from Jim Barney's Roger '37 and Jane, the three boys all of St. Paul's, Jonathan and Dan still there, but Jim is now a Princeton sophomore.

Last summer, wanderlust struck the three Rutland Douglases, - Civics teacher Howard ("Slim"), his librarian wife "Barb" (daughter of Clarence and Lena Joy) and son Walter, new member of the national engineering honor society, Tau Beta Pi. It struck hard and they struck out for the Grand Canyon. Their route lay from Columbus along the "National Road," now U.S. 40, to the old capital of Illinois, Vandalia; across the Missouri's bridges to St. Louis; a look at Curry's mural in the Kansas State capitol to John Brown's memory; then the Santa Fe Trail past Cimarron, across the plains to Pueblo, and the panorama of the Rockies from the "Top of the Tow" with a Colorado thunderstorm above and the city lights below. On, up and over the Monarch Pass, with twelve peaks in sight all rising more than 14,000 feet. Up the valley to Salt Lake City, southward the length of Utah to Rainbow Point, through the tunnel into Zion National Park with its picturesque heights; then camp on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. "From there we watched the lights ten miles away flickering on the Canyon's South Rim. We stood atop Bright Angel Point and looked a mile down into the Canyon, or watched the deer as we wandered along Walhalla Plateau. One buck reared up the bank and we counted ten points before he disappeared.

"Finally we took the 200-mile drive through Navajo country to reach that South Rim whose flickering lights we had watched from the North Rim where we had been ac- tually, as the crow flies, only ten miles distant." The three travelers are long since safely back among their beloved Green Mountains. "Now," say they, "All we need, Santa, is a helicopter and a half share in the Lost Dutchman's Gold Mine. But we already have here in our America the best and the most of what's in the dreams of people all over the world." Perhaps some other '99ers will soon be setting their sights on the land of the Grand Canyon too. But not till after the Sixty-Fifth, please!

By the time you get this copy of the MAGAZINE you should also be receiving our announcement of that Reunion. All you have to do is tear off the question section, fill it out with your "Yes," "Yes," "Yes," and mail it in the enclosed stamped, addressed envelope to K. Beal. Then when you arrive in Hanover, go up to Room 117 in the Inn and register with Cliff and JuliaFifield. See you there!

Joseph W. GannonNew Head Agent for the Class of 1899

Secretary, Newbury Rd., Bradford, N. H.

Class Agent, Box 87, West Cornwall, Conn.