1901

We have lost our long-time and faithful class agent, whom we all loved, JohnnieWard, but we must carry on. Clifford L. Jordan Jr. '45, executive secretary of the Alumni Fund, has asked me to take over those duties until someone else volunteers to do it. So I am also doing that.

From Marion, widow of Stevie Stevens, our long-time class secretary: "I eagerly read your class notes. This time with sadness at Johnnie's going. He has been one of the outstanding men of your class, his loyalty to the College and the Class was never-failing. While his sense of humor gave life to all. I am now in my apartment and sold our house March 1. I am well for my 78 years and keep busy, which is the answer to the years as they pile up, isn't it? I shall spend Christmas with Steve's daughter and son Charles and wife in Washington. Thank you for the fine reports you send the ALUMNI MAGAZINE."

From a letter written to the office of the Alumni Recorder by Eudora S. Davis: "In reply to your recent inquiry regarding my late brother Arthur J. Sykes, he passed away on November 11, 1964, at the Presbyterian Hospital at Santurce where he had been taken after a leg fracture. I think he knew his Puerto Rico better than anyone and loved the people rich and poor. He died a poor man in worldly goods but one will never know a man to enter the heavenly gates with more gifts of the things which count most. He gave to one and all, never considering himself. I know that he helped seventeen boys through school. He was a great scholar, he read, wrote, and spoke five languages. Many fine tributes have come to me since his death.

"He was bora in West Windsor, Vt., September 21, 1875, the oldest of a family of ten, eight of whom were boys."

Eudora had visited her brother in Puerto Rico, had met his friends and knew his surroundings. Bill was the oldest man of our class; he was three months older than Dunsmore who died in 1959. Additional information about Sykes' life will be found in this or a subsequent issue of the MAGAZINE.

From Chan Cox: "I recently received a nice long letter from Maxine, Ping Pingree's widow. She now lives the year 'round at their former summer home, Northport, Me. It is a beautiful estate and for some years Ping used to have an annual house party. Ward, Taylor, Gene Leach, Squash Mc-Intyre, Hoppy, and I used to be there."

Arthur Redman, Seattle, Wash., writes: "It was thoughtful of you to remember me on my birthday. I am fortunate in enjoying good health, besides being fairly active with legal work. I think every job will be the last but they keep coming nevertheless.

"A few days ago I returned from a convention in Warrenton, Va., going from there to Philadelphia on a business matter, then flying from there to Boston to visit my elder brother in Lexington. It proved to be an enjoyable experience."

Your class had representatives at the Princeton-Dartmouth game at Hanover. Gertrude, widow of Ned Warren, Orford, N. H., sent her daughter and husband. There was also C. H. Merrill, Doc, as we call him, and your secretary with his daughter, Betty Jane and her husband, Bill Mac Michael, and their son Tommy. Elsie Cudworth stayed at the Hanover Inn. The luncheon in Leverone Field House gave us all a chance to see its size and a trip through Hopkins Center was a real treat. We also had a short visit with President Dickey. Everything was all right except the football score, Princeton 37, Dartmouth 7.

When Doc Merrill returned home he sent me a letter. He happened to sit next to my daughter and learned I was just a few seats away. He wrote that it was nice to have a little talk, that I was the only person at the game that he knew. The first big game that he recalled was when Dartmouth beat Harvard in 1903 by two touchdowns, when Joe Gilman and Ralph Glaze were two out-standing players. He also wrote that he had not seen a game since 1925 in Hanover played against Cornell. When Dartmouth got a commanding lead Dooley said to Gil Doby, the Cornell coach, "When are you going to put in your first team, Doby?" And Doby was a pretty able coach.

"My son Sam drove me up from Kennebunk Port, Me., in just a little less than three hours. He does not waste much time on the road."

The Doc certainly remembers the games and the players.

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