1901

Here is a new address for Sarah, widow of W. Hastings Lyons. "For the past three years I have been living in Washington 2, D. C.. in apartment 208 at 110 Maryland Ave. N.E. (the Methodist Building) which is a very interesting place between the Senate offices and the Supreme Court Building, across the Park one block from the Capitol. This is a lovely place to live when you reach sixty." Are you a lucky girl, Sarah, to be in that building with a restaurant in it on a rainy day.

Your Sec. has been looking through the Christmas cards for news, so a little belatedly Elsie and I wish to thank all those who sent them to us. From C. H. Merrill one saying "We will miss Hoppy and JohnnyWard so much."

From Boy Haskell: "It is difficult for me to express the depth of my feeling of sadness in the passing of Richard (Johnny)Ward, my first roommate in Dartmouth and very close friend ever since. Please accept my belated thanks for your good wishes to me on my 87th birthday (we are all getting along). In addition to our son and two daughters, we are blessed with nine grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. Best wishes as ever."

Chan Cox had a letter from Anna Leavens telling how happy she is to have her grandson at Dartmouth and that a great-grandson (two years old) has been entered in the class of 1990. She writes that the book "Dr. Tucker's Dartmouth," to which her husband, Bob Leavens, devoted so much time in research, is to be published next month. There are many people who have been looking forward to reading that book, Anna.

The first news about Claude A. Butterfield received at Christmas time was noted in the April '65 issue. Later news received in February from Harold S. Clark '09 follows in part: "You might be glad to hear of a coincidence that happened to me recently. I was Dartmouth 1909; my brother Sydney, class of 1912, and my older brother Eugene Clark was '01. One day last week I went to the Barnstable County Hospital here on the Cape to see a sick friend. There I noticed in an adjoining bed an elderly man whom I was sure I had seen before and whose name at the foot of the bed, Claude Butter-field, rang a bell. My brother Gene has been dead more than 30 years and I am sure it was more years than that since I had heard Claude's name mentioned. I spoke to him and asked if he was a Dartmouth man. He agreed and I told him I felt sure he must be a 1901 man. When I mentioned my brother Gene, his face lighted up and he said, 'Gene was one of my best friends.' He remembered my name and Sydney's and was delighted to chat with me about visiting Gene at our home in Auburndale, Mass. I have seen him two or three times since and it is a pleasure to talk with him.

"I also met Mrs. Butterfield and she told me that Claude is recovering from his third stroke. He is partially paralyzed but talks well, is improving, and hopes to be transferred to a nursing home before long."

The following birthday salute to Channing Cox was written by Richard Grant, former member of the Massachusetts Public Service Commission, in the February 11 publication of the American Public Service Bureau:

THE MAN FROM DARTMOUTH

I wish I were as young for my age as Channing Cox is for the 86 years he will have spent on this Earth, when he celebrates his birthday up in that beautiful sky-view apartment at 172 Beacon Street on February 28th. A few weeks ago, I had the rare privilege of lunching with our senior ex-Governor and there was not a dull fragment of conversation from fruit-cup to demi-tasse. We discussed many things, some of them strictly for mutual enrichment of view, others that either one might talk about without fear of embarrassment. ...

But what I shall probably remember as long as anything we batted across the table during the meal was Mr. Cox's delight with [Boston Herald columnist] Benzaquin's description of the hospital confinement of Ringo Starr for a tonsillectomy. Several weeks after our luncheon, I clipped the story about Ringo's widely-publicized meeting with the world's richest man, J. Paul Getty, which the Hearst papers illustrated to the point of showing the usually sourpussed Mr. Getty in a Beatle wig, wearing a broad grin, As a fellow who never forgets to read the funnies and is 'hip' with Ringo, I put the piece in an envelope and mailed it to Governor Cox with a few appropriate comments. Governor Cox, incidentally, is an alumnus of Dartmouth College and that is a genuine distinction. If I had a son of college age, I think I would try to persuade him to go to Dartmouth, not because I know enough to rank it educationally, but because of the intense loyalty among Dartmouth men that even transcends affection, because no matter what their private opinions may be, they stand as one against the world, if necessary. Scratch a Dartmouth graduate and all the others will spring at once to his defense, a trait seldom associated with other temples of learning. In the words of Daniel Webster, "It is only a small college, but there are those who love her." And a lot who have a deep affection for their grand old governor. Happy birthday, Chan!

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