1913
An interesting letter came from Ed Stiles who lives far away in Penticton, British Columbia. After wishing me good health again he writes to inform me and his classmates that he was married last July, to Kathrine Hughes Kay, thirty years his junior. Ed, you old rascal! He goes on to say that they have a few things in common, namely skiing, so he is sure things will work out all right. Anyway, he says, she won't have to put up with him for many years. They have just redone an old house to their taste but have the grounds to fix up after the winter is over. Ed loves rock work and the country is full of flat rocks if you know where to go and he does. He says it is a beautiful spot with Akanagun Lake about 1000 feet away and 100 feet below them. Today he says, blue sky and white clouds. Tomorrow they go skiing at Apex, 25 miles away. How many of you can say that you go skiing at the tender age of 80 or there-a-bout?
Mose Linscott telephoned that he had just returned from, Miami Beach, Fla. The weather was cold and uncomfortable but it didn't daunt Mose because he walked ten to fifteen miles a day, got a good tan and put himself in excellent condition for climbing a few mountains this summer. This is an instance of another old timer keeping fit. In a brief visit with Vic Olsen who lives in Melbourne, Fla., Vic told him that his wife (Helen J. Martin) whom he married in 1919, died last year. The Class extends its sympathy to him.
Haven't heard from Joe Barnett in quite a while and hope that everything is well with him. I'm sure that it is and I will be hearing from him.
Visited Carl Shumway a couple of weeks ago and found him confined to his bed with a severe cold. He has a very pleasant room in a large old home in Marblehead, Mass., dating back to revolutionary days and is very near his daughter Lorna and family. He told me he was at Marblehead Hospital from April 12 to May 30, as he put it "the old one-horse sleigh had fallen apart the same as my skiing."
For old times' sake, here is a copy of a letter alleged to have been written by JohnJoseph Scarry to his mother in his freshman year at Dartmouth. "Dear Papa and Mama: I have arrived and oh! gracious me, but I have had a horrid time. Do you know a nasty man made me carry three suit cases and two golf bags up that big hill after I said goodbye to you at the central depot. He was a bad man and said 'darn' three times when I did not walk fast enough. I was really very angry when, after he had made me make his bed and shine his shoes, he allowed me to go home.
"This morning we had a jolly class meeting. Mr. Charles Francis Emerson spoke to us. He is a dear and I know I shall love him. He told us all about our work and warned the boys not to use dishonest means to secure high marks. Think of that! Our class is a fine one. We overcame those rough sophomores in the 'football rush' and then vanquished them again in the football and baseball series. The vulgar fellows to be mean tried to play 22 men against us in the football game all at one time.
"Now I must close. I do wish you would send me my scroll saw. I think I could sell a lot of puzzles here. Please send me my hot waterbottle.
"Love to Delia and to tell her to send me some cookies. With bushels of love, I remain your darling boy, J-n-Jo-e-h Sc-ry"
That's it for now as news is scarce. If anybody has an item of news no matter how trivial send it along.
Secretary, 56 Hillcrest Rd. Reading, Mass. 01867
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