1914
Looking into April for birthdays we go west to offer greetings to Art Dearing in Santa Clara, Calif., and to Bill Holway in Tulsa, Okla. We return east to New York City to salute Enders Voorhees; upstate to Steve Fordham in Spencertown, N.Y., back to Connecticut to Dean Emerson in Orange and Allen Richmond in South Norwalk. We detour north to George Richardson in Littleton, N.H., then head for Massachusetts looking for Ken Grant in Peabody, DickWhite in East Lynn and Jim Gregg in Wellesley Hills. A toast to all of you.
What a sensation it would be if every mother's son to whom we send birthday greetings replied from his particular neck of the woods.
We're still holding the fort for a firsthand report on the Battle of White River by one who was there but Phil Smith of West Hartford, Conn., gets close to it in a letter just received. He missed the peerade but writes that more than a year later:
"After mid-year exams I was on the train to Boston, and for the only time in my four years at Hanover I was in the parlor car. After a while I went into the smoking room for a cigarette, and sat down with a group of middle-aged gentlemen, one of whom appeared to definitely be the top man of the group. We all chatted a few minutes and then this gentleman asked me about the occurrence in White River. After I had told what had happened as far as I knew it, he said, 'You boys want to be careful when you come over to our side of the river, but if you should get into any trouble, make yourself known to me and I'll try to use executive clemency!' With that he got up and left.
"Fortunately I never had to call on Vermont's governor to fulfill his promise."
To both Abe Newmark and Pen Aborn we owe reports that they and Sherm Saltmarch represented us at the February 11 Boston Alumni Association dinner at the Sheraton-Boston Hotel. With John Dickey and John Kemeny there together no wonder it was a grand affair.
Despite daily increments of new snow sugaring is about to start in northern Vermont —it is already underway further south. Now hear this, all ye lads and lassies too, having given you the list of the ten distinguished members of our class who were born in April I now offer a one-half gallon, not of New England rum, but of first-run fancy grade Vermont maple syrup, this to the first who in a letter of not less than 25 words tells me correctly who of the ten is the oldest. Deadline for your guess is May 1.
Over and over during our reunion of last June was heard the wish that we might meet oftener than every five years. Now the gong rings, the clarion sounds. In Mart's Newsletter you've read that Vogie wants us to meet in Hanover for a weekend together May 15-17. What a lovely time to do it! Let's do it.
A card from Lay and Ruth Little from the Barbados dated February 26 found them on a cruise in the Caribbean visiting twenty islands in 22 days - Dutch, British, French, and American. Lay calls it a relaxing cruise!
One in our class who may be in need of relaxation when his first stint as class agent is over is our devoted and conscientious Abe Newmark. A tip of the hat to him and his equally loyal assistant agents.
To all who knew and loved Sally Potter over all the years of her marriage to Howard Potter must come great sadness at the news of her death on January 6 following two years of illness. Her maiden name was Sara Simpson Smith. They were married on June 11, 1923. Should you wish to write Howard the address is 15 Blaine Ave., Augusta, Me. 04330.
Secretary, Lake Road, Newport, Vt. 05855
Class Agent, 171 Brimbal Ave., Beverly, Mass. 01915
