1919

Before Christmas we hasten to report a few late summer and early fall items: Chetand Emily Gale took themselves to the Canadian Rockies this summer by bus. This they report is highly satisfactory, getting one up from the river beds onto the sidehills where things can better be seen. Gale, while playing some mountain side golf course, looked up and saw an elk a short pitch down the fairway. He tried to hit the poor thing just so he could say to the next guy who told him he just got an eagle, "That's nothing, I got an elk!" On the way back they stopped to see Jack andDoris Ross.

From Tracy Kohl a lively note. Enclosed a picture postcard taken from Tabletop Mountain showing his Sedona, Ariz. You could not imagine a more dramatic setting. The man upstairs surrounded it with enormous red rock mountain formation to protect it and keep it green.

Via Chet DeMond, from Hal Avery, I keep very busy trying to do things I'm not supposed to know how to do . . . upkeep and repairs on two houses. I enjoy it and, particularly, refinishing antique furniture. From Murray Hawkins . . one grandson in Stanford, one, an otherwise very smart fellow, entering Harvard, one granddaughter thinking of Dartmouth in about four years . . . one grandson born September 8 last." And Henry Clay ". . . swollen leg keeping me in the position illustrated on a recent class birthday card." It's a position getting more and more popular with '19ers, Harvey, and at least you can still whang away on that bull ukelele. Art Stackpole says, "... I was in Hanover this summer. My daughter, a teacher in the Pittsfield, Mass., school system, was at Dartmouth tor her first semester as a candidate for a Master's degree in Education."

Vickie Merrill on the phone, said she was about to collapse because Jigger kept bringing so many vegetables from his garden behind the house—more than she could cook, eat, can or give away; more than up to her arm-pits. A short time later we asked Batch how his garden came out. "I harvested 34,307 or 8 summer squashes," we think he said. We were glad to see Harriet looking so well in spite of this.

Please excuse us a moment, we have to drive to Florida—Okay! Here we are in Lakeland.

Then there was the Princeton weekend, satisfactory in every respect. We started with a bit of tail-gating as guests of Nickand Dorothy Sandoe. Things were delicious in spite of some stuffed eggs and some jelly sandwiches which were sort of pre-digested. The condition of these comestibles was none of Dorothy's doings. It was Nick who, preparing to leave Acworth, backed his Bronco over the straw hamper that held them. It might have been worse, of course. It might have been all those bottles. Between the tail-gating and a certain mixing up of tickets, we have very little idea who was there. Because they couldn't come we used Spider and BeaMartin's tickets. A great break for the Davises for they were on the 45-yard line. The Class was sitting on the 18-yard line and who can see that far? At the freshman game the day before, we saw Pete Gray.

In the tail-gating area we saw the Huntingtons, the Brentanos and WinBatchelder. At the game we saw Cotty,Kitty and Janie Larmon and JohnMcCrillis, running up and down as if he'd lost somebody. We were told Carl Cavanaugh, Guy and Muriel Cogswell, Maxand Caroline Huntoon and Bob andAnne Lewis were there. Probably there were dozens of others. Back at the house, whipping up a stirrup cup for the Sandoes, Fred and Eleanor McCrea phoned from St. Helena, Calif. They reported plans for a trip east at Christmas time to be with daughter Mary in Schnectady, N. Y. It was good to hear their voices.

And Freddie, our pet fly, joins the Davises in wishing you all a Very Merry Christmas.

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