1919

On the way home from the deep South, come mid-April, we stopped in the New York City area briefly to see our daughter, Polly, and some others. The first thing we saw was our gifted V. P. Stu Russell just in by plane from Delray Beach, Fla. His jaunty Jane was not with him but journeying off somewhere to greet her latest grandchild. We also saw Eddie andJessie Fiske. They had just finished working their way home from Florida. While in Ponte Vedra, Eddie talked to FatJackson and reported that he seemed in fine spirits. Later he stopped off in Sea Island where he played a round of golf with Kathleen Remsen, widow of Mart 'l4, and a friend of hers. He lost 20 cents.

And while in New York we saw Moseand Florence Robinson. Mose was hobbling around with a cane. He said he hurt his ankle playing ice hockey. He must have taken it up recently—you can get hurt quick learning that game at his age. Or he just may be kidding us; he is a sly one.

Very briefly we saw Batch and HarrietBatchelder. Harriet looked younger than ever and Batch—well, you know how Batch looks. He announced that he had been in the woods the day before for about five hours, raking, chopping and sawing; "making up" wood as we farmers say. What some men will go through to work up a thirst. Nick and Dorothy Sandoe, the gad-abouts, were in New York City yesterday, in Acworth N. H. the next day, knocking on our door and at the Lamon's the following forenoon and off to Montreal that afternoon. We thought about it a little and took a nap.

We brought with us from the South a letter from Spider Martin, received at the last moment. In it he said that Tracy Kohl recently visited Southern California, and that Chad Chadwell made the visit memorable for him by arranging a meeting with Louie Haerle, Slim Huntoon, and San Treat. Jack and Doris Ross were dining with Spider and Bea in Scottsdale Ariz., when along came Jim and PaulaStone. Later the Stones and the Martins had lunch together. They were returning from Texas to Brockton, Mass. by way of Scottsdale.

The first piece of mail after our arrival home was from the Alumni Records Office announcing the change of James C. Davis' address to Chandler Road, Wilder Vt. Ah, that Nancy Elliott! Does she know where you are? Right after that came a vigorous snowstorm. Four inches in an hour and a half and snowflakes just a little bit bigger than griddle cakes. And a letter from Milton, Mass., advising us that John Chipman died on the last day .of our trip. A sad blow, for John was one of our best with a dozen great enthusiasms in varied fields and top authority in several. A lovely guy, loved by all. And from all our sympathy, Mildred and Binkie. Spider Martin, RayHinds and Maurie Hall represented the Class at the Memorial Services.

Forwarded from Florida came a nice note from Adele Ives. She said she was glad to see that Freddie, our pet fly, had been with us in the South for it had been a tough N. E. winter, and implored us to treat him gently as we transported him North. Little does she know. Freddie is the worst back-seat driver known to man. For 1500 miles he sits on the windshield issuing orders like six Japanese Admirals. And at night he's all the time messing around with those Holiday Inn bar flys. Better we don't tell you.

Just two more words before we sign off until next October: One, send your check, or another check, to Nock Wallis for the Alumni Fund. You must know how much it costs to take care of women. Two, make your plans for the Fall Get-together in Hanover next September 29 and 30.

Secretary, Box 122, Chandler Road Wilder, Vt. 05088

Class Agent, 405 Edmands Rd. Framingham Center, Mass. 01701