1919
Just after we went to press last month we had a card from Stu Russell our vice president. He said only that they had hopes that Kitty Larmon would come down to Florida, abut which we have had our own intelligences. He said too that he and Jane were off for St. Marteen (Mollet Bay) but that after he got back if we would come over they could probably stir up a '19 concoction with LouisMunro, Jock Murray, Guy Cogswell, Rock Hayes,George Rand, and Gordon Meader. Maybe even Fat Jackson if he weren't too entirely comfortable at Ponte Vedra. Would that fill our news bin? Our atlas is lost, but we suspect he is going to Saint Martin (not named after Spider), one of the everbalmy leewards. Our only experience in the Lesser Antilles has been in the Virgins—probably the world's finest climate if you have no need for drinking water. Soon after we had a note from Dorothy Sandoe who said she and Nick had just had a fine visit with Chet and Emily Gale over dinner at the Kennedy Airport. She added, "They are now in London for a few days after which they are off for Africa on a three-weeks trip." The Sandoes, then on Park Avenue where they get occasionally, planned to leave immediately for their souse in Acworth, N. H. What's a few feet of snow to them?
Rock Hayes has rallied to the aid of a becalmed secretary. He sends us a quarter page clipping from the Miami Herald. Heading: "Divers After Remains of 'First Floridian.' " The story tells of finding of a human skull and other bones might well date to 8,000 to 10,000 B.C. proving primitive man hunted mastadon and saber-tooth tigers here in Florida. We had noted this in our own papers and been as excited as the next. However reading the evening paper in a mist of artmis on-the-rocks, we failed to note that this discovery had been made in our own Fredand Gertrude Daley's Warm Mineral Springs near Venice. We believe that Gertrude and much of her family are now in residence there. Rock also enclosed a clip from the Wall Street Journal which announced that Pat Leonhard had retired again; this time as chairman and chief officer of Paterson Parchment Paper. The Everett Moxons are in Deerfield Beach, Fla., as usual; Ray Eckels has moved from Pompano Beach to Fort Lauderdale, Fla., and King Cole remains the spark plug in Delray for the Palm Beach Dartmouth Club meetings. Rock says, "I'm hoping to stage a stag cocktail party for the "19ers in the area. Do you think I can get away with it?" Could "Women's Lib" have its eye on him?
In the mail as we write comes Nick Sandoe's piece about the Memorial for Cotty. We sometimes have mixed feeling about memorials but not this one. The plan for it in Library Seminar Room seems fine. For years Cotty was so much a vital part of the Library's rooms, and for years his diligence and artistry helped to create there young men of great worth. And it is easy to see from the ever-sensitive Ed Latham's note to Sig Larmon that what he plans should be an almost perfect Memorial. We wish the project complete success.
And finally, to our surprise, a card from the College noting a change of address. For whom? For Max A. Norton. The address? Box. 48; Hanover, N.H. 03755. The surprising thing about this is that this has been Max's address to my knowledge ever since Dr. Blood was Governor of New Hampshire—some 40 years ago, maybe. Well, you can't expect a computer to know everything Nancy Elliott knows.
Secretary, Box 122, Chandler Road Wilder, Vt. 05088
Class Agent, 405 Edmands Rd. Framingham Center, Mass. 01701
