1912

Sad news from Ken Kimball who lost his 17-year-old grandson through an accidental carbon monoxide poisoning. Ken recently joined the "club," with an operation for that old man's nemesis and at last report was doing well.

Ray Tobey's Edith is facing that other problem of advancing years - cataracts. Ray survived his 86th birthday in Septembe- with his usual good health. Jimmy Oneal had to give up his usual summer in Indiana and reports his golf "very sketchy." Charlie Powers says he and Florence are enjoying their mobile home among the Tilton hemlocks and are back at their volunteer work in the Laconia Hospital.

Morris Knight has had to call it finis to our reunions as he still cannot drive and no longer has the services of a chaffeur, his niece. Lew Warren has had to give up his usual winter vacations in California but writes his health is "fairly good." Our oldest member, ChuckTanger, 88 years, still manages to get around and gives his three nurses a hard time.

Syd Clark, the last we heard, was facing a choice between having an artificial hip, using a wheelchair the rest of his life, or turning up his toes for good. He spent a month this spring in the British Isles and Holland working on a revision of his book on Britain. He received a citation from the Dutch Government, the seventh such from a foreign nation.

Lloyd Bugbee says both he and Lacy have given up driving and so don't get to their summer cottage at Lake Morey, Vt. In spite of the ravages of advancing years Bug says he and Lucy are "a very fortunate couple." The latch is out for any of 1912 who would like proof of this by dropping in at Eel Pot Ledges in Bradford, Vt. Clyde and Erma Cooke continue to entertain their old Cushing Academy faculty friends and to enjoy their 20' x 20' vegetable garden. Clyde writes that if he had been five inches taller and 50 lbs. heavier he probably would have been a farmer.

Hats off to Joe Doe for his fine Billboards! I know Lyme Armes would be as proud of him as are you and I.

From our Poet Laureate, Stan Lovell:

"You're eighty years old or perhaps somewhat older That can't be arthritis that pains in your shoulder! You see pretty girls but you're too old to chase 'em. Your friends all die off and you never replace 'em Refuse to admit that senescence portends doom You'll have to excuse me ... where is the men's room?"

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