1914

Very few of our classmates chose to be born during the month of June but, according to our official Astrologer, the following men, whose birthdays are celebrated during that month were born under the sign of Gemini, the Twins: Fair-field and Morse. To each of them is accorded long life and other benefits of this good fortune together with the felicitations of all of the members of the famous Class of 1914.

"Abe Newmark writes to us from his home in Beverly, Mass.: I have your letter of March 31 and I am glad to learn that Rufe, Lize, and you intend to go to the Class Officers meeting in Hanover.

"I am sorry to say that this is my first attempt at writing since I fell, a couple of months ago, and did a fairly complete job on the upper end of my right humerus. Movement of the arm is still quite limited and I am still unable to close my right fist, so I am grounded for a few weeks. This precludes my trip to the College and, of course, I am greatly disappointed especially since I shall miss seeing you all.

"I am quite proud of this letter since it seems an eternity since the last time I tried to write.

This is tough luck for Abe, especially just at this time, but now it behooves the rest of us to put in a few extra licks for the Alumni Fund if only to help Abe out. Ye Ed.

Hank Llewellyn writes to us from his home in Groton, Conn.:

"It was good of you to write to me on my birthday but I can't see why anyone should be happy on account of getting one year older and one year more decrepit. I can't recall any humorous happenings at Hanover but a couple of incidents that happened when I was teaching Air Force Cadets to fly in Arcadia, Fla., might give some of the boys a laugh.

"The day after a local election I overheard a couple of natives talking together. One said, 'A nigger came down here and tried to vote yesterday.' 'Did you let him vote?' asked the other. 'Hell, no,' replied the first, 'Thank God this is still a free country.'

"One day I missed the bus that took us out to Door Field. Then I spotted an old beat-up taxi and asked the black driver how much he would charge me to take me out to Door Field. (It was 13 miles.) 'One buck,' he said. 'Let's go' said I and jumped into the cab. He started up his motor and then said, 'Boss, just where am dat Door Field?'

"Hen, you are doing a great job - so keep up the good work."

Lize Wheelock sends us the following anecdote gleaned from his colorful career: "One of the amusing things that happened when I was minister of the Church in the Highlands in White Plains, N.Y., was the rescue of a mongrel dog named Skippy. He was on the small size but a great favorite with my family. Next door to us lived a big brute of a dog that was supposed to be kept always confined. However, one afternoon when I had been out calling on several parishioners, I returned home at around 5 p.m Coming into my driveway and turning the corner toward the back of the house I saw Skippy held firmly in the jaws of the big dog, who had Skippy by the nape of his neck and was shaking the life cml of him- without thinking I sprang out of the car and threw myself on the back of the big dog, thinking that I might be able to shake the little fellow loose. Meanwhile, Polly had heard the commotion and, filling a pail with water, rushed out to throw the water on the dogs. She claims that she did not see me spreadeagled across the dogs but, at any rate she let the whole bucketful go and it thoroughly doused me instead of the dogs. Between us we did startle the vicious animal, Skippy got loose, and each dog headed for his own home. I had a sneaking suspicion that Polly had seen me before the deluge and just seized the opportunity to get back at me for some fancied neglect. Incidentally, when I sprang from the car I sprained my big toe. I was due to make an appearance that night on T.V. in N.Y.C. and I limped in and carried on. Apparently my preaching was not affected for I received over 1,000 letters thanking me for an inspiring sermon that night, more than 1 had ever had before or since. So much for my career in the salvation of dogs."

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