1929

These notes are being written on our porch at Moosehead Lake in Maine. The water is lapping at the rocks three feet away. A few boats are in sight, some at their moorings. Two hummingbirds are busy at the feeders when they are not fighting for access. Several mergansers swim by, and an occasional call of a loon contributes to our summer idyll. But as the notes are being read, we are into football and other sports back in Hanover.

A very pleasant note from Webster Good win. For years he has been a collector of antique pewter, buying and selling. His wife, Myrtle, is a collector and dealer of antique dolls, and they stay very busy with shows and auctions. He no longer drives because of macular degeneration, but he reads with magnification.

"King" Badger, who died a year ago, was an ordained Unitarian minister, an accomplished painter, and a poet as well as an ardent fisherman. He wrote to convey beauty, not to convince or harangue. Of some poets he said, "They are too neurotically concerned with their own minds to care about communicating." We wish we had known him better.

Another classmate remembered: Phil Mayher, tall and handsome, appearing as a model in ads, dressed in white flannels and green jacket as a cheerleader. His beautiful bass voice added much to the Glee Club. He led us in "The Firemen's Band" for many reunions, and we miss him.

An appropriate summertime verse by Rip: The Bumble is a kind of bee That buzzes while it bumbles And says, "You'd best not sit on me." And him who does it humbles. Unlike this hack whose quick attack Soon finds him "out-to-lunch," The Bumble's slow to say, "Let's go," But quickest with the punch!

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