1903

I served my sentence and was freed from the hospital March 6. Quite a number of cards and letters were received from classmates, for which please accept my thanks.

Pray Wadham has been quite diligent,- several missives have come from him. He seems to keep in touch with Andy Perham. Pray has made suggestions for stirring up interest in class notes; digging up stories of the good old days might help. He asks, do I remember the free lunch at the Adams House Bar? This was a gathering place in our time, particularly at the time of Harvard games. The Adams House is now long gone. He enclosed a clipping, dateline Hanover, that indicated great interest in stressing correct spelling and grammar in written exams. Pray remembered that Clothespins flunked DubsyFarmer for incorrect spelling and not for incorrect answers. Seems to me our freshman English was largely devoted to spelling and grammar.

Andy Perham is not able to go about some of his usual activities on account of arthritis. Horace Kidger reports from Florida that the weather this winter has been better than last. He hopes to be back at Blueberry Hill Farm in New Hampshire in time to get his gardening done before black-fly time. He expects to be at the 8-Class-Dinner which will be April 29, just before you read these notes. That is the trouble with these notes. The news is sometimes stale when you get it.

Dick Brown came to see me at the hospital. Thereby hangs a tale that- will bear telling, at the proper time and place. He reported seeing AI Pratt at a meeting and said Al looked well but was not very active.

Charlie Hall was in the hospital for five days in October. Right now all is well. His son Jack hopes to be home in June. He is now with a Marine air wing in Korea. You will remember him from the 50th reunion.

Aggy Smith writes that he is trying to get '03 travelers to go through Binghamton, which he says is the crossroads of the world, wherever you may be going.

Frenchie is going all out in his campaign for the Alumni Fund. Let's get behind him and keep up our good record.

Buck Lewers is always right there with his expressions of sympathy. MacLennan sends a card showing a beautiful stretch of beach at Carmel, Calif., which is only three short blocks from his house.

There follows a poem by a well-known classmate:

WHILE THE STARS ENDURE

Proud emblem floating o'er us Shall freedom's pledge remain, Defiant swells the chorus, Loud rings the bold refrain:

America'll not falter, Let friend and foe be sure, The truths we cherish shall not perish While the stars endure:

No show of might shall daunt us, No noisy boast alarm, No cringing fear shall haunt us, No honeyed word disarm.

America'll not falter, Let friend and foe be sure. The hearths we cherish shall not perish While the stars endure:

False doctrine shall not blind us, We will be always free, No tyrant chain shall bind us, Slaves we'll never be.

America'll not falter, Let friend and foe be sure, The land we cherish shall not perish While the stars endure.

Secretary, 273 Forest Ave., Brockton 6, Mass.

Class Agent, 20 Salina St., Delray Beach, Fla.