1912

Thinking that us oldsters must be both lame and nearsighted, the football ticket authorities seated most of us '12-ers on the 40-yard line in the front row of the permanent seats at the Princeton game. Here were the Quech Frenches, the Bugbees, the Welds and the Kimballs, with Charlie Gately directly behind us with congenial companions. Then looking back a few rows we spied Connie andKatherine Snow, eleven all told. The weather man was kind and kept the rain off till evening so the field was dry, the first such a football Saturday for Dartmouth enabling Stetson to do his stuff. And did he do it! The only weak spot in the picture was the Big Green second string defense which allowed Princeton two touchdowns in the last quarter. Needless to say, the autumn foliage added eye-filling pleasure to the weekend.

Bill Shapleigh sent the secretary a newspaper account of the devastating fire to Hotel Samoset in Rockland, Me. It brought back memories of the summer of 1910 when Freddie Day was on the bellrow and Stan Weld ran the elevator. Reading the pre-election news one day we came across the name of a firm taking a presidential poll in California which resembled very closely the one operated by Roy Frothingham's widow. If that is the case we offer our congratulations to Dorothy though we have had no word from her since Roy's death.

Stan and Mabel Lovell couldn't make our 60th for a coterie of disabilities, but my old freshman roommate, among other accomplishments, now poses as a poet. Here it is (apparently pointed at your secretary) Shakespearean type, Poetic Section:

"You still run around with the wealthy old league That spends every summer at Island Chebeague.

Our ranks are reduced to a most chosen few Which we should expect when you reach eight-two.

For those who complain we don't care a figament 'Cause even the medics can get a torn ligament.

I'm trying to write something better than patter acts But somehow my eyes grew a couple of cataracts; So now I'll stop Poetry (?) the Lord only knows It's hard enough reading when I stick to the prose."

It seems that when the Class voted to make Ted Brewster, John's son, an honorary member of 1912 it had broken the rules of the College which decrees that we will have to settle for the term, "adopted" member. Be that as it may, Ted is very happy with this honor. This change in title has not met entirely with the father's wishes as he notes the fact that President Kemeny, a Princeton grad, in his speech to the reuning classes called himself an honorary member of the Class of 1922.

Chuck Tanger has been having the attention of nurses " 'round the clock," hence his absence from our 60th. Hobbling about with a cane he says is his outdoor Olympics. His hardware business goes on as usual under the aegis of his son. RayTobey at 84 finds he can't do as much work as he did four years ago (strange, isn't it?) and requires nine or ten hours of sleep. He and Edith get around just the same, visiting places and friends in Maine.

A long letter arrived from Scott Rogers in September. His wife Allie has had a tedious, slow recovery from a nervous breakdown two years ago and neither she nor Scotty have been able to do any socializing until just recently. In addition to that, Scotty had to have some plastic surgery done on his hand in May for the second time. He reports seeing Irv Putnam occasionally. The three Rogers sons have all left for other parts, one to Connecticut, another to Florida, and a third to Colorado. Scotty and Allie now boast eight grandchildren.

No word from Dave Dorward or RollieLinscott.

Your secretary has a few copies of the 1912 Aegis. Anyone want one?

Again may the blessings of Christmas be yours and the prospect of a bright and happy New Year.

Secretary, 15 Gloucester Lane West Hartford, Conn. 06107

Treasurer, 4 Bank Building Middleboro, Mass. 02346