CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Cornell University Library LD6072.6 1873 Biographical record of the class of 1873 olin 3 1924 030 631 992 Cl2ASS OF 1573 Williams College The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924030631992 BIOGRAPHICAL RECORD OF THE CLASS OF 1873 WILLIAMS COLLEGE, AN ACCOUNT OF THF, REUNIONS OF THE CLASS. EXPRESS HOOK AND JOB PRINTING HOUSE, PENN VAN, in. *., 1893. (,0*1 % /•) 7/f/5 HISTORY. "Forsan et kwc olim meminisse juvaUt HISTORICAL. The catalogue of Williams College issued in the fall of 1869 contained the names of thirty -five new students, then brought together for the first time in their pursuit of learn- ing, who formed the class of '73. Its numbers varied from term to term as the years of col- lege life went on, eight new names being added to the roll, and eighteen being removed during the course. On Commencement day, July 2, 1873, the class numbered twenty-five, of whom three were partial-course men. The degree of A. B. was conferred upon twenty-two at graduation, and upon four others at different times within the next few years, making the number of " sheepskins " issued to the class twenty-six. Diligent inquiry has failed to discover the record of any attempt at gathering together the scattered members of the class after graduation until the year 1878, when a re- union was held at Commencement time at the Mansion House in Williamstown. There is no official report of the meeting, and the accompanying letter from Woodbridge is all which saves this reunion from oblivion : Boston, Feb. 20th, 1890. My Dear Armstrong : — Let me take a spare minute, and bit of paper as well to make what reply I can to your note of Feb. 5th. I am quite sure that I have attended but two class reun- ions, if the small company of 1888 is included as one. That of 1878, at the Mansion House, found, as I remember it, some ten of us on the ground, but who they were I can- HISTORICAL. i) not say. Snyder, Calhoun, May, Thayer, Hitchcock, Olds, Day, Birge, Gould are the names which suggest themselves as I attempt to " consult my memory." The larger part of our time was occupied in reading letters from those not there, and the only "business" of which I have any recol- lection related to the printing of the class history, etc. My memory of it all is too faint to be of much value. As to Alumni Dinner response, I have never made one, and I doubt whether our class was called on for one as early as 1876. My dim recollection is that May answered for us in 1878. I wish that I could answer your queries more satisfactorily, but having no journal, and not much more of a memory, I find myself quite unable to do so. Yours cordially, S. H. WOODBBIDGE. In the year 1883, our decennial anniversary, it was hoped that there would be a large gathering; but circumstances over which he had no control, as each alleged, kept every- one away except Armstrong, Gould, Hitchcock, Olds, and Snyder. Snyder responded for the class at the alumni din- ner. At the class supper, which was held at the Mansion House on July 3d, at nine o'clock in the evening, we were joined by Mrs. Snyder and Mrs. Olds, who swelled our num- ber to seven and added their charm to the occasion. Letters from the absent members were read, Snyder and Olds were made a committee to prepare a memorial upon Calhoun, who had died in Syria a few days before the reunion, and the evening closed with the following poem by Hitchcock, dedicated to the class, and read as only its genial author could have read it : HISTORICAL. DECENNIAL. A decade gone ? 'Tis even so, A decade gone. Then let it go ! Ten years ! What is there in that tale To make a hair of these grow pale ? Ten years ! What are they in the rhyme Of the grand epic of all Time ? Ten breaths ; ten points in infinite space ; Ten beats across the dial-face ; Ten syllables ; — not yet one line Of the old scythe-armed bard divine. Ten years ! They vanish like the mist From hills the morning sun has kissed : Before our hearts they fade away Like the same mist before the day. We roll the wheels of Chronos back ; To Hades with your almanac ! The same old walks and trees are here ; Greylock still lifts his front austere, — Lord of the realm of storm and snow, ('Twas "Mountain-day" a week ago ;) — • The same deep jokes and jests profound Make the same walls and halls resound. What's changed? Who's changed? Who says "ten years?" Suppress the caitiff with your jeers ! " Ten years ? " They are not ! " Here, I say, Who flunked in Livy yesterday ? Confound this cross-grained Calculus, It's blinder than blind CEdipus. HISTORICAL. Who stole my ' pony ' from the shelf ? Must I translate this Greek myself ? " In vain, alas ! How e'er we try No art returns the days gone by : No power delays the ebbing glass, Nor these edacious hours that pass Swift as the seas that sweep to shore From oceans heaving evermore. " Labuntur anni." True for you, Flaccus, old boy ! "Eheu ! Eheu ! " Your logic and your verse are right : If piety could stay their flight, Or stop "instanti senectae" The thing were done for 'Seventy-Three : For never yet went forth a class More deeply marked with "pietas." Yet, on each well-remembered face Time's counterfeitless stamp finds place. Those wrinkles 'round your mouth and eyes Mean growing old as well as wise ; That small round spot, devoid of hair, Means age, as well as wifely care. "Ten years ? " The time is not so far, And yet, what boys these seniors are ! Things must have changed. You cannot mean That 'Seventy-Three was once as green ! These growing waists, these forms sedate, — Whatever history may relate, — Prove that the thing could not have been, We were a different sort of men. Of men ? Of men ? That word seems wrong. HISTORICAL. What business has it in a song Made for the ears of such as we ? Made for "The Boys of 'Seventy-Three?" Thank heaven ! How e'er the years may go, Whether their flight be swift or slow, What e'er they bring of carking cares, Of wrinkling brows or whitening hairs, Of wealth or power or place or rank, Lean pockets or a private bank, — What e'er our public avoirdupois, Among ourselves we're still "The Boys !" What care we here for partial fame Or rank or wealth or titled name ? While the oi 7to\\oi cross our way The forms of etiquette hold sway ; "The Eev." This, and "Dr." That Are titles from our lips as pat As if their wearers ne'er had known Nicknames of less respectful tone. But here, entre nous, we cast aside The stiff-backed stays our hearts deride ; No formal humbug here we know, Qui sumus in convivio. " The Boys ! The Boys of 'Seventy-Three ! " It was our name : it still shall be. No style more dignified and cold ; Men age ; "The Boys" cannot grow old ! Brave words ! But are they nothing more ? Beside the inland-ocean shore Lies Saunders, dead : His race half run : His work, so well commenced, half done. HISTORICAL. 9 And, where swart Lebanon's summits rise Athwart the hush of Orient skies, — Where Hermon's sacred cedars wave, Calhoun sleeps in his Syrian grave. Tears ? Nay, we may not mourn their fates : Heaven holds them our first Graduates ! The years may come ; the decades go ; Our numbers few and fewer grow ; Still shall we close and closelier cling, The dear old days remembering, Men in all manly strength and poise, But in our hearts forever " Boys," Till the last tolling bells prolong The echo of life's even-song ! At this meeting it was voted that the class-letters be printed, and in accordance with this resolution the Decen- nial Report was prepared and distributed to the members of the class in July, 1884. Five years soon passed away, and 1888 brought round our fifteenth anniversary. The only members of the class present in Williamstown to celebrate it were Clarke, Day, Snyder, and Woodbridge. The reunion was held at Mrs. Snyder's on Tuesday evening before Commencement, June 26th, and the time was pleas- antly spent in talk and in reading the letters from those who were able to be present only in spirit. At this time Snyder expressed his determination to put off the official harness which he had worn with much patience for many years, and the question of another Secre- tary was considered. It was found necessary to take advan- tage of some absent one, and either alphabetically or acci- 10 HISTOKICAL. dentally or otherwise it was decided that the honor be thrust upon Armstrong, which was done. The new scribe began work in the fall of 1888 and gath- ered together for the records such class letters as had not been sent in time for the reunion. In connection with the call for these letters an attempt was made to interest the class in the " Mark Hopkins Me- morial" building fund, which was then being raised by the alumni and friends of the college. This, however, was not largely successful, the total amount contributed by the class being only $245., given by sis members. In December, 1890, the class sent twenty-five dollars to White, a Christmas gift to the library of his little Sunday School at Silver Cliff, Colorado. This proved a pleasant and a welcome surprise, and a copy of White's letter of hearty thanks in behalf of his school was sent out at the time. Following this, no class event seems to have occurred till our reunion in 1893, our twentieth anniversary. Early in the year the suggestion whether it would not be better to have the reunion in October, at the time of the centennial celebration of the founding of the college, than at Com- mencement, was submitted to the class and was favorably received. It was therefore decided to have the meeting in October as proposed. The very stars in their courses fought against this gathering, and only five of the class suc- ceeded in escaping to Williamstown, the fortunate ones being Armstrong, Hitchcock, Snyder, Thayer, and Wheeler. They met at the D. K. B. House on Monday evening, October 9th, after the reception given by the President and Trustees. It was not an all-night session, but it lasted from ten o'clock till nearly two, and was continued next day on the part of some, as there was opportunity. HISTORICAL. 11 A general flow of talk preceded, accompanied, and fol- lowed the supper, and then came the reading of the letters from the absent, supplemented by such personal recollec- tions as the listeners could add from time to time. During Armstrong's temporary absence from the room his appoint- ment as Class Secretary was confirmed, and he was requested to extend the thanks of the class to the D. K. E. Fraternity for their courteous hospitality. After the letters were finished, Hitchcock read with much feeling the following poem, which he had kindly prepared for the occasion : 1873- 1893. Still the Cherishing Mother stands Midmost the hollow lands ; Still over her mountain rim The clouds of Autumn swim ; Still down on her roofs and walls The shadow of Greylock falls : — Nothing they know of change, It is we have grown strange. Bear Mountain is shaggy still, And craggy is Stony Hill ; Still lovers and sweethearts meet 'Neath the trees of the spacious street, And the twilight is tender when They wander in " Flora's Glen : " — Nothing in this of change, But to us, ah me ! how strange ! Still the Cherishing Mother blooms A rose in these bosky glooms ; Still beautiful and dear, 12 HISTORICAL. Still young in her hundredth year ; Matron and maiden both, And glorious in her growth : — Her growth, which is not change ; She abides ; 'tis we who are strange. Strange to the wide-wayed streets, Strange to the class-room seats, Strange to the " college-yell," Strange to the chapel-bell, Strange to the " Profs." and " Prex.," Strange to both " flunk " and " X," Strange even to the change That has made and keeps us strange. Just possibly Proctor Thayer " i7oAAa';n?" can compare ; But your poet will bet a hat He can't tell " where he is at," If you open on his knees A page of Isocrates, And bid him read as far As only the third " uou yap.'' Come, Armstrong, please define "Co-tangent, co-secant, co-sine;" And tell us, and tell us true, The logarithm of Two. Nay, man, don't hang your head ; We know it before 'tis said, And the truth shall not be spared, For once you're " Not Prepared." Can Wheeler demonstrate Proposition Twenty-eight HISTORICAL. 13 Of Euclid, Book the Third ? He answers never a word, And I think we have room to doubt If he knows what 'twas about, Or is sure he ever heard Of Euclid, Book the Third. Would Snyder find it play To scan the Homeric lay, And explain why, in the song, Short vowels are always long ? Will he briefly the knots untwist Of the Second Aorist, And kindly repeat that gem, The " Binomial Theorem ? " Ah, well ; we have graver grown Since we rode the ponies of Bohn. Those were our galloping days : A peaceable pair of bays Suit better the waning taste, Suit better the waxing waist, Suit better the men whose change " The boys " find sadly strange. We talk of death's mystery, But, ah ! the wonder to see How the faces so dearly known Into other faces have grown ; How we are, yet are not, the same In soul, in mind, in frame ; How the slow years gnarl us and change, Making each to the other strange ! 14 HISTOKICAL. Mourn not for the classmates starred ; They are relieved from guard : For the absent living a tear, Oh, boys, your place was here, ! For ourselves, we know that the ways Grow dark with the darkening days, Till the Change which ends all change Seems even than life less strange. All those present and most of the absent favoring a printed report, it was voted that such a report be prepared and sent to the members of the class, and this has now been done. The good-byes of our small circle were soon said, and we separated, with deep regret that we were so few in num- ber, — " For the absent living a tear, Oh, boys, your place was here ! " — and with the hope that the meeting in the year 1898, our twenty-fifth anniversary, may show a largely increased attendance and undiminished good-feeling. "And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take ; * * * * If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why, then this parting was well made." BIOGRAPHY. "There is a history in all men's lives." BIOGRAPHICAL. AHMSTRONG. Penn Yan, N. Y., October 31, 1893. Dear Classmates : — Ten years have passed since I last appeared before you in print — barring my occasional official calls upon you for information about yourselves — and yet my life has not yielded me many things to tell you. On April 5, 1887, I married Sarah F. Sheppard of this village, and we have here a happy home, to which every member of '73 will be heartily welcome at all times. Scholl has called upon us, and White has spent a little time here, but no others. I have attended two reunions at the class, in 1883 and 1893, and on each occasion it was a matter of keen regret to me that so few were present — only four others each time ! These disappointments have been made up to me to some extent by the meetings with the fellows which I have had under other circumstances. At various times and places during the past ten years I have seen Chamberlain, Clarke, (also the " class boy " Foster Hallock Clarke), Day, Hitchcock, May, Olds, Scholl, Snyder, Thayer, Townsend, Wardner, Wheeler, White, D. S. Williams, Woodbridge, and Worden. Europe, alas! is still terra incognita to me, but I have gone about some in this country : have seen the sun rise from the Atlantic and set in the Pacific ; have looked upon Mt. Tacoma's snow-capped summit, and gathered oranges BIOGRAPHICAL. 17 with Williams in Florida ; at one time or another during the decade I have been in every State in the Union but six. My connection with the First National Bank of this place, which began in 1873, ceased in 1890, since which time my attention has been given chiefly to private and personal business. I have not been " appointed to any civil office under the authority of the United States," and, not being of the num- ber of those who last fall voted for " a change," I have none in immediate prospect. You will see in all this, alas ! little that does honor to the class or to Old Williams, and I join you with all my heart as you say to yourselves on reading this record, " Would it were worthier ! " Cordially yours, H. K. Armstrong. BIRGE. UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSIN", OFFICE OF DEAN OF COLLEGE OF LETTERS AND SCIENCE. Madison, Wis., October 2, 1893. My Dear Armstrong : — Twenty years ago I should not have doubted your ability to decipher my fist. But a score of years' experience with notes, presumably better than those which I used to furnish you, may have put you out of practice. I shall not worry you long, however. " The short and simple annals of the poor " pedagogue don't as yet fill a great space — not as great as, I hope, will be demanded by the tale of the successes of the rest of you. If I remember rightly, my last decennial left me in the act of building my house — in which I still reside. I " moved in " in August of that year, 1883, and on October 5th we 18 BIOGRAPHICAL. rejoiced in the birth of our second child — a girl, who cele- brates her tenth birthday next Thursday. I reported my boy— born 1881— last time, and these are all the children that we can show. We have not been so fortunate as to have had more, nor so unhappy as to lose any. Only one other fact of interest occurs in the history of the the past decade. As my letter-head shows, I have advanced in position at the University of Wisconsin, which circum- stance occurred in 1890. Beyond these events my life for the past ten years has been happy in an absence of history. I have grown grayer and older till now I find myself one of the senior professors in length of service — a sort of antediluvian to the younger men. But how this has come about I don't know. Now a hearty greeting to all the fellows of '73, whether assembled in body or present only in spirit. I wish I could shake you all and each by the hand and wish you God speed for another decade. I despair of ever seeing many of you. White has been here, and Olds. Place, of course, I have seen often, though he has now deserted teaching for preaching, and Olin exchanges greeting with me daily. But to the rest of you, I fear, Madison is a terra incognita. Let it not remain so. With renewed good wishes and especial thanks to H. K. for his gory postal card, Yours in '73, E. A. Birge. CHAMBERLAIN. 43 Mofuat Buiuding, Detroit, Mich., Sept., 20, 1893. My Dear Classmates : — I have long and fondly cherished the hope that I should meet with you amid Berkshire's circling hills on the occasion BIOGEAPHICAL. 19 of '73's twentieth year reunion, and, hand to hand and eye to eye, renew the ever fresh and inspiring associations of a a treasured past, and review the vicissitudes and experiences that have checkered our several lives during the two decades that would then separate our sad class day farewells and the glad greetings of our reunion. The power of relentless cir- cumstances has, however, ordered otherwise, and I have long since learned from the hard lessons of my contact with men and things to accept the inevitable with philosophy, though it is with a poignant and abiding regret that I pen this cold and conventional substitute for the hearty hand- grasp and cordial greeting which I have so long coveted, and still do so greatly covet to exchange with you. The pen, in my unskilled hand, is as it used to be in the days at old Williams, but a lame and impotent instrument, and I must ask you to read between the written lines of my com- munication the messages of my heart that my pen is wholly unable to interpret. A few brief words will suffice to give you the history of my life since we went our several ways twenty years ago. It can all be summed up in one word — commonplace. As is the lot of the ordinary mortal, I have encountered joys and griefs, successes and defeats, and withal have grown steadily old and fat, gray and bald-headed. I have no trophies to show as the fruits of the struggle. Neither fame nor fortune is mine. Neither in the fields of literature, nor pol- itics, nor science, nor religion, nor philosophy, nor business, have I achieved any reputation. In only one direction can I truly be said to have been a progressive man during all these years, namely, in my avoirdupois. I am each year more of a man than the year before, tested by the evidence of the scales. The things that I do not possess are beyond counting ; the 20 BIOGRAPHICAL. results that I have not achieved are multitudinous ; but one priceless possession I have achieved and do possess — a happy home, ruled by a loving and devoted wife, cheered by the presence of a winsome and sprightly daughter, yet saddened by the absence of a bright boyish face, whose light went out of our household some four years since, and left in our aching hearts only the hope that its light would shine upon us again in that life which we shall enter upon when we too shall have laid our bodies down in that " low green tent whose curtain swings not outward." I fear me that during these twenty years most of us have learned the sorrowful truth that is enshrined in the lines of the poet: " There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! " Classmates, my home is at 124 Bagg Street, Detroit, Mich- igan. The latch-string is always out. Affectionately yours, in the memories and friendships of 73, Bobert M. Chamberlain. CLARKE. Milton, N. Y., August 28, 1893. Dear Classmates : — The record of my quiet life for the past ten years is quickly told. My domestic life has been all that heart could ask. The best earthly help and comfort a man can have — a home blessed with a faithful wife and loving children — has been mine. Five olive branches wave around our table. Three of them are like unto their mother and the other two BIOGRAPHICAL. 21 excell the paternal stem in stature and I hope all will sur- pass him in wisdom and goodness. I have followed fruit culture for a livelihood. Have had a good degree of success. Especially do I find constant and enduring satisfaction in heartily accepting the faith once delivered to the saints, which, during our college clays, we saw so beautifully exem- plified in the lives of such men as Mark and Albert Hopkins. I thankfully receive the Good Book as my guide for this life ; on its teachings found my hope for eternity. Total abstinence is my practice ; prohibition my aim and hope for the State. Peace through arbitration, I believe to be the only Chris- tian way to settle National disputes. Farewell brethren. Yours fraternally, Edgar M. Clarke. DA Y. 765 Broad St., Newark, N. J., August 7, 1893. My Dear Armstrong : — I received your circular letter some time ago, but I hardly feel that the events of my life in the last ten years justify their setting forth in manuscript. I am still at the old stand, grinding at my desk day after day, enjoying my work, and, perhaps, withal, not altogether unsuccessful therein. I have had no honors thrust upon me. I have taken no active interest in politics and nothing has happened to me worthy of record. For the past ten years I have resided in Newark, but on the first of Novem- ber next I propose to change my residence to Morristown. 22 BIOGEAPHICAL. I have kindly recollections of all the members of my class, with some of whom I occasionally come in contact. Hoping that this year's reunion may be well attended and thoroughly enjoyable, I am Very truly yours, Edward A. Day. HITCHCOCK. New Lebanon, Columbia Co., N. Y., July 9, 1893. My Dear A?nstrong : — Your circular of June 22d received, and I cordially agree to make one at a class reunion any time in October, pro- vided as many as twelve — the minimum number you men- tion — likewise agree to be there. As to my own biography for the past ten years : In 1883 I was editing The Bulletin (daily) and The Courier (weekly) of Norwich, Conn. In 1885 an offer from The New Haven Palladium, promising increased salary, a larger field of work, and greater opportunities, as well as wider responsibilities, took me to that city. I remained in charge of the editorial department of The Pallidium till a. change of ownership took place in 1888. The new owner being a politician for whom I had the deepest contempt and distrust, I resigned, and the next week received the offer of my former place in Norwich, in charge of the editorial department of The Bul- letin, again at an increased salary. Was given a very flat- tering farewell when I left New Haven, and an equally flat- tering welcome when I returned to Norwich — suppers, com- plimentary speeches, etc. Eemained in Norwich till the middle of March, 1893, when I retired from the journalistic field for the present, at least, and, I trust, permanently. Domestic affairs at the old home seemed to call me there nd to promise some opportunity for real usefulness. BIOGRAPHICAL. 23 Furthermore, I must plead guilty to the possession of some convictions, and to a great deal of impatience with fools. Such characteristics are not wholly suitable for the man who would either write or speak to the present public "intelli- gence." And I was very tired of the work. Have turned into a farmer, of the sort known as the "working farmer." Find it muscularly tiring, but mentally and morally refresh- ing. There is no "money in it," even with the most per- sistent swindling, and so, unlike most other forms of occupa- tion at the present day, there isn't much temptation to swindling. So please write me down in the class annals as "Farmer," and I'll let you know when, if ever, I decide to change that avocation. Yours very truly, A. P. Hitchcock. At the time of Hitchcock's withdrawal from journalism, the New York Tribune, in speaking of it, said : "By the retirement of A. P. Hitchcock from the editorship of The Norwich Bulletin last week, not only Connecticut but all New England is the loser. He is a journalist whose character and courtesy, as well as force and sagacity, have been recognized beyond the borders of the Nut- meg State by his fellow-craftsmen. He has done good service to the Republican party in several campaigns ; his scientific and literary attain- ments and breadth of view made him a good all-around newspaper man, and he possesses sterling personal qualities that fit him for companion- ship with cultivated and independent minds. It is a matter of wide regret that certain filial duties take him from active professional work for a time." MAY. 32 Nassau St., New Youk, Sept 27, 1893. My Dear Ann strong : — I have delayed my letter to the last moment in hopes that I might be able to announce that I should be present at the reunion. I regret to say, however, that my business affairs have taken such shape that I fear I shall be unable to 24 BIOGRAPHICAL. attend. Will you please extend to all my classmates who are fortunate enough to be present my sincere regret that I cannot be with them to review the memories of our halcyon college days. My personal record since our report ten years ago con- tains no events which can especially interest my classmates, except that on the 26th day of May, 1892, I was married to Miss Cardera Collin, and on the 7th day of May of the cur- rent year became the happy father of a little daughter. I remember that at one of our Washington's birthday celebra- tions in college, Professor Perry began a felicitoys after- dinner speech thus : " February is a good month to be born in. General Washington was born in that month. I was born in that month. My wife was born in that month, and our oldest child was born in that month." If you will observe the dates of the events specified above in my own record, and will add to them the fact that my wife was born in May, (remembering also the name of the writer), you will understand why I am disposed to contend that May is a much finer month in every way than Feb- ruary. With most hearty greetings to all the boys, I remain Your classmate, Charles May. OLDS. Olds is practicing law in Newark, N. J. He has sent no letter. OLIN. Olin is practicing law in Madison, Wis. He has sent no letter. BIOGRAPHICAL. 25 PLACE. Arcadia, Wis., September 1, 1893. My Dear Armstrong : — Your circular at hand. I was in Massachusetts during May and June and have just got back here. If I go to Massachusetts to live, and get there soon enough, and noth- ing else prevents, I shall be at the reunion ; but it is all problematical as yet. I have done nothing worth publishing in the Class Eeport. I taught in Milton College until the summer of 1890, when it seemed to me that I had given all to the cause of S. D. B. education that I could afford, so I resigned and became pastor of a Unitarian Church. Last summer I was ill all summer and did not know at one time but my work was over. My health is well restored now and I hope for many years in the land of the living. I have seven children — Mark Hopkins, Edwin Hemphill, Philip Wilfred, Charles Francis, Albert Whitford, Olive Ewing, and Alice Josej)hme — all very much alive, it seems to me. During the past summer I have met many of my old pupils, more than I have seen in any one year before, and their greetings and words of kindness and love are about all I have to show for having lived. I yield to no one in love for Old Williams, and remember the class of '73 with more affection than my long absence from them would seem to indicate. Remember me kindly to all if I am not with you. Yours trulj', W. F. Place. A card from Place, dated Boston, Mass., November 6, 1893, says : " I cannot yet give a permanent address, but will do so as soon as possible." 26 BIOGKAPHICAL. SCROLL. Big Flats, N. Y., August 30, 1893. Pear Classmate: — It is not likely that I can go to Williamstown for the cen- tennial exercises of October next. As for report covering the past ten years : Early in 1885, I resigned my Lawrencville, Penna., pastorate and accepted a call from the Presbyterian Church of Springfield, New York, which I served for six years. I had, meanwhile, received a call from Big Flats, Chemung Co., New York, and began work here in February, 1892. My congregation is comparatively small, but remarkably kindly, and is, more- over, conspicuous for its culture. In addition to the stipu- lated salary and donation I have received frequent gifts, and last summer was very agreeably surprised by the present of over $50. for a vacation outing. I have also been repeatedly helped by warm words of commendation from many lips here and elsewhere. Though not a noted gardener, I have a good showing of "olive plants" (Ps. 128: 3). The latest accession arrived last June, and our children now living on earth sum up the sacred number — seven. The children are physically vigor- orous, and are noticeably intelligent. The oldest has made a public confession of faith, in Christ, and the next gives creditable evidence of the new birth. Mrs. Scholl contin- ues to win and hold friends, and is much beloved. In 1882 I began writing for the religious press, and six- teen contributions were printed that year. They were dis- tributed thus: Presbyterian, 3 ; Sunday School Times, 4; Christian at Work, 9. My current contributions are con- fined mainly to the Presbyterian and the Presbyterian Jour- BIOGRAPHICAL. 27 nal, both of Philadelphia. The latter is now publishing weekly my exposition of the Sunday School lesson. Of my classmates I have seen but little. While at Spring- field, I had a pleasant visit from Olds and his wife. Last year, during a cycle outing, I called on Armstrong, and made the acquaintance of his better half. De Camp, and Isaac Jennings, class of '71, are settled at Elmira, and I have met them occasionally. Both are big men physically, and both are doing creditable work for Christ and the church. Sincerely, Henry T. Scholl. SNYDER. Middletown, Conn., Sept. 19, 1893. ^My Dear Armstrong : — Since receiving your request for an account of my doings, I have been trying very hard to make the past ten years of my life seem in some way eventful and of general interest to the class. I must confess, however, that I have met with very indifferent success in this laudable endeavor. The first and saddest change came with the death of our little Evelyn, September 4, 1883, only a few weeks after the class reunion. January 3, 1884, I began my pastorate in this beautiful old town, and from that time my life has gone on in very orderly fashion. The chief interruptions have been those caused by the advent of three children — Franklyn Bliss, born July 26, 1884 ; Alice Dorothea, born October 29, 1887, and Edward Douglas, born October 4, 1889. In the summer of 1891 it became evident that Mrs. Snyder needed a decided change of air and scene, while I stood in equal need of a little fresh mental stimulus. Under the cir- cumstances I asked my people for a year's leave of absence, '28 BIOGRAPHICAL. and you can imagine the feelings with which we turned our faces toward Europe in general, and I mine toward the old Berlin University in particular. That year, with Berlin for the winter, and Switzerland for the summer, and a run into Italy in the Easter vacation, was for us the treat of the decade. If our class only had a few more parsons in it, I should spend a whole paragraph in enthusiasm over the in- spiration there is in listening to men like Pfleiderer and Harnach. Since our return my work has gone on as if there had been no interruption. I have held no offices of trust and certainly none with an attached salary. The only writings of mine that have been published are a few sermons, an article on Prof. Pfleiderer, and a series on Theological Edu- cation in Switzerland, in the Biblical World, and a small Easter booklet called "First Fruits." For the honor of the class I greatly regret that I have nothing more or better to report, but 1 am very thankful that these years have brought so much of quiet happiness and so little of real sorrow. As ever, yours in '73, P. M. Snyder. TA TLOR. Portsmouth, Va., Sept. 1, 1893. Dear Armstrong : — I honor your pertinacity in getting class statistics. After leaving the Reform School in Washington, D. C, I formed in 1885 a connection with the Shultz Belting Com- pany, with the express purpose of handling Southern timber in some way later on. Four years ago I commenced in a small way here making cypress shingles and timber. BIOGEAPHICAL. 29 Am pleasantly located, like the city and its surroundings, and believe in the future of the cities on Norfolk harbor. Have no children. Can only say about the centennial that I will try to be there. As ever, Yours, Edward B. Tayloe. TH A TEE. North Adams, Mass., Sept. 11, 1893. Dear Armstrong : — In answer to your inquiry, I would say that I went to Europe in 1883, and in the fall of 1883 I was elected to the State Senate and re-elected in 1884. Since then I have been out of politics, and have been practicing law in North Adams as usual. I am still unmarried. Cordially yours, S. Proctor Thayer. TO WNSEND. No. 2 Park Place, Albany, N. Y., Oct. 18, 1893. My Dear Armstrong : — After leaving college with our class in '73, I took a sum- mer's vacation, at the expiration of which I entered the Med- ical School here in Albany as a full-fledged Freshman stu- dent. I struggled with the various primary medical branches here for one year. The following fall found me in New York, a student in the College of Physicians and Sur- geons, now the great Vanderbilt College connected with Columbia College of New York. I remained here two years, when, in the spring of '76, I graduated as an M. D. Immediately after graduating took my chances, against twenty other young fellows as my competitors, for entrance 30 BIOGRAPHICAL. to Charity Hospital, on Blackwell's Island, New York, and fortunately succeeded, with five others, in passing a sat- isfactory examination, and thus became a member of the House Staff of that institution. Here I remained the prescribed time, one year and a half. The fall of '77 found me an engaged and happy man, which happiness was soon consummated by my marriage in November with the daugh- ter of the late Judge John H. Reynolds, of the Court of Appeals of New York State. About a month after our mar- riage we went abroad, it being my desire to pursue my studies in some of the large hospitals of "Vienna, Strassburg, Heidelberg, and London. Accordingly we remained on the other side over a year, and at the close of '78 my home in Albany found me again, where I immediately began the practice of my profession. In '80 I was appointed the Prof, of Physiology in the Albany Medical College, which, chair I have held actively until two years ago, when, on account of ill-health, the work being very tiresome, though vastly inter- esting, I was compelled to resign. The college faculty then made me Emeritus Prof, of Physiology, which position I now hold. I am also connected with the "Albany" and "St. Peters" Hospitals, as their Obstetrician and Gyne- cologist. I have two fine boys, the elder nearly fourteen, the younger nine years old — Franklin Townsend, 3d, and Reynolds King Townsend. They both look forward to " Old Williams," and regard her as their guiding star. It pleased me much to learn of our class having had such a good reunion, and I regret that I could not be present. With love for them all, I am, sincerely, Feanklin Townsend, Jb. BIOGRAPHICAL. 31 WARJJNER. Garwin, Iowa, July 31, 1893. Dear Cta**iiHtteis : — The ten years of my life to be reported to you, this, the second decade wince we left " Old Williams," has been a very eventful one to me, and also full of some very bitter experi- ence and hard struggle. A cloud came over me about ten years ago — the plans and ambitions of college and university days were broken up, my reputation besmirched, bitter ene- mies developed even in my home, my family scattered by divorce, etc. Left alone without home, fortune, honor, I found I had proven a few friends to be true in evil as well as good re- port. But I was, nevertheless, very much broken-down and discouraged. For some time I cared little what became of me. But gradually I came again to desire a more manly course, and the work we together did in college then came to my rescue. I studied medicine and pharmacy, graduating from Bush Medical College of Chicago in February, 1884. I practiced for short periods in Wisconsin, in Southern Illinois, in Mis- souri, in Kansas, and then in Chicago, Illinois. In July, 1885, with the help of friends, I bought a drug store at the corner of Cottage Grove Avenue and 43d Street in Chicago, where I steadily worked until June, 1892, when I sold it for $7000, cash, and with the proceeds paid off some of my debts, having already cleared up some other obliga- tions during the seven years there. In July, 1892, I came to Garwin, Iowa, and again began the practice of medicine. During the year just passed I have only had about three hundred patients of all classes, which has yielded me a very meagre salary as yet, because of much charity work, and hard times holding back pay from those cases that 32 BIOGRAPHICAL. ought to yield me revenue. I have, however, the satisfac- tory record of only four deaths, and a growing feeling of confidence in a professional sense. It is doubtful if I can meet you, on account of my low finances, but I hope to build up again, at least enoiigh to finish paying all my obligations, and retain the name of be- ing financially honest. In June, 1887, I married my present wife, and by her I have two bright children, a girl three years old, and a boy two years old — Olive Marguerite, born June 29, 1890; Horace Morton, born August 18, 1891. The children born by my former wife, which I reported to you before, I have not seen in nine or ten years. They live in New York. In November, 1888, I went to Honduras and spent six months, having lost my mother just previous. While in Chicago I was greatly cheered by the kind visits of White, Chamberlain, Olds, and Armstrong. My love for you all is greater than ever, while I feel more than ever be- fore how unworthy I am to be reckoned your classmate, Morton S. Wardner. WHEELER. Eoom 117, Erie County Savings Bank. Buffalo, N. Y., September 27, 1893. My Dear Armstrong : — An account of myself for the past ten years is quickly given. I think I may safely say that up to date I have done nothing to bring disgrace on the class of 1873. Al- though living on the border line of Canada I have had no occasion so, far, for a prolonged residence in the neighboring Dominion. Since our last reunion I have lived continuously in the BIOGEAPHICAL. 33 flourishing city of Buffalo, practicing the profession of the law. I have filled no political office, except the appointive of- fice of a member of the Civil Service Commission of Buffalo, of which board I have been Chairman for several years, en- deavoring as best I can to advance civil service reform in municipal affairs. Ten years ago I married Frances M. Rochester, of Buffalo, and two children bless our household — one a boy of eight, the other a girl of six. Expecting to meet all the members of 1873 at the coming reunion, I remain Your affectionate classmate, Chas. B. Wheeler. WHITE. 1400 Colorado Ave., Colorado Springs, Colorado, October 3, 1893. Dear Classmates: — On this lovely autumn morning I would greet the class of '73 from my study window where I look up to the grand and beautiful mountains which lift their summits towards heaven. The scene reminds one of the educational institu- tions of our land — all grand, but in the estimation of its allumni Williams surpasses them all. There are in the United States larger and taller mountains than Pike's Peak, but to those who live under its shadow it is the noblest and most attractive. There are larger and broader colleges than Williams, but to those who lived for years under the shadow of its buildings, enjoyed the views of its professors, were lifted in heart and life by daily nearness to them, there is no college so worthy their admiration. I have always been thankful that I spent four years under the teachings of Old 34 BIOGEAPHICAL. Williams, ennobled by contact with its faculty and students' and in the enjoyment of its literary and religious atmosphere and picturesque surroundings. We may well call Williams old. A century is a long time to an American who lives m the western part of the United States, where towns spring up in a few days and become first-class cities in a few years. Colorado, the Centennial State, is younger by three years than the alumni of '73. It has been often in my thoughts the hope that I should have the great pleasure of meeting at Williams centennial her alumni, especially the class of '73. My expectations not to be realized, lead me to address you these few lines of greeting. Ten years since when I wrote you, I had spent five years in missionary work in Kansas; the Lord permitted me to work five years more in the Prairie State. But long rides by horse-power, with severe exposure, brought on asthma and billious attacks. After suffering several summers, my friends advised me to go West and try Colorado. So, after gathering ten churches and doing regular pastoral work, in which I rode by horse-power over 35,000 miles, I bid fare- well to Kansas and drove on with my team and buggy 300 miles to the next presbytery, Pueblo, in Colorado. Since then my home, or rather wanderings, have been in the Rockies, ministering to the spiritual needs of its scattered, and often destitute, people and feeble churches. It is largely a labor of love. The people are generally kind to the missionary and his team, and will not see them suffer much. But as they themselves are often in close and trying circumstances, they think it proper that God's messenger should also rustle for a living. When the missionary has no horse, they loan him one ; sometimes a good, steady plodder, sometimes otherwise. The last one loaned me had run BIOGEAPHICAL. 35 away twice before I had him, and ran away once from me, but was caught before he had done much damage. Three years ago I made my first visit East, after an absence of twelve years, and had the great pleasure of seeing many of my classmates and visiting my old home in New Jersey. Two years ago last February I visited Europe and the East, enjoying greatly the wonders of the Old World, and espe- cially places made sacred by Bible scenes. When at Beyrout I visited the grave of the only foreign missionary of out- class, buried in the American Press (Publishing House \ Cemetery, and read on the white marble head-stone the name of Charles William Calhoun, with date of birth, also death at Shweifat, a few miles south of Beyrout. The ceme- tery is nicely shaded by tall trees and the ground covered with flowers. I have preserved a few flowers brought from Cal.'s grave, also many remembrances of his loving deeds. Servant of God ! well done. Thou hast been faithful in thy labors, binding up the wounds of the suffering, pouring in the oil of the gospel, tenderly ministering to the dying and bereaved, preaching Christ by speech and service ; thou has entered into that rest which remaineth for the people of God. Since my return to missionary work in Colorado, the times have been more trying than before I left for my trip abroad. I still have a buggy and harness, and hope some day to get a horse, or, perhaps, a team, as I have a double harness and there is a pole to the buggy. The work for part of the time has been in mining camps, visiting the sick, burying the dead, and ministering comfort to the bereaved ; on the Sab- bath preaching to those not opposed to the Gospel or not busy in the mines, and gathering the children into the Sab- bath School. Last year was spent in caring for a clrarch on the Divide 36 BIOGRAPHICAL. (Table Eock, 25 miles northeast of here). A year ago, on the 10th of October, we were visited by a severe snow storm. The drifts were so deep (one over my barn 12 feet deep) that for a week we had no mail from the railroad ten miles away. A church member, with four-horse team and empty wagon, took the preacher to the railroad, so that I attended meeting of Synod at Denver on the 18th of October. Ee- turning home on the following Saturday, I was compelled to wade for five miles through the deep snow to get there. After return of pleasant weather I moved here, where a doctor was nearer than ten miles and where some con- veniences and comforts could be obtained. Though living in this city, yet there is all the religious work I can do. As I am not the pastor of an organized church, and have no commission from a Home Mission Board at present, my income is irregular and often defective. Still I labor on in the Master's service, feeling "woe is unto me if I preach not the gospel." I can realize the Master's presence in my sickness as in health, when cheered by attentive congregations, and when they are indifferent and hostile. " I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: everywhere and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hun- gry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." Fellow class- mates, may we all serve the Master faithfully here, then we shall praise Him in that gathering place where there is no parting. This is the wish of your loving classmate, Henet K. White. BIOGRAPHICAL. 37 D.S. WILLIAMS. Ocala, Fla., July 17, 1893. My Dear Armstrong : — Your several communications have been received and should have had my attention before, but I have been delay- ing in the hope that I might be able to give you definite and favorable reply as to my ability to meet my old classmates at our reunion. At this late day I am still unable to say whether I can be with you, but rest assured that every effort will be made on my part. My life has been such an uneventful one, and, from my isolated location, so much taken up with matters that were entirely of a personal nature, as to offer little of interest to you. My old friend Day will probably reply for me to those who may desire to know more of the particulars of my sojourn in Florida. With warm regards for yourself and my old class- mates, Yours most cordially, David S. Williams. Williams went to Florida soon after graduating, and took up orange culture, in which he is still engaged. He married January 31, 1877, Mary Louise Monroe, of Syracuse, N. Y., a sister of our classmate, Allen Monroe, by whom he had four children; three girls, born in 1879, 1881, 1882, and a boy, born in 1884. Mrs. Williams died in April, 1890, and her oldest daughter, Julia, a charming and attractive girl, is now the head of her father's house. Williams has not written a class-letter, but the personal letter printed herewith shows that he still has a warm spot in his heart for his old classmates. His home is near Ocala, Marion County, Fla., where he is a man of influence and much esteemed. Those of the class who have called upon him have received a hearty welcome. 38 BIOGRAPHICAL. T. WILLIAMS. New England Associated Press, 195 Broadway, New York, Sept. 30, 1893. My Dear Armstrong : — My record for the past ten years presents no startling fea- tures. In June, 1893, I left the city, in poor health, and retired to the wilds of Vermont, where, for about a year and a half, I recuperated physically (and declined financially) while playing at agriculture and the mining of slate. Then I shook the rocks of the Green Mountain State from my feet and returned to the great city. After trying, for a time, my "prentice hand" at dealings in real estate and slate goods, and dipping a trifle into newspaper work, T again plunged back into the old journalistic pool (which is not often troubled by angels.) Something more than three years I spent on the staff of the Albany Journal, in whose office I did my daily stint, while acting as legislative correspondent for a number of outside sheets, and contributing more or less sad stuff to various weekly and monthly publications. There, also, I found some vent for the crankiness of my nature in acting as a member of the State Committee of the short-lived Eepublican Anti-Saloon League. At length I was invited to go back to the New York office of the N. Y. State Associated Press. The invitation was accepted, and in the aforesaid tread-mill I drudged for nearly three years. Good behavior worked a commutation of sentence, and I was transferred about two years ago to the service of the New England Associated Press. How long the fates will retain me there, Allah alone knows. Our office is located in the Western Union building, 195 Broadway, and there I may be found on every night of the week except Saturday. Any member of the Class of 73 who will take the trouble to call shall be installed as lord of the office while he remains. BIOGRAPHICAL. 39 I've had many a reminder of the flight of time since leav- ing the little college amid the Berkshire hills. But the latest and most pronounced is the fact that my daughter — a student and writer of much promise — a few days ago entered the class of 1897 at Cornell University. ( Do I lead the class in that respect or has another taken the first prize ? ) I can no longer deny that I am "getting along in years." I am, in- deed middle-aged and "grizzled and grey," and yet I must confess that I have been able to do but little to reflect honor on '73. I trust that others of the class have made of life a more shining success. Notwithstanding all set-backs, how- ever, I am still toiling on hopefully and even ambitiously. I manage usually to take an optimistic view of my lot, and in the words " Be strong, have faith, and be serene," is sum- med up the philosophy by which I strive to guide my ex- istence. I deeply regret that circumstances will deprive me of the very great pleasure of attending the centennial exercises and the reunion of '73. I shall be with the faithful ones in spirit, however, and I shall never cease to wish for all my former classmates their fill of happiness and abundant pros- perity. With unstinted regard, I remain Faithfully yours, Theodore Williams. WITTE. New York, September 3, 1893. My Dear Armstrong :■ — I have delayed answering your letters hoping I might be able to go to our reunion and meet again all the old fellows. As this seems now to be impossible I trust you will greet them all heartily for me. 40 BIOGRAPHICAL. The last ten years have made but little change in my life, beyond that which advancing age brings. I think I feel about as young as ever, and could enjoy having a good time with the old boys at Williams. Olds called on me the other day and told me all he knew about the members of '73, and recalling old times made me most deeply regret that I cannot be with you when you meet. I am still with the house of Fairbanks Co. in New York. My address is 311 Broadway, and I shall be heartily glad to see any of my old classmates whenever they may be in the city. Yours in '73, M. C. G. Witte. WOODBRIDGE. Boston, September 2, 1893. Dear Classmate : — Your "second call," just at hand, reminds me of my pur- p ose to write you a brief story of my past ten years. They have been the most busy of all the tens. They have been full of growing work, both within the Institute and in the field of professional activity. Gradually the lines of work have narrowed into those of a specialist, and have run out into regions where novelty and originality lend fascination and enthusiasm to work. The rewards, too, are mostly of the best kind — in the consciousness of helpful service rendered and in appreciative recognition of the same — which do not swell bank accounts abnormally. Of the social enrichment which has fallen to me my class- mates were duly informed at the time of the wedding, two years ago in June. Touching my movements there is little to chronicle. To the Institute and to Boston I am like an armature — held fast BIOGRAPHICAL. 41 to the two poles of the exciting magnet. For the past ten years I have scarce moved out of New England, except for a second brief trip across the sea. Within New England my movements have, however, been somewhat vibratory, but the direction and amplitude of movements have not been such as to bring me in touch with my classmates, else they would have known more than they do know of my hearty interest in them all. Sincerely yours and '73's, S. H. WOODBEIDGE. WORDEN. Tboy, N. Y., 29 Sept, 1893. Dear Armstrong : — I have delayed my class-letter simply because there is so little of interest to write, and, perhaps, too, because being so different from what I had anticipated, I have disliked the idea of seeing so insignificant and prosaic a sketch in print. If I am correct, my last communication to the class was written when I was a teacher in the Adams Academy, Quincy, Mass. I severed my connection with the academy in 1882, and took up a business venture, which, through lack of experience and early training in that line, was not successful. In the spring of 1883 I moved to Batavia, N. Y., and secured the position of principal of the literary de- partment in the State Institution for the Blind, located at that place. I was there two years, when I was appointed principal of Perry Union School, Perry, Wyoming Co., N. Y. I held that position about three years. About six weeks after resigning my place in Perry I applied for and secured my present position — second assistant principal of Troy High School. This was in the summer of 1888. 42 BIOGRAPHICAL. Since coming here my life has been without event, further than the daily round of duties and ceaseless struggle with the ever present "wolf." My family consists of self and wife and five children, four boys and one girl, the youngest, a boy, being four months old. We lost one child, a boy, shortly after leaving Quincy in 1883. My duties are such, owing to interests outside of school work, that it will be impossible for me to attend the reunion of the class, and the festivities of the centennial. It would give me great joy to meet again the members of '73, and I trust the reunion will be a grand one, though I cannot be present to swell the shout for class and alma mater. Kindly remember me to all, and believe me Ever sincerely yours in the bonds of '73, J. P. WOEDEN. NECROLOGY. Requiescant. GRADUATES. Truman Wilcox Saundeks. — Born at Berlin, N. Y. ; Jan- uary 22, 1847. Died at Milwaukee, "Wisconsin, February 18, 1882. Charles William Calhoun. — Born at Abieh, Syria, February 2, 1850. Died at Shweifat, Syria, June 22, 1883. George Vail Gould. — Born at Troy, N. Y., October 24, 1851. Died at Lansingburgh, N. Y., March 24, 1887. NON-GRADUATES. Peter James Starr. — Born at Burlington, Iowa, Jan- uary 15, 1851. Died at Burlington, Iowa, August 23, 1873. Allen Munroe, Jr. — Died at Fernandina, Florida, 1876. Van Vechten Trotter. — Died at New York, January, 1881. LOCALITY. 'Here am 1." I I I I 4 •*•*•* •* GRADUATES. Hatley K. Armstrong, Secretary, Prof. Edward A. Birge, Robert M. Chamberlain, Edgar M. Clarke, Edward A. Day, A. P. Hitchcock, Charles May, Franklin M. Olds, John M. Olin, Rev. William F. Place, Rev. Henry T. Scholl, Rev. P. M. Snyder, Edward B. Taylor, S. Proctor Thayer, Franklin Townsend, Jr., M. D., Morton S. Wardner, M. D., Charles B. Wheeler, Rev. Henry K. White, David S. Williams, Penn Yan, N. Y. State University, Madison, Wis. 43 Moffat Building, Detroit, Mich. Milton, Ulster Co., N. Y. 765 Broad Street, Newark, N. J. New Lebanon, Columbia Co., N. Y, 32 Nassau Street, New York. 721 Broad Street, Newark, N. J. Madison, Wis. Big Flats, Chemung Co., N. Y. Middletown, Conn. Portsmouth, Va. North Adams, Mass. 2 Park Place, Albany, N. Y. Garwin, Tama Co., Iowa. 117 Erie Co. Savings Bank, Buffalo, N. Y. 1400 Colorado Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. Ocala, Marion Co. , Fla. Theodore Williams, New England Associated Press, 195 Broadway, N. Y. M. C. G. WiTTE, 311 Broadway, New York. Prof. S. H. Woodbridge, Institute of Technology, Boston, Mass. JESSE P. Worden, Troy High School, Troy, N. Y. NON- GRADUATES. JFRED S. ANABLE, Henry I. Armstrong, Arthur T. Bond, Fred W. Crocker, George Emerson, M. D., Joseph W. Gott, James F. Johnson, John C. Keeler, Rev. Henry A. Lewis, Charges M. Preston, Thomas Reid, M. D., Fred J. Seaver, John M. Spann, William B. Wood, M. D., 213 Ontario Street, Toledo, O. 128 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich. 16 Central Street, Boston, Mass. Winfield, Cowley Co., Kansas. Goshen, N. Y. Dobbs Ferry, N. Y. Canton, N. Y. Smithtown, Suffolk Co., N. Y. North Adams, Mass. West Nyack, Rockland Co., N. Y. Malone, N. Y. 83 East Market Street, Indianapolis, Ind. 22 East 41st Street, New York. figg™ It is particularly requested that each member of the class inform the Secretary of any change in his own address. Only in this way can the list be kept complete and correct, and that it should be so is surely for the interest of all.