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Show 5 When Scarlet and Black comes to my table each week, I glance intently down the Alumni column to see if the good old number 'g8 is there. The paragraphs under this number I read with greatest interest. Hoping that when my copy of our class-letter comes it will contain something from each of you, I remain, Very sincerely, your loyal class-mate, CHAS. D . COLLINS. 904 W. Ninth St., Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 31, 1899. My Dear Old Ninety-Fighters.-• Can it be possible that the wonderful "next year" we used to talk so much about, is half gone and it is time for our first class-letter? I have carried out my plan of "just staying at home" when I haven't been rushing around the country. The very day after my return home in June, I was installed as chief cook and bottle washer, provided with the family purse, a monthly allowance, and full management of the household. I have had a jolly time; learned various valuable lessons never taught at college, and-you may be interested to hear-the family are all alive. Late in October I took a couple of weeks off, spent a delightful week at Ames with Rena Sherman Douglass, stopped over Sunday at Melbourne, to talk over college days with Edith Pence Miller, and could not resist the temptation- to go on to Grinnell. But oh, the desolation of that town, without the fifty. As I wrote the girls, "I felt like one who treads alone, some banquet hall deserted, whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead, and all but he departed." |