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Show 25 without '98, to me is like Hamlet without Hamlet. That, together with the change in my work, has made the year a very peculiar one in the midst of familiar surroundings. Although my work is all in the High School I hear much of what is going on in college, as for instance that '99 is busy discussing class day, and that '00 is conducting a lively campaign on the cap and gown question. Long may they wave. At present my work consists of Physics, Astronomy, Physical Geography and Algebra, all of which are quite congenial studies for me. These include about one hundred pupils, some of whom are not burning up very fast with the poetic, consuming thirst for knowledge. Some of them lie awake nights thinking up such questions as "Why can't a man move a glass eye?" "Why isn't the rainbow bowed down instead of up?" "What's the use of niggers being black?" undso weider. On the whole I now like the work quite well, but still what a treat it would be to go to school again after this year off. The nearest approach to such a condition to my mind, is the 1900 reunion, to which we are all looking forward as the next landmark in the class history of "98." Yours sincerely, W. G. MCLAREN. Grinnell, Iowa, Feb. 10, 1899. Dear Friends of 'g8.- The call to write a class letter reminds me of the warning given at the class picnic, that a friend of fifty distinct personalities would prove difficult to interest. I am sure I don't know what to say. My hope is that after our attempt to write we shall all be charitable, and each esteem others' better than his own. |