My dear Classmates:

I have been holding the Robin until someone indicated a desire for his visit. Sara Leutz Key of Boston writes that she is too busy to have it just now. Also that she has just returned from Baltimore after the death of her father. I noticed so many of the class have lost their parents, or one of them- during the past five years. I too have lost my dear mother. Before that time my affections were divided between my old home and my 'place of work' but now I feel that New York and our apartment there is really home. Unlike most New Yorkers we have a 'spare' room as in good old times, so we really have our family or friends make us a visit without sleeping in the 'parlor'. 'We' - constitutes in this case as unseparable a pair as Lindbergh and his plane. It consists of a friend of many many years' standing from the South-but one who loves New York. She makes the home and ever cheers me up after a day's efforts in school with over a hundred of some body else's children. Yes, you mothers are sending children to college- and we the teachers send them, too. It is interesting work. I admit it.

During the past five years I have had two rather different trips one- driving though rural England. Those English are such delightful people - especially out in the country.

Then a trip to Mexico was illuminating and intensely interesting. One thrills over the coloring, one really enthuses over archaeology and one sympathizes - oh, so deeply- with the struggles of the people. Poor Mexico - so colorful, so rich and yet with a population so pitifully degraded and despairingly poor!

This coming summer 'we' are planning a trip to South America. It will be interesting to trace the development down there in contrast to their sister Hispanic republic of Mexico.

I have enjoyed so much reading the stories of my classmates. I never knew any very intimately in college days. I was so immature then, but I feel that I should like to know each and every one now, as we all have grown and developed through the wider experiences of the twenty five years gone.

Very sincerely,