Dear Girls - If only all of you might have been in Baltimore in June for our 25th!!! But nineteen was a goodly number when we realize it was not our official reuning year. Of course the proposed class letter has already reached you, to tell of the event, but it couldn't stress the thrill of any like myself who had not been there during all these yours, while our youthful College has been growing up. To see nearly three times the number of students - all the hedges high enough to be real screens for outdoor events. The modernizing of our old parlors, but not of the plumbing - *** we had our eyes open. And another thrill- to have Dr. Welch, Dr. Thomas, Miss Bacon and the Froelichers call you by your old name- of course you expected Carrie Probst, Frances Conner and Dr. Shef. The thrill of Dr. Shef's surprise- our old class prophecy appearing on the screen, and seeing ourselves as others expected to see us! - how few tallying up, except in characteristics! It was all so happy going out to the new campus, seeing Baltimore's extensive building up of all our old haunts- out Charles St., Ave., Road, Extension! I'm certainly not going to miss our next chronological reunion in 1930- Come on girls and get some more thrills - may be it will be the acquisition or lack of those silver threads next time.

Unfortunately, I am not to be one of the Goucher mothers, as our daughter has had to give up even boarding school for the present. Our eldest - Edgar Jr. - is a Junior in Amherst; along with Alice and Millie's boys - and we have great pride in his record, so far. Even Bruce our youngest, tops me by a couple of inches and is nowhere near the top of his ambition in that line yet. But I'm not a step behind in all they are doing and (I hope) thinking.

My YWCA work grows deeper each year, as a third of the county has now been placed under our care, which means some seven villages outside our own. Last year's problem was the creation of an entirely new campsite, to get away from the hoodoo of the past.

Our summers mean a busy time - May to November being a constant maturing of fruit and vegetable crops in this agricultural section. But I can always leave by the middle of August for a month or more in our little Swiss shack in the northern part of New Hampshire, and there keep clear of this dread Hay Fever, the increasing bane of this country. From our porch we look across at miles of valley and right up at the peaks of Mts. Madison and Adams - the beauty of it all takes your breath. It has been a wonderful experience for the children in the appreciation of higher things- physically and mentally. Our neighbors are all New England College people - directly across lives Pres. Pease of Amherst and his jolly, witty Boston wife - next door a Baltimore surgeon, while all around are teachers and artists and musicians, etc. Everybody climbs the trails, every fair day, and you never know what celebrity that may have been with when you shared a sandwich; or passed in incongruous clothes painting madly before a storm.

Anyway, if you motor through the White Mountains, you are apt to pass our door; so ask at the Post- Office in Randolph, NH and be sure to stop if it is late in August or September. If not - then stop here.

If you just could hear Florence Carmine tell of her globe-trotting, I'm sure you'd be as keen as she to be on the go.

With much love and sympathy to each one who has sorrow, too, during these years- and hope it see you in June 1930 -