Dear Classmates,

1903's Round Robin is with me here in Washington in lovely May time. How I do wish you every one might have the pleasure of a visit to the National Capital in the spring, when it looks the loveliest. Though cherry blossom time is past, the beauty of it is still fresh in my memory, so I will add as my contribution to the picture gallery these blossom pictures, for the benefit of those who do not often have the pleasure of seeing the real blossoms in their glory, and who live where cherry blossom pictures are not as much in evidence as here in Washington.

Round Robin has been with me for a couple of weeks as I have waited for the word to pass it on, now that it has come, I hasten to add my few words, So I can start it again upon its flight.

First, I want to thank you all for the privilege of reading and rereading these fine wholesome letters, and the joy that has been mine at having this little intimate view of so many interesting families with such wide and varied activities.

I feel that I must add my word of tribute to those of our number who during the past year have laid down their work on earth and will not again answer to our roll call. Dear Ruth Haslup, Clara Kellogg and Rinnie Philp, how deeply do we grieve their loss. I am sure we all will read their Round Robin letters with particular interest but a certain element of heart break. We rejoice in their noble lives and we cannot fail to be uplifted and inspired by the sound philosophy of life that breathes through these, their last letters to their classmates.

I do not want to draw out my letter too long so I will tell briefly a little of what I have been doing during the past six years. Home and the family have claimed the major share of my time and effort. The children are growing up by they still need quite a lot of supervision. Lois is in the last year of Junior High School and Phelps is enjoying life as a sophomore at Ohio Wesleyan. My husband and I made him a couple of visits last fall on our way out to California and home again, we attended a football game and other functions and found a keen enjoyment in the contact with the college girls and boys.

Mr. Hand is the Historical Superintendent of the Methodist Episcopal Church here in Washington so all the various philanthropic works of the Methodist Church in the district and they are legion, the Home for the Aged, the Home for Orphan Children, the Sibley Memorial Hospital, the Home and Foreign Missionary Society, the American University Guild and others make a bid for my interest. What I have done for any of these is little and I am sure they will all continue to function just as smoothly and efficiently when I go on to something else. However, it has been very delightful to have a part in helping others do big things, to attend the various dances and teas and receptions that these organizations hold annually and semiannually in their publicity and financial campaigns, to act as a sort of cheerleader and present bouquets, whether verbal or floral, when bouquets are done and in every way to seek to promote the spirit of good will and Christian fellowship. Thus I have acquired a wide acquaintance in Washington and have had a very happy and interesting time in the church life and in attending various other notable functions for which life in Washington is so justly famed.

Of course, when the Goucher Quarterly arrives and Round Robin comes around and I read of the big and real worth while things that others are doing I wish that I too were doing something worthy of acclaim but fear I shall just have to be content if the Recording Angel will write me down as one who loved her fellow creatures and sought to add a little cheer along life's way. Best wishes to you all,

Yours sincerely,
Clara Robinson Hand