My recollections as an editor of the CRIMSON bring back an association with an unusual group of classmates who made outstanding records. I am today the only survivor, and I think the oldest living editor.

James Albert Frye was appointed Adjutant General of the United States Militia by Governor Guild, and retired in 1907 with the rank of Major General. He is referred to in our 50th class report as the wit of our CRIMSON Board, delighting particularly at festive meetings, and raising a favorite question from month to month with the remark "Well, how about another annual dinner." I can remember his song, "The Same Old Game," the words I think original with him.

On a dark and stormy night

When we've drawn the curtain tight

And the fire gives out a jolly roaring flame,

To grind we are unable,

So we clear the old green table

While we carry on the Same Old Game.

Chorus (after each verse)

The Same Old Game, the Same Old Game,

All others in comparison are tame.

Talk of euchre or of whist,

Play casino if you list,

But we'll carry on the Same Old Game.

With what a smiling face