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en Gates, Muriel Faibanks Steward, Lucille Haertel, Betty Bond, Wilma
Smith Lcland, and Spike Keinertson.

Catherine Clarke has joined the staff of the Ladies Home Journal
in the Chicago oftice.

Bonita La f'avor is doing art work with the Buzza Publishing Com-
pany in Minneapolis.

Margaret Boothroyd has also been in the hospital.
Betty Bond will spend a week in Evanston with Mary Dee Drmninond
early in December. She will attend the Chicago Founder's Day Banquet.
Louise France Quigley's husband. Dr. Harold Scott Quiglcy. Profes-
sor of Political Science in the University of Minnesota, has recently be-
come a member of the staff of Current History Magazine.

ENGAGEMENTS

A t the chapter house a few weeks ago the traditional five pounds
appeared and was opened amid the usual breathless silence. The cards
of Bonita La Favor and Conrad Kech were enclosed. The wedding will
be in June.

The engagement of Katherine C. Bremer to Franklyn Mattson, D.K.E.
has just recently been announced.

MARRIAGES

On October 3rd, Catherine T i f f t became Mrs. William Merrill. The
wedding took place at the home of the bride's parents, Judge and Mrs.
T i f f t , in Glencoe, Minnesota. Margaret Wilson was Catherine's only
attendant. M r . and Mrs. Merrill will be at home in Montevideo, Min-
nesota, after October 1st.

Elizabeth Hayes was married in Boston late in September. Her new
name is Robinson, but we know the initials not.

BIRTHS

Mr. and Mrs. Willard Johnson of Cloquet, Minnesota, have a baby
daughter.

Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin T. McCIure (Frances Graham) are the proud
parents of a son, Benjamin Thompson, Jr., who arrived in this world
on October 14th.

Mr. and Mrs. Harold Quigley (Louise France) have another daughter.

DEATHS

We were indeed sorry to hear that Lila Kline's father died late in
October.

CHI

Favorable Chance, said George Eliot (disapprovingly, of course) is
the god of all who follow their own devices. I f ever undeserving mortal
felt herself cherished by that god, 'twas I when this morning there nested
in my mail box a pleasantly plump Round Robin. I have learned his
songs by heart. . .

From the train which was carrying her to her new position in Au-
sablc Forks, Edith Rauch dashed off a note promising that she would
grow hearty and robust up there in the woods.

It is a puppy, a most adorably wobbly collie pup, we are told, that
is filling Lillian Battenfeld's odd moments just now. I fear for the
basket ball,—to say nothing of the Girl Scouts and those hiking clubs,—
don't you?

Florence Clark is still the super-busy club president, planning study
programs here, charity campaigns there, and social affairs in some other
place. One's head whirls at the list.

A l l who remember how gracefully and calmly Ina Miller used to sit
holding a dish towel after our midnight feasts some years ago will be
a trifle surprised to hear that since her marriage she has become, by her
own confession, "as domestic as a dog." I must say, thought, that neither