A Daily Diary of the Great War — September 18, 1917

By John Hale Chipman, Class of 1919

“September 18, Tuesday, Fair.

Albert B. Street, class of 1918

Albert B. Street, class of 1918

Woke at 7:30 and hung around giving the car its last touching up so she is in 1st class order now. After dinner, I wrote some more till 3, then we left for our first real night trip. We had 21 camions carrying lumber for new artillery bases. This night we were about 1/2 mile from the trenches and the star shells breaking over them made everything daylight for about 45 or 60 seconds. However, the night was extremely calm and altho’ we expected to see a lot, all we enjoyed was waiting for an almost endless chain of autos and carts to empty their priceless war materials till we could discharge our load. We got back at 2:30 A. M. but I slept most of the way home even if the bumps did make me crack my head. Well anyway, we got home with very few “pannes” or accidents, or engine trouble. I rode with Ab Street on #9 last night and he being an almost expert mechanic, is what we call “ser file”, or file closer. We go 9 cars to a ram, and as we closed the file for the first ram we have to stop and help repair any of the 8 cars in front of us that fall out of the convoy for any trouble whatsoever.

Well, when I got home, I found a letter from Wilda and your package, so we had a feed of chocolates and cigarettes. Then, I crawled into bed at 3 A. M. with the first pajamas I’d had on since the hospital and at that they weren’t mine. I received everything O. K. in the pakcage [sic] and it hadn’t even been opened or touched. Believe me, it was better than a Christmas present.

Well, folks, you can’t imagine how I appreciate your kindness in sending the package and it sure was welcome. Please give everyone a hug and kiss for me, Mother, for my only reward at present in appreciation of all your love.”

September 18, 1917

September 18, 1917

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A Daily Diary of the Great War — September 17, 1917

By John Hale Chipman, Class of 1919

“September 17, 1917. Monday, Fair.

Chipman repairing one of the supply trucks.

Chipman repairing one of the supply trucks.

Today is Wilda’s [one of Chipman's sisters] birthday, I believe, and how I wish I could send her a letter and a present, but the present she can get when I get home.

No orders today but I went down to the atelier’s [machine shop] this morning and had the magneto fixed which we are not allowed to touch. I spent all morning there and got the boat (#8) in perfect order and after dinner I worked on it some more so she ought to run in anything now. After supper I tried to get up on my correspondence but without much success as at 9 P. M. I had to guard till 12. Ab Street [Dartmouth class of 1918] came down and talked with me till 10:30 and at 11 I had to take some orders down to the captain and incidentally I had a talk with him. I came back at 11:45 with orders for the chef to go out tomorrow, and at 12 I woke Baldrich who took 12 to 3. Then I turned in. Somehow I was extremely happy tonight,–peaceful anyway. The war seemed not to exist.”

September 17, 1917

September 17, 1917

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A War to End All Wars: "Necessary, Just & Righteous"

Kirkland at Bowdoin
Edward C. Kirkland, Class of 1916, was an intellectual through and though. At Dartmouth, he was in the first honor group and a member of Phi Beta Kappa.[1] After graduating in the spring of 1916, Kirkland enrolled in a PhD program in economic history at Harvard. When America declared war, despite opposing military solutions to the conflict, Kirkland shelved his PhD studies and volunteered for the Harvard Ambulance Corps on June 2, 1917. Now that Americans were involved, Kirkland felt a duty to act and believed that volunteering quickly would relieve his conscience from “fretting, worrying, and doubting.”[2] Kirkland’s parents had difficulty accepting his decision to volunteer, but Kirkland was thereby able to select the Ambulance Corps. One soldier pithily summarized the advantages of volunteering, “You can pick any branch you want now, later they pick you.”[3] Still, only 28% of Americans who fought in World War I volunteered, while 72% waited for their service to be conscripted.

After volunteering, Kirkland was sent to a training camp in Allentown, Pennsylvania. Kirkland left Boston amidst a crowd of crying mothers and waving American flags but considered the talk of heroics unjustified. To Kirkland, his role in the war was practical, but not valiant. At camp he reported that after being paraded around town he felt like “such a superficial hero.”[4] Otherwise he adjusted well to military camp life. He joked to his mother in a letter, “I thank my bringing up for many things, but just now for the ability to eat everything.”[5] During the Harvard section’s week on kitchen service, Kirkland and a friend were placed on butter duty. In his letters Kirkland hilariously recounted the challenges of mixing 300 pounds of oleo margarine with yellow coloring every day for a week.[6] After spending more than two months training, Kirkland arrived in France on August 21, 1917.

Like George Dock, Class of 1916, Kirkland was first stationed at Bar-Le-Duc. In October, he moved to La Grange aux Bois in the Argonne. During the war, he was also stationed in Haudainville, near the Verdun front, and in the Chateau-Thierry Sector during the allied offensive of August 1918. Kirkland seemed content with his noncombat role. He downplayed the risks of his position by joking that helmets were very handy for preventing bumping one’s head and regretted that gas masks were not necessary in his region because they gave one “a snappy appearance.”[7] In November 1917 all of Kirkland’s ambulance work was ferrying the wounded to hospitals behind the line, so he could easily pen these jokes to comfort his anxious family.

Kirkland's Alumni War Record
During the winter of 1917-1918, though, he was stationed close to Verdun’s front line, and he admitted to feeling more vulnerable. He was disturbed by the cries of the wounded in his ambulance, but comforted himself with the thought that “if the [wounded] are making a racket they are probably not intending to die on you.”[8] On one mission Kirkland was hit by a gas bombardment while driving up a very steep hill near the front. He could not stop because of the grade of the hill, but his gas mask was stuck between the seats out of reach. His nose smarted as he drove, and he started to cough, but the gas cleared by the time they reached the top. He received a Croix de Guerre for his bravery. Kirkland acknowledged that the “Croix de Guerre may be as common as Phi Beta Kappa keys in Cambridge, but still I am happy.”[9] Within his ambulance unit, Kirkland found a group of like minded men. His compatriots nicknamed the group “the intellectuals.”[10] In their unit the group established a renting library and offered books for 50 cents a week. The proceeds went towards the purchase of new volumes. Kirkland and two others also wrote a newspaper for their unit called, Every Little Detail.

Kirkland comforted himself throughout the war with these intellectual pursuits, but at the end of the war, the joy of the Armistice was coupled with the distressing news of the death of his good Dartmouth friend, Harold Bridgman Stedman, Class of 1916, who contracted influenza and died in a training camp at Fort Slocum, New York. Reminded so recently of the human costs of war, Kirkland greeted the news of the Armistice with an increased determination that the peace should be a righteous one that would “purge our minds of prejudices and hate.” Though most of the allied countries held the Germans in contempt and called them “Brute, Barbarians, and Huns,” Kirkland believed that their sins were sins of the mind that could be remedied through education, not sins of the heart.[11]

Kirkland, who at the beginning of the war disapproved of the conflict and saw it as the result of irresponsible militarist governments, admitted, “I have changed my view, you see, since I entered the army. The war was necessary and just and righteous in order to overthrow a pernicious philosophy, the philosophy of brute force.” Kirkland believed that the war could usher in a new era of peace, or at least a time where war would be less common. He was concerned, though, that “America was as unprepared for peace as she had been for war” and that if a spirit of vindictiveness prevailed at peace talks, the great suffering on both sides would have been for nothing. As an ambulance driver Kirkland knew intimately the human suffering caused by war, and was “not anxious for another war.”[12] He considered the ideologies at stake and ultimately agreed with Wilson that fighting “a war to end all wars” was justifiable. Kirkland, however, lived to see WWII. After completing his PhD course at Harvard, he taught history for many years at Bowdoin College.

Written by Ellen Nye '14.

This Series: During World War I, 3,407 Dartmouth men were uprooted from campus, graduate school, or their early careers to serve in a modern war unlike any previous American military engagement.[13] Four of them, Harold Pinkham ’15, George Dock ’16, Edward Kirkland ’16, and Wainwright Merrill ’19, left records of their war experience in the Rauner Special Collections Library. All four matched the demographics of the College at the time and were united by their experiences at progressive prewar Dartmouth, but despite their somewhat similar backgrounds, their personalities were quite different. Their stories speak to the diverse beliefs, experiences, and sources of comfort of Dartmouth men involved in World War I.

Edward C. Kirkland ’16
Bellows Falls, Vermont
Private First Class, Section Sanitaire Americaine No. 510

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1Joseph M. Larimer, “Voice of the People.” The Dartmouth: November 9, 1915.
2Kirkland, Edward C. Letter to his parents, June 3, 1918. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library, 1919.
3Keene, 15.
4Kirkland, Edward C. Letter to his parents, July 1, 1917. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library.
5Kirkland, Edward C. Letter to his parents, June 24, 1917. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library, 1919.
6Kirkland, Edward C. Letter to his parents, July 1, 1917. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library, 1919.
7Ibid.
8Kirkland, Edward C. Letter to his parents, February 1, 1918. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library, 1919.
9Kirkland, Edward C. Letter to his parents, January 11, 1918. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library, 1919.
10Kirkland, Edward C. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library, 1919, “Dear Ma and Pa,” February 17, 1918.
11Kirkland, Edward C. Letter to his parents, November 13, 1918. The Letters of an Ambulance Driver. Rauner Special Collections Library, 1919.
12Ibid.
13Charles Wood, The Hill Winds Know Their Name: A Guide to Dartmouth’s War Memorials. Hanover N.H.: Dartmouth College Office of Public Affairs, 2001, 6.  

A Daily Diary of the Great War — September 16, 1917

By John Hale Chipman, Class of 1919

“September 16, 1917, Sunday, Fair.

Soldiers load lumber for field artillery positions into a supply truck.

Soldiers load lumber for field artillery positions into a supply truck.

Fourteen camions [supply trucks] were called at 4:15 so at 5 we pulled out to load at B. for a 12 1/2 hour trip. We carried ammunition and lumber and left it at a new park. It is evident we are advancing for from time to time we are pulling forward.

Today we saw some real sights. At one place where we stopped we saw a big sign painted in white over the front of a big factory with now only a wall standing, bearing the words “Gott strafe England 1914-15.” This shows how bitter the Germans are.

At a point near here, we were sitting down under a tree eating our supper when we heard a terrible bang at the north of us, followed [by] a whistle of a big shell right over our head and about 5 seconds after we heard it land and explode throwing up a cloud of black smoke. Later we heard this was the first of several shells which were “set upon” Soissons. The city is terribly ruined now so I don’t see why they want to do any more smashing of splinters.

We were on the road just 12 1/2 hours today so when we got home, I was some tired, believe me.”

September 16, 1917 (1 of 2)

September 16, 1917
(1 of 2)

September 16, 1917 (2 of 2)

September 16, 1917
(2 of 2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Welcome Back to Another Year!

Beaver Pond, White Mountains, New Hampshire

Welcome back! The past couple of weeks were abuzz with excitement as we welcomed the Class of 2018, new graduate students, and new faculty to campus. Kresge is as quiet as ever (great for studying!) so come on over to the third floor of Fairchild.

Our Fall hours (also posted on the entrances) are as follows:

  • Monday – Thursday 8am – 1am
  • Friday 8am – 8pm
  • Saturday 11am – 10pm
  • Sunday 11am – 1am

If you are looking for course reserves or need to borrow a laptop charger, please inquire at the front desk. We even carry molecular model kits, protractors, calculators, and headphones!


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Kress Conservation Fellow Tessa Gadomski arrives!


In August we announced that we were recipients of a Kress Conservation Fellow grant from the Foundation of the American Institute for Conservation, funded by the Samuel H. Kress Foundation. grant.


On September 8th, Tessa Gadomski, started her Fellowship. Tessa, recently graduated with a Master of Science in Art Conservation from the Winterthur/University of Delaware Program in Art Conservation, with a major in Library and Archives Materials. Along with this degree, she has also completed a Certificate of Advanced Study in Preservation from Simmons College, Graduate School of Library and Information Science. Her undergraduate degree is from the University of Delaware receiving Honors with a Bachelor of Arts in Art Conservation, her second major was Art History with a minor in Chemistry.

Tessa has worked are the Library of Congress, the Smithsonian Institution Archives, the Weissman Preservation Center of Harvard and Heugh-Edmondson Conservation Services in Kansas City Missouri which specializes in restoration of works of art on paper and photographs.
One of her intern appointments was at University of Delaware, working on Russian Icons. She created a reproduction of a Russian icon using traditional materials and techniques, and then participated in conserving a Russian icon from the University of Delaware Museum’s Collection.

While here at Dartmouth Tessa’s focus will be to address and perform conservation needs of Rauner’s Iconography collection. This collection within Special Collections has over 1,300 cataloged items that include printed images, glass slides, original art on paper and other media, photographs, albums and digital files. A particularly significant subcategory of the collection is focused on the history of Polar exploration.

Tessa is well prepared for such a project with her broad background and wide experience, not only will we be able to advance the work needed on this collection but we will be able to learn from Tessa and glean new techniques and ideas she can share from her conservation experience.

Tessa is original from Albany, New York, so she is very happy to be back in the northeast closer to her family.  Welcome Tessa!

Written by Deborah Howe

A Daily Diary of the Great War

By John Hale Chipman, Class of 1919

Chipman 1919. Ammunition truck driver with American Field Service--French Army on "Chemin Des Dames," June 1917.

Chipman 1919. Ammunition truck driver with American Field Service–French Army on “Chemin Des Dames,” June 1917.

John Hale Chipman was a Dartmouth alumnus who interrupted his education to serve during the Great War, like so many others of his era. A member of the class of 1919, Chipman enlisted in Hanover in the spring of 1917. By early June, he was in France and driving a munitions supply truck for French artillery, despite initially signing up as an ambulance driver. Over the course of the next two years, Chipman would serve in France, Italy, and Belgium before receiving his discharge papers on March 21, 1919, at Versailles. The entries that follow represent Chipman’s faithful daily communications about his experience in the war from September 16 until November 17 of 1917. We will post one entry per day from Chipman’s letters, along with a photograph from his album, and march through his experiences with him, nearly a hundred years after he first recorded them. The first entry below, although not chronologically in synch, outlines Chipman’s scheme for recording his experiences, and also sets the stage for when we take back up with him nearly three months later, on September 16th, 1917.

June 17, 1917
From June 2, –June 18, 1917

“Dearest Folks:-
You are undoubtedly wondering what has become of me and where I am, and also what I am doing. Well, I’ll tell you in diary form. Each day I will write my diary and mail it to you probably twice a week. And, I would write you individually if I could but I am going from 6:00 A. M. till 10:00 P. M. daily.

I left new York June 2nd after Breck saw me off and I started talking French right away. Our boat was an old tub but accommodated some 200 boys. But the particulars of the boat you will receive shortly as I mailed you two letters from Bordeaux, June 12th.

We embarked from the boat and marched up the main street of Bordeaux and arrived a la gare (at the railway station) where we were given instructions. We broke ranks at 2:30 and were told to report at 7, so we walked around the town sight-seeing, and we were almost blinded by the queer sights. We first noticed the monotonous grey color of the square four-storied buildings. Most of the buildings had iron-grilled balconies and figures designed and cut in the top corner stones of each building. We saw very few men and they were in uniform, but three women out of four were dressed in black signifying that they had lost a husband, father, brother or son in the cause of France. And so with many wounded,–if you offer words of pity, you receive an earnest reply of,–”C’est la guerre,” or “Pour la Patrie”. All the people I talked with were very interesting, wanting to know all about America, when our armies were coming, etc.–and they were very emphatic in making known that they were heart and soul for America. “Vive l’Amerique!”, their greeting and parting word.”

June 17, 1918

June 17, 1918

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Oh, that I had a Steam Launch

It's our 500th posting on this blog, and yesterday was our fifth anniversary. What to blog for such an auspicious occasion? The traditional fifth anniversary gift is made of wood--we did that once, no wait twice, and so many of our books have wood in them that would be too easy. The most glamorous "500" item we can think of is the publisher's mock up for Dr. Seuss's second book, the 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins.  But, really, we blog Seuss all the time. There is always the line in Richard Hovey's "Eleazer Wheelock" satirically referring to five hundred gallons of New England rum, but we're not sure we want to celebrate that way.... Luckily, current events have stepped in, and we always try to be timely.

Earlier this week the Canadian government discovered one of the lost ships belonging to the John Franklin expedition. The most recent search has been going since 2008, but it was the intensive search for Franklin spearheaded by his wife, Lady Jane Franklin, that captured the world's attention in the 1850s and successfully mapped vast regions of the Arctic. The story does not have a happy ending. In 1854 John Rae discovered relics from Franklin's expedition and interviewed Inuit witnesses that established the death of the crew.

You would think that Rae would have been seen as a hero for his efforts, but he also discovered evidence of cannibalism that cast a shadow on the men the world had made lost heroes. Even after Rae's discovery, Lady Franklin continued her efforts to not only find possible survivors but exonerate them of any behavior not fitting a British Naval officer. In this letter, she conveys the frustration of one of the searchers, who felt that large sailing ships were at a disadvantage in polar seas, stating, "Oh that I had a steam launch, or a small vessel of 100 tons but chiefly a steam vessel!"

Our extensive Stefansson Collection on Polar Exploration has dozens of items related to the Franklin Expedition and the ensuing search.

You can see some of Lady Franklin's letters by asking for Stef Ms-180. And to read a sensational pamphlet on Rae's find, ask for The Dreadful Fate of Sir J. Franklin and the Brave Crews in the Arctic Expeditions (London, Saunders, Brothers, 185-) at Stef G660.D72.

A War to End All Wars: "Dying for a Cause"

Wainwright Merrill's, Class of 1919, war correspondence oozes with good-humor, idealism, and enthusiasm. He spent only one year studying English literature at Dartmouth (1915-1916), but even as a 17-year-old Dartmouth freshman, he believed in preparing the United States for war. He was an active member of the first controversial military drill battalion at Dartmouth that began training in February of 1916.[1] The group practiced marching in formation on the green, learned about artillery, and simulated the war experience by digging trenches near the football field. In addition to his training at Dartmouth he attended camp at Plattsburg, New York, a well-known volunteer pre-enlistment military training program organized by private citizens.[2] In the fall of 1916, Merrill transferred to Harvard, perhaps to be closer to his family in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Despite his premature departure, Merrill remembered Dartmouth fondly and believed that he could recognize a Dartmouth man anywhere, because the school “does put a sort of brand upon a man.”[3]

Merrill’s love of English literature extended to all people and things English. He occasionally referred to the English as “his countrymen” and admitted, “I like England very, very much. I could easily love it as a home, and it is surely greatly worth fighting for.” After the British had endured two years of combat, Merrill decided that he could no longer continue drilling and waiting. He left his home at Cambridge in November of 1916 to volunteer as a gunner in the Canadian Field Artillery. Only eighteen, he was considered a minor by the Canadian military, and his father did not consent to his involvement, so Merrill assumed the false name Arthur A. Stanley.[4] In a letter home to his father, Merrill explained that he “could not, in honour, stay out if America should take no action.”[5] So, Merrill’s great love of all things English propelled him into war and he soon found himself on his way to England.
Students on Parade, Dartmouth College
From November 1916 to October 1917 at a training camp in England, Merrill was instructed specifically on operating the 8-inch Howitzers, massive guns fired from far behind the front lines. During his adjustment to military life in England, he decided that saying “Cheerio” was the best cure for war gloom.[6] When on leave, he explored the English countryside and overstayed his leave of absence several times. Finally he was placed in “the clink,” a solitary cell, as punishment for absence without leave. Merrill was unperturbed though, and simply brought his large collection of reading material with him: Shakespeare, Tennyson, Canterbury Tales, Vergil’s Aeneid I-VI, Wilhelm Tell, The Golden Treasury, Pickwick, poems by Rudyard Kipling, French, German, and English Dictionaries, the Daily Telegraph, Horace, The Iliad, and Don Quixote. He also penned a short poem titled “Ye Ballad of ye Clink” while confined.

One of Merrill’s only frustrations was that he was just a private. Merrill does not explain why his college education and previous training experience did not earn him a commission as an officer, but it may have been a consequence of using an assumed name. On October 18, 1917, Merrill was posted to Boulogne-sur-Mer, France, and was then stationed near Ypres in Flanders, Belgium. There he operated guns at the front, firing at unseen targets and relying on aviator’s reports to determine if the shots met their mark. During combat, he kept his optimism joking, “the Front is not so black as it is painted—though it is quite as brown with khaki and no end of Flanders mud.”[7]

Merrill’s cheerful determination ended on November 6, 1917, when a German artillery shell exploded in his barracks, killing him. Merrill was only nineteen and had been in Belgium less than a month. Ten days before his death when he was assigned to the front, Merrill wrote to his friend from Harvard, Edward Hubbard, and contemplated the possibility of his death:
It's mighty hard, Ed leaving everything back there, perhaps for good and all. So if it should be that, friend, I'll say good-bye—but God! how can one—a couple of simple words and it’s over, and you go up to the Line, and try to laugh, or smile at least, and swallow it down. But it's part of the game, of course, and it is a noble end which we seek out of the ruck and jetsam of death and broken men and lasting sorrow.[8]
Merrill died when he had just begun to experience the realities of war. He never wrote regretfully about his decision to join the military, and as this passage shows, he considered dying in the war “a noble end.” Wainwright Merrill was one of the many young, good-humored, and idealistic men whose lives were ended prematurely by the war.

Written by Ellen Nye '14.

This Series: During World War I, 3,407 Dartmouth men were uprooted from campus, graduate school, or their early careers to serve in a modern war unlike any previous American military engagement.[9] Four of them, Harold Pinkham ’15, George Dock ’16, Edward Kirkland ’16, and Wainwright Merrill ’19, left records of their war experience in the Rauner Special Collections Library. All four matched the demographics of the College at the time and were united by their experiences at progressive prewar Dartmouth, but despite their somewhat similar backgrounds, their personalities were quite different. Their stories speak to the diverse beliefs, experiences, and sources of comfort of Dartmouth men involved in World War I.

Wainwright Merrill ’19 
Cambridge, Massachusetts 
Private, Canadian Field Artillery 

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1“Military Advocates to Organize Monday Night: Elementary Drill will be begun under direction of Army Officer.” The Dartmouth: January 13, 1916, “Over 500 Men Attend Preparedness Meeting.” The Dartmouth: January 22, 1916, and “Battalion Drill Begins.” The Dartmouth: February 5, 1916
2Wainwright Merrill and Charles Miner Stearns. A College Man in Khaki, Letters of an American in the British Artillery. New York: George H. Doran Co, 1918, vii.
3Merilll, Letter to Charles Miner Stearns, his English professor at Dartmouth, November 5, 1917.
4Merrill, vii.
5Merilll, Letter to his father, June 29, 1917.
6Merrill, Letter to Mrs. Clark, August 18, 1917.
7Merrill, Letter to his father, November 2, 1917.
8Merrill, To Edward Hubbard, October 28, 1917.
9Charles Wood, The Hill Winds Know Their Name: A Guide to Dartmouth’s War Memorials. Hanover N.H.: Dartmouth College Office of Public Affairs, 2001, 6. 

"Not expected they will be useful for either study or reference"

In 1871, General Sylvanus Thayer gave a large gift of books from his personal library to Dartmouth to support the work of the Thayer School for Civil Engineering. The list is an impressive one, with major works in architecture, mathematics, and engineering.  But what caught our attention was a note he had added to the catalog of the gift regarding the volumes on military history. "Note: These works are given, as part of the library, more for safe-keeping and careful preservation than for use. It is not expected they will be useful either for study or reference."

Thayer expands on his reasons for giving the books in his cover letter accompanying the gift. After reiterating that they books have no connection to the research or curriculum of Dartmouth, he goes on to say, "There may come a crisis in our national affairs where the value of such a military library cannot be too highly estimated."

It is hard to imagine accepting a gift under these circumstances today, though we have respected Thayer's request that we maintain the collection. As far as we know, the books were never needed for a national crisis.

To see the catalog and Thayer's cover letter, ask for the Thayer School Record, DA-4, Box 2231.