in Keene where we found stretches in continuous use for years that are as good as new. One of these is a cement walk on the west side of Main street which has been down seventeen years with constant use and without any repair whatever, showing no sign of wear. Another, a pavement in Dipthong Alley has been subjected to vehicular traffic over seven years without any outlay for maintenance and showing no signs of wear; which indicates the exceptional value of plain concrete slab pavements. On many of our macadam streets we have cross walks built of plain concrete slabs and some of these were taken up last year after seven or eight years service in order to relay reinforced concrete paving. Many of these old slabs we propose to use again for street crossings. Last year the Standard Oil Company laid an excellent stretch of reinforced

concrete slab pavement in the yard of their distributing plant to support their heavy trucks.

The first cost of any type of pavement is not a fair measure of the value of that type. The value of any type depends upon the term of service it can render without costly maintenance.

A type of construction, the initial cost of which may be ten or twenty per cent more than another type is much more economical investment if it eliminates or materially reduces the maintenance charges and gives a much lengthened period of service. In my opinion this type of concrete-granite highway will positively arrest maintenance and its use on main highways will surely release funds now used for maintenance so that we can build more and better roads that are capable of meeting future requirements.

(Part of an after-dinner address at the annual reunion and banquet of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Boston and vicinity.)

Eighteen miles south of Hanover, upon the banks of the Connecticut, is a country town which was christened Cornish. It never had a population of over 1,800 people, and at the present, time has only one-half that number. That town sent to Dartmouth three boys upon whom the college conferred degrees. These men entered different fields of service, and each achieved, in his chosen field, the highest distinction ever achieved by any American.

The first was Philander Chase, who graduated from Dartmouth in 1796. He did more for the promotion of established religion than any other American that the country has produced. He emigrated to Ohio, where he planted the Protestant Episcopal Church, and he extended it over into Pennsylvania, to Illinois and into the Middle West. He became its great bishop. He was equally as well known in church circles in England as in America. In England he is referred to as the great American bishop. He not only promoted the establishment of the church but he was the founder of Kenyon College in Ohio, and the founder of Jubilee College in Illinois. Some years since I asked the late Senator Knox of Pennsylvania how it happened that he was christened Philander Chase Knox. "Why," he said, "at the time of my birth the greatest blessing that a mother of Pennsylvania could confer upon her son was to christen him after the great American bishop."

The second of this group of three is Nathan Smith, who founded the medical school at Dartmouth, the medical school at Yale, at Bowdoin and at the University of Vermont,

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and in the course of his life he taught every branch in the curriculum of those four schools, and was one of the leading lecturers before the Harvard medical school. Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, in referring to Dr. Smith as an instructor medicine, says that he did not occupy a chair, he occupied a settee. The history of Nathan Smith's life reads like a romance. At 28 years of age he was following the plow, and became interested in medicine through talking with a country physician who was ministering to one of the members of his family. He borrowed from this doctor some medical books and became so interested in the study of science that he went before the trustees of Dartmouth and suggested that he would like to establish a medical school in connection with the college. At that time he had never received any medical degree, nor was he licensed to practice, but he so impressed the trustees that they loaned him the money to go abroad for the purpose of studying medicine and surgery. Later he returned and founded the Dartmouth medical school in a room in the northeast corner of old Dartmouth Hall. That room was not a large one, yet it was the lecture room, the laboratory and dissecting room of the new medical school. Later on the college conferred upon him the degree of doctor of medicine, and Nathan Smith is recognized today by the medical profession as having done more for the promotion of medical education than any other American.

The third of this group is Salmon P. Chase, nephew of Bishop Chase, who received his degree from Dartmouth in 1826. He is recognized as the greatest financier this country has produced. After his graduation he went to Ohio, where he achieved

distinction, in the legal profession, entered public life, was governor of his adopted state, a a United States senator, and later chief justice of the United States supreme court. But his great fame will always rest upon the service which he rendered as secretary of the treasury under President Lincoln. When he accepted that portfolio he had no special knowledge of finance or banking. To him it was a new field. The treasury was without money, and its credit was at its lowest ebb. Obligations of the United States had been protested in New York. The great war was on. Millions of men were to be clothed, fed and equipped, and the duty was imposed upon Chase to formulate a plan by which this tremendous expense could be financed. The lowest rate at which money

could be borrowed by the United States was 12 per cent. Chase worked out a theory of finance through a system of legal tender notes, shaped the legislation necessary, and insisted upon and secured favorable action from Congress. He also formulated the method of taxation, and the North was able to secure billions of money, which maintained the army in the field and preserved the Union of the states. And, what is more, while the war was in progress the credit of the country improved from year to year,. and in 1864 the 7 per cent bonds of the United States were selling at a premium. There is nothing comparable with his record as a financier in this country or in any other country on the face of the globe.

The Great Stone Face looked down beneignly at the Girl. The Girl stared rebelliously up at the majestic countenance. "Why? Great Spirit, why?" she cried angrily to the mountain. "How can anyone be so insane? Oh, I can't stand it that they should betray you so. Think of it,

right here, Great Spirit, right here on this hill where I am they're going to build a store. A store having anything to do with you!" Her voice shook with intensity, "I-I'd almost rather you fell down than be glanced at and commented on every year by those insane summer people."

"Lucy--Lucy," came a faint hail far down the road. The Girl arose slowly and watched a shadow chase across the clear lake at her feet. Then in a changed mood she turned her eyes to the quiet Face above. "Good-bye, dear Great Spirit," she said. "I can't bear to leave you. I know I shall be achingly lonesome without you or any mountains at all. But I couldn't bear to stay either, with those awful summer people here."

The Girl whistled to her horse grazing near her. She rode swiftly down the road to a little cabin half hidden by yellow birches and mountain ash trees. "Yes, mother, here I am," she called, "I was just taking a little ride up the road. I'll finish packing my things now."

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Late into the night the mother and daughter worked on the last details which always precede a departure. Lucy was to leave her mountain home for a city school. It was indeed a great event, for she had known little else than the rugged mountains where houses were far apart and the great cliffs were constant companions.

As Lucy mounted her horse to ride beside the big wagon which carried her trunk, two men passed with sur

The day had been a busy one at the Profile House, and still busier at the little Profile Store. Crowds of sightseers had stopped there to gaze at the rugged Face and watch the cloud shadows darken the mountain. The tray of spruce-twig alpenstocks was almost empty and there was left but one birch bark album, soiled by the perspiring fingers of the eager tourists. The girl at the counter was very tired but she bestowed her usual smile on all newcomers and patiently sold pictures of hardy mountainclimbers dangling their feet over the forehead of the Profile. Now and then she glanced at the Face itself, her eyes lingering lovingly on the strong features.

Up the hill came a woman seeming at first only another tourist but her buoyant and accustomed step proclaimed her to be of mountain birth. The Girl had come back. "I won't look up yet," she thought, "I'll put it off as long as I can. Goodness aren't there a lot of people!"

"Isn't it pretty," effervesced a silkclad lady at her side. The Girl sighed for she had by this time reached the porch of the little store and the Stone Face was before her.

"Oh!" she gave an audible gasp. She had thought it would be changed, different, alien to her now; but there was the Face majestic and calm as always. She gazed long, and caught what the Great Face had been waiting twenty years to tell her if only she had not been too angry to listenThat the people could not spoil that majestic calm, and it might be that