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(icorgo C'ostcllo, t'onnerly of our bookkeeping stufT, has ('inharkcti 

 on a career as trapdrumnier, and will play the Keith circuit this winter. 

 His place in the bookkeepers' office has been taken by John F'. Clark, 

 Jr., the son of our sw'itchboard operator. He is welcome both for his 

 own sake and for that of his father. 



Joseph McClarty, of our Administration Department, has left the 

 Museum to become a member of the New ^'()rk Fire Dei)artment. 



All our old Museum emi)loyees will remember Howarth Boyle, 

 formerly of the Department of Ornithology', and will be interested in 

 reading the following extract from a letter recently received at the Mu- 

 seum. Mr. Boj'le is at Gorham, New Hampshire, with E. B. Estes & 

 Sons, the box-makers. 



"From the day I arrived and for many days to come I have been 

 and will be as busy as a w'hole hive of bees. Except for the South 

 American trip, I had never put to test my al)ilitv to w^ork hard, long and 

 often. The hours here are from seven in the morning until five at night, 

 with Saturday afternoon off. I never leave the mill l:)efore 5:30, while 

 I work Saturday afternoon more often than I play. 



"What do I do? Everything. At present I am stores keeper, 

 shipping clerk, time-keeper and foreman of two departments. I have 

 hauled cement, vats, lumber and iron by the car-load. I ran a fleet of 

 ten trucks for a month. Put in a peach of a card system. I buy sup- 

 plies, sweep out the office, etc. 



"The mill is just large enough (and growing) to demand adminis- 

 tration, and just small enough to prevent one man from being in charge 

 of a single department. Therefore the multitude of duties. 



"Gorham is not so much of a town, but we are connected by trolley 

 with the city (?) of Berlin, just five miles south. The hills and mountains 

 about are magnificent. The Presidential Range is near-by, while Mount 

 Washington and Mount Madison are but a few miles away. It has been 

 a very cold and nasty w^eek, but this morning the sun came out and 

 played on the snow-covered peaks of those two mountains. I was up 

 Mount Washington last Sunday. It was bitter cold and raw. The leaves 

 are falling and the coloring of the hillsides is beautiful. Birch wood is 

 predominant, and is the wood w^hich we use mostly at this mill. The 

 mill itself is very busy. There are at present some three hundred em- 



