F. C. PUTNAM 
W T. PUTNAM 
W. T. PUTNAM, JR. 
MAIL ORDERS TAKEN 
FOR 
DRESSED CHICKENS. DUCKS 
GEESE. FRESH EGGS 
AND OTHER FARM PRODUCTS 
Untermount .farm 
‘THE MAIL ORDER FARM” 
INTERMOUNT FARM SAUSAGE 
LAKE CUSHMAN, WASH. 
cock his head to one cite, hihg a note, . i .vel -ita iron a -’ay, and 
then ith a ho ’ ciove on to t ie next place* I like the birds. 
I mii l take this out of the machine and finish it later 
if I iave a enanoe. 
Sunday, June 13. On -age 22 of the Alumnus is a marked item. Campus 
Day is a great institution in tain country. Only a few years ago 
the University was moved from its old location in Seattle to the 
she e of Lake Washington in tne suburbs, chat was then almost a 
primeval forest. On Campus nay everybody turns out and clears land 
makes walks etc. and the giild provide the lunch. Any man found on 
the Campus with a collar or necktie is mobbed and his finery con¬ 
fiscated. Our last governor fell a victim to the custom while 
hurrying to some meeting. But I wanted to steak of Roberts. 
Some years ago, early in the season before we aai our 
ere— i the hotel} I came home one evening and found two young 
man in the house. After they had had their dinner I was at the 
woodpile getting a stick for the fireplace -hen one of them came 
up and said, "Lid you use to play tackle or guard?" I promptly said, 
"Who are you?" "My name is Roberts, I used to chase tennis balls 
for you -’hen I was a kid" And then I remembered* Back in my college 
days my fraternity, Alpha Delta Phi, hud a lot on the campus on 
which —e afterwards built our Chatter House. At that time we aad 
a tennis court only, and t iis young fellow's sister, "ho with aer 
mother lived, -ithin a few doors had the use of the court, and R. 
who was at that time a kid m knee punts chased wild shots for us. 
The world is a small place. Roberts is dean of the School of Mines. 
