Being both a paternal and maternal grandson of the Academy, I subscribe to the above with duty as well as pleasure.
Edward Stafford, '07.
I hardly know what to say. There is such a mingling of emotions—sorrow for the loss, joy that he has been with us so long, gratitude that it has been my privilege to keep in so close touch with him during most of the years since I, a school girl, first came under the influence that has never lost its hold for a minute.
No one individual has ever had more to do with the shaping of my life than he and whatever little good I have been able to do for boys and girls is largely attributable to the influence that has helped me for so long.
My experience can be multiplied a thousand times and then the story has not been told. We all shall hold his memory in love, and in reverence. Generations to come will still feel indirectly the help that we have had from him.
I've always seen Mr. Putney as I read those words of Tennyson in his dedication to the "Idylls."
"Indeed he seems to me
Scarce other than my king's ideal knight,