rt in the route of the troops in April. One British detachment then passed north of it by what was called Milk Row, now Beacon street, Somerville; the second detachment left Boston by way of the Neck, came over the Brighton Bridge and went on through North avenue.
Returning, the harassed redcoats came down that avenue and again went by Milk Row homeward.
But, before Bunker Hill, the Committee of Safety held a session in the house at the head of Kirkland street, then the headquarters of General Ward and later the home of the Holmes family, and thence issued the order for the troops to march over that road on the night of June 16, 1775, to fortify the hill at Charlestown.
It was down this road that General Warren hurried to the battle.
Back over it came the troops after the battle; and by this road were brought the wounded to the hospitals, chief among these being Colonel Thomas Gardner of Cambridge, commanding the first Middlesex regiment, who died July 3.
Thus the old road has be
special students have their separate organizations, in which pleasure and business seem to have about equal importance.
One of the most delightful features of life at Radcliffe is the opportunity afforded the students for meeting or hearing so many prominent men and women, and that this privilege is theirs is largely due to the courtesy of Harvard.
Certainly it is a privilege to be appreciated when it means hearing such widely different men as General Booth of the Salvation Army, Mr. Humphrey Ward, M. Du Chaillu the African explorer, and Prof. Charles Eliot Norton.
Beside these occasional lectures, Radcliffe students have always the privilege of personal intercourse with the best and wisest of the Harvard professors.
Surely the Radcliffe girl need not envy girls from other colleges.
Other colleges may have broader grounds and wider halls, none has broader culture and wider opportunities for development.
If ebullitions of college spirit seem somewhat lacking among the girls