in the latter days of its existence the Otis house (it took its name from its last tenant, Mr. William Otis, the farmer who occupied the farm owned by Mr. Dudley Hall), and expressed a wish that some one would write up the house.
I do not think that much more can be said regarding the house than has already been said in the paper above referred to, but a few facts may be stated in regard to the farm that may be of interest.
Under date of November 21, 172, a portion of the estate of Capt. Peter Tufts, who owned and occupied the so-called Cradock house, was set off to Dr. Simon Tufts, one of his sons, and was bounded on the Malden road (Salem street) about sixty-five rods, the line extending from near Park street to Spring street. No mention is made of any building on the estate.
After the death of Dr. Tufts there was set off to his widow, Abigail Tufts, as a part of her dower, forty-eight acres of land, with house and barn.
This house is identical with the Otis house, and was bui
n, and the class song was sung by Frank Lincoln Pierce, who sang it on the ‘98 Class Day. The president of the class, John Albert Cousins, next presented the bell, which was accepted by President Hamilton.
The ode was by Clara Ransom of ‘98, for Tufts was then co-educational.
Passages from Schiller's Lay of the Bell were next sung, and at the words, She is moving, sways, sways, the first stroke of the bell was given by the college president.
Then followed the
Act of Dedication—To Prayer,pealing of the bell was heard.
We were somewhat startled a few months ago on reading in the morning paper that this bell had fallen to the stone floor of the chapel, owing to the vigorous ringing of the Jackson College girls, in jubilation about Tufts' victory over Bowdoin in the foot-ball game.
But like other newspaper reports, a slight accident was much overdrawn.
The girls had two strings to their bow, i.e., the bell rope and the cord of the tolling hammer, and the two do not work properl<
ard was an orchard, lower than the street and with no road into it. A man named Tufts owned it. He had got his hay cart down to the street wall and had laboriously fe the Greek chorus to any Medford event, were very angry and were about stoning Tufts, till one suggested that we should probably hit the horse.
Just then appeared shoes and carried a cane.
At once he came across the street, went straight to Tufts and said clearly and loudly: If you strike that horse another blow I'll prosecute you.
Tufts stopped, raised the whip, and we thought trouble was coming.
If Tufts had struck Mr. Brooks every boy would have let fly his stone.
But the king of Tufts had struck Mr. Brooks every boy would have let fly his stone.
But the king of the Boston marine underwriters did not scare worth a cent, though the brute was twice his size and not half his age. So Tufts muttered some words, and Mr. Brooks reTufts muttered some words, and Mr. Brooks resumed his march westward.
This very region was a lively place in winter.
The canal was frozen and the Lowell railroad had not quite begun service, so enormous fo