Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1911-08-29
FORGING AHEAD.
A Maine Boy Who Is Making Good
His Letter From Italy,

I
| His father was a Somerset county boy
! and his mother a native of Piscata-
| quis county-of the towns of Harmony
| and Wellington, respectively.
! A few years ago this couple, Mr.. and
| Mrs, f. w. Chadbourne, made consid-
| cradle sacrifice in a financial way, to
give their children better schooling
! facilities. They moved To Lowell,
| Mass. Their younger son is now Prof
| Horace Barker Chadbourne, of the
| teaching staff of the Millionaire
| School at Groton, Mass. He is a
graduate of Lowell High school and of
| Dartmouth College. He was one of a
| dozen candidates selected by the fac
| u!ties of various colleges Gncluding
Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Brown,
Tufts. etc) and recommended to the
Groton School board. All these can
didates We're invited, at various times.
tc Groton where they were the guests
of the faculty. Young Chadbourne
was selected from the number as the
| man most desirable for the school. to
act as instructor in two or three
studies and coach in outdoor sports.
During the years 1909 and 1910,
| Chadbourne was catcher for Dart
Immediately after graduation from
Dartmouth in 1910. Prof. Chadbourne
came to Sebago Lake, Maine, with a
party of Groton School boys. for the
summer. In 1911 the marked success
OF Groton in athletics delighted not
only the Groton board and faculty, but
the student body. and all gave freely
of credit to Prof. Chadbourne
sity Club in New York, last spring,
Prof Chadbourne received several
hattering offers from the wealthy
parents Of students of Groton School.
| To take their youngsters in charge
| this summer. but he was already en-
gagged 10 go to Italy, to take the son
| of an American family in hand and
return with him to Groton this au
tuna Mr.. Chadbourne is now IN
Italy, and the following from a re-
cent letter from him may prove of
| more than passing interest to the
readers of the kennebee Journal:
| AT last | have arrived at my jour-
| ney's end How can l describe it to
you. Let me begin with England
| and trace the way. | wrote YOU OF
my first day on foreign soil, when l
| motored in Devonshire and Cornwall.
| After that ! went to London and
| spent three days doing everything and
| nothing. just wandered about and
| gazed at all the things l had heard
| about from infancy. | could hardly
make myself believe that | was see
| ing not mere limitations and repro
| auctions, but the real things. ] visit
ed Westminster Abbey. Parliament,
| the Tower the National Galleries, the
British Museum, London Bridge.
| went to the theatre to the Oxford and
| Cambridge cricket match, 10 the
| Healey regatta; | saw the airshlps
| soaring around; | rode In the tube un-
| der the Thames: | dined at famous
| restaurants and hotels; | did the
| parks: in fact l went hither and yon,
high and low, in and out till | was
| tired.
Then, Wednesday night, / hied me
| across the English Channel to France.
| and went up in the cool of the MORN
ing from Dieppe to Paris, where | ar
rived at six-thirty. l proceeded TO
Joe Worthin's hotel where | literally
| pulled him out of bed. 1t was good
TO see Joe can tell you. | found him
| in fine form, but studying hard over
his Latin and law.
I'VE spent the day together about
| Paris going TO the Louvre and other
places of interest. Paris is, in many
| ways. more wonderful than London,
| vet / must confess that ] liked Lon
don better Paris is too much on the
surface. One feels that here Is city
that lives life too fast with too little
background.
Il left Paris at ten-thirty of the
same day. e., in the evening. When
woke up in the morning / was In
Switzerland at Lausanne. 1t was de-
licious. In the night we had come
from warm and sultry France INTO the
cool sweet air of the wonderful Alps.
That is a country for you-a simple.
beautiful country among the most
tremendous mountains imaglnaoie-
BY two o'clock we were leaving
switzerland behind; We plunged
through the great Simplon tunnel
the greatest In the world-and then
countless other smaller tunnels TIL we
emerged into sunny Italy.
''Italy-well it is beyond me To ue-
scribe. 1T is certainly more beautilui
than I had ever imagined 1t Is a
land of vineyards, of olive groves, Oh
beautiful gardens, of cypress trees oil
rolling hills, of broad plains, oi PUNK
colored houses nesting away III 'i.e
green gardens, of rivers, now sluggish.
now swift running; in short 'aila
of wonder. ] arrived in FLORENCE q.
eleven thirty at night ana Wen.
straight to a hotel for a gooo ms
| rest. az
"In the morning / took a cap ON -
the villa. If I had been surpriseu 30
fore. was enchanted now. - n ,,'s
place is like something one 'ai tam
about in books. but scarcely ever SCI se..
1t is an old chateau-not so wo,,ue,
full from the outside in some ways
from an American point Vi W..
hut really a grand old place turned
into modern residence aon |
mea, that IT has been spoiled by pc
ing modernized somewhat-not at an
but has doubtless been hlaue i'ioie
comfortable. ,,,,.ase Mod
ONE enters by a long cypress hhea
driveway that seems to lead Directly