A SURPRISED ENDING TO A STORY. By Jess Wilson During my high school days at Berea I had a week-end job being busboy and driver for Mrs. Frost and her husband, then retired college president Wm. G. Frost. One Saturday my assignment was to drive President Frost to a baptizing, an event by the local people. I was later to learn that there was a double purpose in my assignment. The unspoken purpose was to get the old man out of the house while Mrs. Frost had a meeting with some of the town women. We drove to Silver Creek where a large group of the locals was gathered for a baptizing. The people greeted Frost as a long time friend. When the event was over, President Frost wanted to visit an old friend, Miss Fox, who lived some miles away. We drove there and while I waited in the car, he walked across the lawn to her house. Some time later, maybe half an hour, Miss Fox came out much distressed saying, "What is the matter with Professor Frost?" We hurried to the house as she explained that he had come in without knocking and had seated himself with out saying a word.. He was sitting quietly looking straight ahead, seemingly unaware of us or anything in the room. What was a 16 year old kid supposed to do? I finally got the courage to touch his arm and say, "Let`s go." Suddenly, like a marionette, he stood up marched to the door, went out and got in the car, without a word to poor Miss Fox. As I headed the car back toward Berea he began to talk. During the five mile drive he was a regular chatter-box. He related many incidents in his eventful life; his meeting with Theodore Roosevelt then commissioner of police of New York City and Woodrow Wilson when he was a professor at Princeton. I drove to the front of their cottage and we walked down the short path to their front door while President Frost chatted away. As we entered the front hall he immediately began greeting the women guest in the parlor as he shook hands and called each by name. Mrs. Frost joined me in the living room as I began to tell her what had happened. She said, "I knew what had happened as soon as he got out of the car." I asked how. She said, "He was talking too much." It was then I learned why he had to retire when he did. The condition had developed from over work in soliciting donations to build the best endowed small college in the nation. Some seventy years after these happenings I was invited to speak about them at a meeting of the Berea Women`s Club It was while I was talking about the walk down to the cottage front door that I realized that the meeting of women that I was talking about was a meeting of the same club of women that I was talking to., Then the members told me that the club had been started by Mrs. Frost. That may have been the very first meeting of the club that was seventy years old.