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Note: Obtained in 2001 from the records of the Bentley Historical Library at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor.
Kate Graduated from Charlotte High School (Eaton County Michigan) in 1888 She attended the University of Michigan in the fall of 1888 and graduated in 1892
Addresses: June 1916, 1108 Vermont Street, Lawrence Kansas Approx. 1919 - 1921 Gilpin Place at Hull House in Chicago Approx. 1921 - 1922 a sorority at Univ. of MI in Ann Arbor May 1925, 602 West 190th St., New York, New York July 1928, 124 North Grove St., East Orange, New Jersey January 1931, 154 N. Maple Ave., East Orange, New Jersey December 1932, 50 Gilbert Place, West Orange, New Jersey (Last three addresses supplied by E.H.L. Mason) Various times, 9 Channing St., Cambridge, Massachusetts 1942-1945, 3225 Klingle R., Washington, DC 1938-1959 (winter address) 414 Grove Street, North, St. Petersburg, Florida
In 1870 Kate, age 2 months, is in Charlotte (West Half), Eaton, Co., Michigan with her parents.
In 1880 Kate, age 10, is still in Charlotte, now with her brother Will, age 8. Their mother is deceased, their father is in a boarding house or hotel in town and they are staying with their aunt and uncle, Lucius and Augusta Brockett and their three children.
In 1900 Kate, age 30, is now married to Edward L. Mason, age 30. They are living in Clinton, Clinton Co., Iowa and have one son, Edward S. Mason, age one. Edwrd L. is the principal of a high school. He is saying that he was born in 1870. Kate is saying that her father was born in New York.
In 1910 Kate and Edward, both 40, are in Corunna, Shiawassee Co., Michigan with their two sons, Edward S., age 11, and Warren P, age 9. Edward L. is now Superintendant of Public Schools. Kate is now correctly reporting her father's birthplace as Michigan.
In 1920, none of the three remaining family members could be found.
In 1930 I couldn't find Kate or Edward. Warren was married and in East Orange, NJ
In the 1945 Florida State Census, Kate is listed as K S Mason, living at 608 Grove Street, in Precinct 5, Pinellas County (Saint Petersburg). She is 75 and a college graduate. Her roommate is Nell Bacon, age 65, also born in Michigan and a high school graduate. Archive Series S1371, Roll 33.
1957 Note in Kate's records at University of Michigan: After her husband died in 1916, "It was necessary for me to go to work" After two years at the Hull house in Chicago, she became Chaperone at Sororities, one year at Ann Arbor. She has two sons, graduates of the University of Kansas, one of whom is Dean of Public Administration at Harvard University, and the other is a Physicist, and expert on sound, at Bell Telephone Laboratories. She has wintered at St. Petersburg, Florida for 23 years.
Written at Jackson, Michigan, December 29, 1919. (Comments in parentheses by E.H. L. Mason):
I, Kate Sagendorph Mason, was born (in 1870) in the beautiful little town of Charlotte located in southern Michigan. At that time, Charlotte had a population of about 2,500 which has since grown to be about 4,500. At that time there was no telephone, automobile, electric light or bathroom in the town, but there was a class of people living there then which in some ways rather surpasses those who have lived there since. Several of the residents were prominent among the politicians of the state and have since held responsible positions under the government. In those days politics was the recognized path to fame and success.
I was born and brought up among my mother's people. Her father, Amos H. Munson - - see note under Amos Munson.
After Grandfather's marriage, my mother lived with her sister, Mrs. Brockett. The Brocket family consisted of Frank, Ben, Myrn (Mary) and Anna. Anna was my twin, being just a week older than myself.
My father, D.P. Sagendorph, came from Jackson in 1864 and started in the law business. He was, I have heard it said, a fine looking young man with black hair and a rosy complexion and was popular among the young people. He and my mother were married in October 1868 together with Ella Cushing and Mr. Dwinell at a big double wedding held at the Munson's house. It was a big social event in Charlotte.
Several other branches of the Munson family from New York settled in Charlotte about the time my grandfather went there. (Amos' brother Henry, a physician preceded him to Charlotte by many years, being the ninth resident of the city.) My mother's relatives were prominent socially in Charlotte were, most of them, well-to-do, and educated and cultured according to the standards of the time. If the homes of that time were deficient in the labor-saving devices we have now, at least service was abundant. All the well-to-do families kept a maid, termed the hired girl, who was more or less a member of the family and who, if she was skillful with the cooking and strong enough to do the family washing, received as much as two dollars a week.
My father and mother went to housekeeping in a house on North Main St. which grandfather had given my mother. My father was most scrupulous about his personal appearance. He took great pleasure also in driving a pair of beautifully matched horses.
I, their first child, was born April 6, 1870, in the North Main Street house. Shortly afterward we moved to Lawrence Avenue, a better location, where my father helped to build a nice house. He was engaged about this time with my grandfather in building the Arcade block in Charlotte. My brother, Will, was born in 1871 in our house in Lawrence Avenue.
I remember very little of my mother except that she was ill over a year before she died. She was a small delicate woman who never weighed much over a hundred. Some years before her marriage her father had sent her to Minnesota to a dryer climate for a winter as they were afraid of tuberculosis. I have been told that in her quiet way she was a woman of strong character My mother died in the Spring of 1878 just before I was eight years old. She had been confined to her bed for fourteen months.
After her death, my father took rooms in the Arcade block and my brother and I went to live with the Brocketts. There were six children there with us Our Aunt was a wonderful manager where children were concerned. We had a happy and profitable time during the three years we were there.
Mrs. Brockett died in the Spring of 1881. Our father was then obliged to find a new home for us. We boarded for six months with Mr. and Mrs. Savage, then our father married again in 1881.
Our new mother (Elmire Pennington) had been a widow who lived on a farm five miles from Charlotte. She had no children.
At this time my father was very active in temperance work, holding various offices in the Good Templar Lodge, running the "Charlotte Prohibitionist" for which he had furnished the money and which he had been obliged to take over because the purchasers had been unable to pay for it. Our house was extremely hospitable to my father's co-workers in the temperance cause. Among many others whom we entertained I remember Francis Willard, John Finch, Bain from Kentucky and Sobieski, the noted Polish orator. My father very often brought home company so we were always prepared for the extra person. I well remember when he ran for governor on the Prohibition ticket, he was away for months campaigning. As my father was very strong for the principles in which he believed and thoroughly enjoyed an argument, he made many enemies.
I finished high school in 1888. A history of my life at that point would be incomplete without a mention of Edith Moser who was my inseparable companion for many years. The summer I finished high school I tutored in Greek and entered the University of Michigan in the Fall. I was there for four very happy years. During the first year I was in college, my father moved to Jackson where he started in the law business.
The year after I graduated I taught school in Manistique, Michigan (midpoint on the Lake Michigan shore of the Upper Peninsula). When I came home that summer, I found my mother (step mother, Elmira Pennington) very ill and she died in the fall.
After staying home a year I married Edward L. Mason to whom I had become engaged while I was at college. He was the principal of the high school in Charlotte, a chance coincidence, and we went there to live. My father has written about the various positions my husband held. He died at Lawrence, Kansas, where he was engaged in the life insurance business, in April 1916.
I have two children, Edward S. Mason, born Feb. 22, 1899 at Clinton, Iowa. He graduated from Lawrence High School in 1916 and Kansas University in 1919. He is present a graduate student at Harvard. He has been chosen a Rhodes Scholar from the state of Kansas and expects to go to Oxford for three years of study next fall.
Waren P. Mason was born at Colorado Springs in 1900. He graduated from Lawrence High School in 1917 and expects to graduate from Kansas University in 1921.
After my husband's death I spent three years in Lawrence as housemother for a sorority and a fraternity. I am at present at the Hull House day nursery (the Mary Crane Nursery) as an assistant to the superintendent who happens to be my cousin Anna Brockett.
From: Bentley Reference <Bentley.ref@@umich.edu>, Date: Mon, 04 Oct 2004 I am unaware of any Michigan sorority named �KKE,� as you indicated in your email. Is it possible you meant Kappa Kappa Gamma or Kappa Delta? Kate�s necrology file indicated that following her husband�s death, it became necessary for her to work and, �After two years at Hull House, Chicago, she became Chaperone at Sororities, one year at Ann Arbor.� However, I was unable to find any other references to her work with any sorority. Kate Mason was not listed in the Ann Arbor City directories from 1925-1927. The listings for KKG and KD in those directories all named other women as the Chaperones. The only exception was the 1927 directory, in which KD did not have a Chaperone listed.
Written by Kate Sagendorph Mason from St. Petersburg, about 1956-1959. (Comments in parentheses by E.H. L. Mason): I was born in Charlotte, Michigan, April 6, 1870. I was just thirty years younger than my father. My grandfather (Amos Hale Munson) gave the house I was born in to my mother when she married. When I go back to Charlotte, I see the old house on the edge of town where it has moved. When I was about a year old we moved into a house my father bought. My father (Daniel Perry Sagendorph) was a young lawyer and quite successful. He has often said he was the only one in his family who cared for an education. He was named after an uncle who gave him a pair of sheep (that would have been Daniel Perry, Jr., however I suspect DPS was named after his grandfather, Daniel Perry, Sr.). His father kept these for him so they became a large flock and they enabled him to pay his expenses through the University of Michigan. There was quite a migration of the Munsons from New York State (Salisbury, Herkimer County) and they were some of the pioneers of Charlotte. At that time, Charlotte was about four thousand and considered about the most beautiful small town in Michigan. Maple trees bordered all of the streets. But what a change has occurred since the car has come. The corners which had lovely old homes are now filling stations and used car lots are scattered around the town.
My mother (Mary Angeline Munson Sagendorph) was somewhat younger than my father (two years, 11 months). She had lived with her sister, Mrs. Brockett (Augusta Munson Brockett, two years, six months older than Mary) after her father (Amos Munson) was married a second time ( two years and one month after his first wife died). She (my mother) was rather small and delicate, very small hands and feet and I could not begin to get into her wedding gown which I kept for some time.
My brother, Will (William Kent Sagendorph), was born 14 months after I was. We were of very different dispositions. I took life rather seriously, but he loved to play jokes on people and could always see the funny side of things. He never cared much for books but knew how to make money. If the depression had not come when it did, he would have become a wealthy man, but he had over-expanded and lost a great deal of what he had. I used to be quite intimate with his family but since he and Ethel, his wife (Ethel Abbott Sagendorph), have passed away, I see little of them.
My mother was in bed over a year with ovarian tumors which is easily operated on now but at that time no doctor knew how (they still don't, if it was ovarian cancer). We had a nurse and I remember all that year my father who had a big law practice would sit up one night with her, my Aunt, Mrs. Brockett, another night and the nurse the third night. How they stood it, I do not know. I was just under eight (when she died) and Will (was) six when we went to live with my aunt Mrs. Brockett (why doesn't she call her Aunt Augusta?). My mother had been in bed so long that we did not notice her passing so much. In fact our relatives from Jackson, when they came to the funeral thought us very heartless children. The three years that we spent at our Aunt's were very happy ones. She had four children of her own, her youngest one, Aunt Ann (her cousin Anna - aunt to Edward and Warren), was just my age. We had all kinds of games and the place was given over to the children. Rather hard on my uncle (Lucius B. Brockett).
After four years, my father married again and life was not quite as happy. My step mother (Elmira Pennington, the second of three wives out lived by DPS) was a fine woman but she had never had any children of her own and did not understand them. I can appreciate her now much more than I did then. And so I had an ordinary life going through grade school and high school and when I was eighteen, I went to college - the biggest adjustment in my life so far - the great University of Michigan.
Written by Kate Sagendorph Mason to her two sons in 1916, probably shortly after her husband died in April (Comments in parentheses by E.H. L. Mason).
Dear Edward and Warren:
Sometime when you get to be men with children of your own, you may be interested in knowing something of your mother's early life, of her parents and their ancestors, of her early home and its environments and the influences which surrounded her early life.
When you become men the record may throw light upon conditions which existed in an earlier time.
I am at present forty-six years old. During my not very long life, I have seen many changes in the material surroundings of home life and marked evolutions along religious and social life. There is every reason to believe that, rapid as these changes have been, they are trivial with what wilI take place in the next fifty years.
Some people think we are on the verge of socialism - in an anarchistic sense - because we are adopting working-men's compensation laws and nine hours laws for women workers. And because there is some successful agitation for old age insurance and laws in that direction.
Fifty years from now these measures will be considered a very mild beginning toward the betterment of working conditions for laborers. Perhaps there will be no laboring class, so called, then but all may be laborers and sharers together in beneficent leisure. (This was in 1916 when Marxist ideas penetrated many segments of society, both in the US and in Europe, i.e., Russia. Kate was greatly influenced by the thinking of a Nobel Laureate and a socialist, Jane Addams, when she worked with her cousin Anna Brockett in the Mary Crane Nursery at Hull House on the west side of Chicago).
We have reason to hope that this terrible war in which most of the civilized races are now engaged will be the last war on earth (it wasn't). It is impossible at this time to predict the changes which will follow this war, but we know they will be profound and far reaching. In the mechanical and scientific world there is no limit at present forseen to the inventions and discoveries which may be made. Much as the use of electricity has increased in the last twenty-five years, there is no doubt that its use will be widely extended as the years go on and I predict that you, Warren will have a part in furthering its use.
However, I did not start out to write of things in general. I wanted to record in a particular way my own personal life and tell primarily that which I think will interest my sons.
You, Edward and Warren, have never shown any marked interest in your parent's early life. This may be because we have never lived very intimately with our relatives and they have played a smaller part in your lives so far than relatives usually play, much less in fact than they did in my childhood existence. I think however the time will come when you will be interested in knowing about them.
Of my father's people there is less to tell because they played a much less important part in our lives than did my mother's people.
My first recollection of my grandmother Sagendorph (Mary Perry Sagendorph) was when she came to visit us about once a year. She must have been about that time, in the neighborhood of sixty. She was short and dumpy, corsetless and wore a black lace cap. Sometime earlier in her life she had been thrown from a carriage and injured in some way which prevented her using her right arm in combing her hair and in waiting on herself.
Aunt Helen (Daniel Perry Sagendorph's sister, Helen Sagendorph Culver) had lost her husband and was left with a family of four little children. When I first remember about her, she was keeping house for Grandmother and waiting on her. She had given away her youngest child (Etta) to a sister (brother, Daniel Perry, Jr.) of Grandmother's to bring up. I afterwards learned this. Her two older boys were working at the M.C. Junction and part of the time boarded with her. Her oldest daughter was married and lived somewhere in (the city of) Jackson. I have neglected to say Grandmother's home was in Jackson (she moved there after Jacob died in 1870).
About 1836 (1832) Grandfather Sagendorph came from Batavia, New York and settled in Jackson Co. near Leoni. He had been married some years and some of his older children were born in New York state.
My father was born in 1840 in a log house on the piece of land Grandfather had taken up from the government, a hundred and sixty acres which was mostly covered with timber. In order to clear the land they cut down the trees and burned them. Think of the waste, but there was no market for lumber and the land had to be cultivated if they were to keep from starving. The Indians were numerous and when Grandfather was obliged to leave home Grandmother had a gun handy to use in emergencies. Many times Indians camped near my Grandfather's barn.
When my father was six or seven years old, the family built a brick house to replace the log one. It was the first brick house between Jackson and Leoni and as such was an object of interest. My father has often related that he carried more brick for that house as a "tender mason" than any who worked on it. I was often in the house when I was a child between eight and eleven years and it impressed one chiefly by its low ceilings. In the upright part of the house was the parlor, a room which was never entered except on state occasions or when the minister or some one who was looked up to called. Behind this room was a "parlor bedroom", just large enough for a bed, a washstand at its head and room enough in front of the stand for a person to dress. This room was reserved for company, for most of the early houses bedrooms of this size were most common. Back of the parlor on the other side was grandfather and grandmother's bedroom. This was a rather long and narrow room with a jog in it where an enclosed stairway went up. This room opened into the sitting-room which was entered from the front porch. Back of the sitting-room was the dining-room and back of that was the kitchen, so called, but during my visits which were always during the summer and during the time my Uncle Jacob lived there, this kitchen was used as a dining-room and all the cooking was done in the summer-kitchen, a kind of shed which had been added on to the house and which was connected with the kitchen by a long passage-way - a most inconvenient arrangement as it necessitated miles of walking.
My Grandfather Sagendorph died before I was a year old (she was just three months old) so what I know of him is from hearsay. He was a small, wiry man of immense energy. It is said he told his hired men if they did half as much work as he did, he would be perfectly satisfied with them. He was of the old school, strict and stern with his children but religious according to the letter of the law. My father has often bragged of his father saying that he never had to speak to his children more than once when he wanted them to do something for him. He used to call his children in the morning opening the stair door and calling up. They would all immediately bound out of bed, there was no loitering or staying in the warm bed - they did not dare to.
This inflexibility of my grandfather always seemed an admirable quality to my father - that is after he was full grown - but I have often wondered if his children loved him. My father never expressed any opinion along that line and I never felt like asking him. I had a feeling that he would not consider that proper to ask, that he would take it for granted that one should like his father. That feeling on my part throws a light on my father's disposition. I can never remember his talking to me of any emotion or feeling he may have had toward a person. He talks freely enough about the outward appearance of things and events in general but when it comes to his own personal situations or his personal feelings or money matters he is as communicative as a clam. Until recent years I never heard him intimate that he ever made a mistake or could make one. I never heard him offer an apology or say anything he did could have been improved on. But then I did not intend to discuss my father here. I was talking about his father
Uncle Jacob was a man with whom it was much easier to discuss things. He told me that he hadn't any great love for his father but that he thought a great deal of his mother. Grandfather Sagendorph was considered an upright man, a good churchman, I do not know what denomination he belonged to, and one of the prominent men in the community.
I believe I remember that he had a sister by the name of Katharine Bierce (I have her as Catherine. Her husband was C.B. Bierce) who lived on an adjoining farm, but that memory is very dim. Very shadowy too is the memory of Grandmother Sagendorph's brothers and sisters (she was the oldest of nine). Grandmother's maiden name was Perry. She had a sister who lived in Lansing, Michigan and was supposed to be rich (Ann Perry Bailey). She was a woman who enjoyed poor health. She seemed to be a chronic invalid. I believe she came to our house once while we were living in Charlotte and had to be put to bed. I remember there was considerable discussion as to what she would do with her money when she died. Since she had no children it was supposed she would give it to her nieces and nephews when she died. But human hopes are destined to disappointment. She became very dependent on a housekeeper whom she employed to look after her. When her nieces or nephews came to see her, she was afraid or did not care to ask them to stay to a meal for fear the housekeeper would not like it. They were never entirely sure how far it was Aunt Ann or how far the housekeeper was responsible for the lack of cordiality with which they were met. When Aunt Ann finally died it was found that the housekeeper had almost everything. There was talk of starting a suit against her but I believe that was never done. Father was made administrator of the estate, and we somehow came in possession of a piano and a heavy walnut bedroom set which was given to Will. Father never told me where the piano came from, but Will told me severa1 years after it came into our possession.
I have a very vivid recollection of another sister of Grandmother, although I saw her I think but once. It was after we moved to Jackson. Being then acquainted with but few, we naturally turned to our relatives. One day Cousin Ambrose Bean (the son of Mary Perry's younger sister, Lydia, and her husband, Moses Bean) who lived out in Spring Arbour nine or ten miles west of Jackson, asked my stepmother and myself out to his farm. His mother, Aunt somebody, I can't now recall her name, (Lydia Perry Bean) was in bed in the living-room. She hardly wanted to greet me before launching into an account or her ailments, telling us that nobody knew how she suffered and that nobody paid any attention to her, all in the most querulous tone. If we attempted to exchange a word with the rest of the family she would begin to grown and moan until she had our individual attention. She was determined to hold the center of the stage. The family said her illness was old age and her complaints and groans and moans meant nothing, it was simply a habit.
My Grandfather and Grandmother Sagendorph had seven children - Ezra, Jacob, Joseph (I have him as George, who died at age 8), Helen, Daniel Perry, Mariette and Juliette.
Ezra, the oldest, married, kept a General store in Leoni. He had three children - Franceska, Laverna and Arbie (Arba). He died when his children were very young and left his widow with very little property to bring up the children. Arbie went to work when he was about ten and at twelve sold papers, I believe, and soon after went to work for the Union News Company which have news depots and restaurants in most of the large railroad stations throughout the country. He is an entirely self made man and proud of it. He is a fat man, generous, hearty and impulsive. His greatest desire in life, I believe, is to make money. He is proud of himself to think he is as prosperous as he is. Arbie and wife and three children have a home at La Grange, Illinois, near Chicago. When the boys and I were in Chicago in the fall of 1913 we spent our Sunday afternoons with them.
The daughters of Uncle Ezra I never knew much. I have met them once or twice.
During my childhood, Uncle Jacob and his wife Aunt Viola played quite a part in my life. After my mother died when I was nearly eight and my brother six we went to live with my mother's sister. During the long summer vacation, three of them I think, we visited Uncle Jacob on the old Sagendorph farm near Jackson.
After the novelty of the farm had worn off we became very lonesome. There were no children there to play with and we used to long for the playmates back in Charlotte, we used to imagine the good times they were having, and we were all alone by ourselves away from other children. We were dreadfully homesick. Aunt Viola did not care for children and was not slow in letting us know. One thing she was fond of, however, and that was a big bulldog which used to lie in the passage way between the kitchen and the summer kitchen. We were deathly afraid of this dog. I remember, too, Aunt Viola was fond of a canary-bird which used to pick seeds off her lips.
One day in a fit of lonesomeness, I wrote a letter to one of my cousins in Charlotte and told her I wasn't having quite as good a time as I had had the summer before. Aunt Viola asked to see the letter which I handed over in fear and trembling. She read it and then said, "Is that true you aren't having a good time?" I was greatly embarrassed and said "Oh, I don't know". She said, "Well, you had better write it over again." which I proceeded to do.
One day my brother Will had gone back on the farm nearly to the huckleberry marsh which was nearly a quarter of a mile from the house. He heard Aunt Viola calling to him in her loudest voice "Willie, Willie". He hurried back. When he finally got to the house, she told him to hang up his "nightie". Of course we had some enjoyment there. We used to build houses out of corn cobs in the corncrib; we gathered bright colored stones from the fields. These we used to put into glass jars filled with water.
We used to look for mud-turtles. If we were lucky enough to find them, we would put them in a tub of water with a big stone in the middle on which they used to climb in order to sun themselves. But the great event of the summer would be when Uncle Jacob would take us over to Gillett's Lake about a mile and a half from the farm. This lake was very shallow with reeds growing through it. There was a dilapidated row-boat on it which we never rowed but we would go wading. He would take us over there once or twice during the summer. We were always wondering if we couldn't walk over without anyone knowing it but we never quite dared to try. O yes, I mustn't forget how we used to climb up the windmill. If we went high enough we could see Gillett's Lake.
Uncle Jacob used to take us to town with him occasionally. He used to leave us at Aunt Mariett's (Marriett Sagendorph Hoffman and her husband, John W. Hoffman). Harry (their son) was usually at home and we used to have some good times with him. Once in a while we would stay several days there. We liked it there, Aunt Mariette was always good to us. She was a small, active, dark-eyed woman, a great worker and good manager, but dictatorial. Everyone in her house "stood around" when she spoke to them. The relatives always said she resembled Grandfather Sagendorph more than the other children did.
When we were at Uncle Jacob's during those few summers I experienced real homesickness and for the only time during my life. Of course there have been times when I have felt lonely but that is a different feeling from real homesickness. A person is not apt to feel homesickness unless he has left a decidedly happy home, and my home at my Aunts' in Charlotte was lively, cheerful and happy. After I left there life became more drab, consequently when I went away to school later on I did not experience the homesickness that many girls did.
For more on Jacob, see his page.
Note by E.H.L. Mason, December 31, 2006: I am wondering about the decision in 1913 for Edward and Kate and family to move to Lawrence, Kansas. My father said that it was decided in a family conclave shortly after the failure of the Fox & Mason Furniture Company. The conclave must have included George. The reason given was that Kansas was a dry state. My father has written more about this in his autobiography, now posted on the Edward S. Mason Program website. There was one branch of the family residing in Lawrence at that time, Mamre Bean, age 69 and her huband, Daniel Shaw, age 75 (if they were still alive). Mamre Shaw Bean was Kate's first cousin, once removed.
On December 10, 2007 I found Kate Sagendorph listed in the University of Michigan, General Catalogue of the Officers and Students, published in 1902. On page 89 it reads: Kate Sagendorph, A.B. (Mrs. Edward L. Mason, Colorado Springs, Colorado.
Charlotte Michigan Newspaper, June 1923 Mrs. Kate S. Mason, who has been a resident of Charlotte the past year as head of the home of her cousin, Carl Green, is starting this week for N. Y., where she will reside with her sons, Warren, who is a student at Columbia University and Edward who has returned from Oxford, England, where he graduated this spring. Mrs. Mason was a resident of Charlotte when a girl and her residence here for the past year has been an interesting and pleasant one, especially to her many friends, who view with regret her leaving, and wish her all sort of happiness in all her future plans and relationships. Mrs. Mason is possessed of an unusual culture and charm, and during her stay among us, has actively identified herself with the clubs, church and society in such a way that she will be greatly missed.
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