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CLASS ,5rl5 BOOK (2 ,5 fcC$ . THE LIBRARY ;T? P w4 HAVERFORD COLLEGE (HAVERFORD, PA.) - S '  Qlass ooTi ' 89 I LA OF THE CLASS Sr El ' HTT fOLLCQ H EC STUDIA ADOLESCENTIAM ALUNT, SENECTUTEM OBLECTANT EDITED BY FRANKLIN B. KIRKBRIDE CHARLES H. BURR, Jr. THOMAS F. BRANSON HaVERFORD COILEGE June, 1889 TIMES PRINTING HOUSE 725 CHESTNUT ST. PHILADELPHIA i SiTS ( ni 2A S. Prioleau Ravenel, Jr. Editorial Preface Class Song Class Members Class Constitution Haverford College Cricket Club Haverford College Foot-Ball Association Haverford College Athletic Association Haverford College Glee Club Programme of Class Exercises Class Teams, Matches and Scores Class History Franklin B. Kirkbruie. Class Poem Charles H. Burr, Jr. Class Prophecy Warner H. File. Baccalaureate Address Dr. Francis B. Gummere. jll stra-bions The Class of Eighty-Nine. The College Cricket First Eleven, 1889. The College Foot-Ball Team, 1888-89. The College Glee Club, 1888-89. ' 89 Class Championship Foot-Ball Team. The ' 89 Class Championship Athletic Cup. ditopial p pcfaec I • ' is witl Ur rT ixed feelir g5 of pleasure tf at we publish th is book ar d offer it to our friends. We are glad to } ave a record for ourselves of tl e days at Haverford, arid we are glad to share witl; oUr frier ds th e rrvar y rr erT orie5 wl ich cluster roUr d tJ erT . To our Class Day r especial we look back, ar d wor der as we see l ow rr Ucl of our college course was lived over agair irv tl at or e ever r g. Our triUrT pJ s ar d defeats or tl e ball- field ar d iry th e class-foorr , oUr every-day experiences ar d our favorite pastirryes, our stror g class spirit, ar d our affec- tion for old Haverford, wl at we foUr d to laUgh at, ar d wl at we loved to work for — all were reflected th ere. Ar d so iri thiis book, we present for tfie rrvost part whiat was h . said. Aar y of thie allusions ar d rqany ever of thie jokes, it is to be feared, rryay prove l ard to Understand; but we crave tl e indulgence of our friends, an r ' ely Upon h® kindness tl ey l ave so often extended to us. We take great pleasure in adding tl e Baccalaureate Address of Professor Gurnrnere— thie parting words of tl e college to us. Tl e illustrations are due to tl e liberality of several rnernbers of tl e class. But after all, we rnust be judged, not by wl at we state in tt ese prefatory words, but by wi at we rnake known of ourselves in tl e book itself. Tl erefore it only ren ains for us to say tl at oUr strongest wishv, and dearest l ope for tl e volurne is, tl at it rnay forrn anotl er link wl ict sl ail bind us rnore closely to our AlrT a TAater. THE CLASS OF EIGHTY-HIHE. (tune, a GERMAN AIr) Author, S. P. RAVENEL, Jr. ROM H.iverford dear, And all things here. Soon we will parted be. From these days of youth, These days of truth, We have loved to spend with thee. Farewell ! farewell ! Our lusty yell Thy halls will ne ' er repeat. We ' ll plunge into life. Into toil, into strife. And never as classmates we ' ll meet. Merry class, merry class, Must thy memory pass, And severed be friendship ' s chain ? Oh, never, oh, never Thy bonds will we sever. Long as two comrades remain ! Eighty-nine, eighty-nine. We ' ll ever be thine, Rejoicing thy praises to sing. Forever, forever. Forgetting thee never, Whate ' er the future may bring. Ever bright, ever bright, Thou ' lt be our delight When the pleasures of life grow less ; Ever bright, ever bright, Thou ' lt be our delight When the sorrows of life oppress. fci ' t of ©!a emLep Bachelor of Arts. Robert Coleman Banes, Thomas Franklin Branson, Charles Henry Burr, Jr., Thomas Evans, Warner Hutchinson Fixe, Warren Clarkson Goodwin, Victor Mellet Haughton, Franklin Butler Kirkbride, Daniel Clark Lewis, Lawrence Johnson Morris, William Franklin Overman, Frank Warrington Peirson, Samuel Prioleau Ravenel, Jr. Walter George Reade, LiNDLEY Murray Stevens, John Stogdell Stokes, Layton Wilsox Todhunter, Frederick Neilson Vail, Gilbert Congdon Wood. Bachelor of Science. William Rush Dunton, Joseph Henry Painter, Arthur Newlin Leeds, David Jones Reinhardt, Frank Earle Thompson. Bachelor of Engineering. Herbert Morris. 10 Suondam mh r Frank Edward Bond, Jr., Foster Causey, Trusten Polk Causey, William Henry Evans, Henry Heberton Firth, John White Geary, Robert Ellison Griscom, Cornelius Jansen, Jr., Samuel Buckley Morris, James Wadsworth Rogers, Albert Frederic Sachse, John Leser Schwartz, Charles M. Shupert, Walter Emanuel Smith, Wilson Longstreth Smith, Herman Greig Veeder. Coi stitutioF) Permai7e9t Or ar izatior; of tl e QIass of ' 89 eff( et( d Jii9 , 1889 PRESIDENT, S. P. RAVENEL, Jr. vice-president, J. S. STOKES SECRETARY, L. J. MORRIS ARTICLE I. Section i. The officers of this organization shall be a President, a Vice-President, and a Secretary. Sec. 2. The duties of the President shall be : [a) To call all meetings, (d) To preside at all meetings, {c) To appoint committees. Sec. 3. The office of the Vice-President shall be to perform the duties of the President in case of the absence or disability of that officer. Sec. 4. The duties of the Secretary shall be : (a) To take charge of all money and other property belonging to the organization, (d) To keep the addresses of all members, together with a record of the principal events of their lives, {c) To notify the members of all meetings, and to send them any other information deemed of sufficient importance. ARTICLE II. Section i. A class supper shall be held annually. Sec. 2. A regular class meeting shall be held at every third annual supper, at which meeting the election of officers shall take place. Sec. 3. A quorum shall consist of those present at any meeting of which due notice shall have been given. HAVERFORD COLLEGE pi©ke( ©lub President — T. F. FJranson, ' 89, Vice-Prcsidetit—W. R. Bringhurst, Jr., ' 90. Secretary — G. T. Butler, ' 90. Treasurer — T. S. Janney, ' 90. Captain— H. P. Bmly. ' 90. Professional — Arthur Woodcock. First Eleven. W. G. AuDENRiED, Jr., ' 90, H. P. Baily, ' 90, R. C. Banes, ' 89. T. F. Branson, ' 89, H. R. Bringhurst, Jr., ' 90, J. S. Stokes, ' { Substitutes. J. S. AUCHINCLOSS, ' 90, C. H. Burr, Jr.. ' Sc S. L. Firth, ' 92, R. L, Martin, ' 92, J. W. MuiR, ' 92, D. J. Reinhardt, ' G. Thomas, ' 91. First Eleven Matches in 1889 May 4. — Haverford vs. Belmont 69-28 62-31 — Haverford vs. University of Pennsylvania .... 56-136 — Haverford vs. Harvard 85- 51 — Haverford vs. Tioga 1 25-1 13 —Haverford vs. Baltimore 39 and 49-51 and 35 i3. — Haverford vs. Young America 22 June 5 23 • ' 29 n HAVERFORD COLLEGE Foot-jg w President — F. E. Thompson, ' 89. Secretary — G. T. Butler, ' 90. Treasurer — D. H. Blair, ' 91. Captain — T. F. Branson, ' 89. Manager — E. M. Angell, ' 90. Team. Rushers. J. D. Whitney, ' 91, G. T. Butler, ' 90, G. H. Davies, ' 90, G. C. Wood, ' 89, W. F. Overman, ' 89. W. C. Goodwin, ' 89, H. Morris, ' 89. Quarter-Back. H. P. Baily, ' 90. Half- Backs. V . E. Thompson, P. S. Darlington, ' 90. Full- Back. T. F. Branson, ' 89. Substitutes. J. S. AUCHINCLOSS, ' 90, R. E. Strawbridge, ' 91, M. P. Collins, ' 92. Oct. 13 17 20 3J Nov. 3 17 Games in 1888. Haverford vs. Alumni 16 — o Haverford vs. Lehigh 6 — 16 Haverford vs.V.M.. K . . o — 14 Haverford vs. Lafayette o — 18 Haverford vs. Swarthmore 6 — o Haverford 7 . Riverton o — o 14 ...iiu- .. Havet ford College Athletic Association President — E. F. Walton, 90. Vice-President — E. M. Angell, ' 90. Secretary — T. S. Kirkbride, ' 90. Treasurer — S. L. Firth, ' 92. FiPst Fall Sports Held at the Havenfofd College Hthletie Qpounds JSlovefiobeP 7, 1888 Time, Height Events Winner or Distance 100 Yards Dash . . . . F. E. Thompson, ' 89 ' . . iiX sec. 220 Yards Dash ... F. E. Thompson, ' 89 2524 sec. 440 Yards Dash . . . . D. P. Hibberd, ' 90 61 sec. Half-Mile Run . . . . F. W. Peirson, ' 89 2 min. 27 sec. Mile Run D. P. Hibberd, ' 90 5 min. 32 sec. A ii i 11 f W.G. Reade, ' 89 ) o • Mi lk {d.C. Lewis. -89 I 8 mm. 54 sec. Half-Mile Bicycle . . . J. S. Stokes, ' 89 i min. 56 sec. Running High Jump . . E. F. Walton, ' 90 4 ft. 11 in. Running Broad Jump . F. E. Thompson, ' 89 18 ft. 5X iJ - Putting the Shot . . . . G. T. Butler, ' 90 27 ft. 8 in. Throwing the Hammer G. T. Butler, ' 90 64 ft. 4 in. Tug of War ' 92 3 in. 15 Spping SpoPts Held may 11, 1889 Time, Height Events Winner or Distance loo Yards Dash (College)F. E. Thompson, ' 89 n sec. 220 Yards Dash . . . . F. E. Thompson, ' 89 28 sec. 440 Yards Dash (College)T. S. Janney, ' 90 58) sec. Half-Mile Run . . . . G. C. Wood, ' 89 2 min. 28 sec. Mile Run , D. P. Hibberd, ' 90 ..... 5 min. 21 sec. Mile Walk L. J. Morris, ' 89 Half-Mile Bicycle . . W. H. Nicholson, Jr., ' 92 . . 100 Yards Dash (open ( i. E. S. Ramsdell. G. A. A. A. to all amateurs) . . | 2. Hoskins, A. C. S. N. 440 Yards Dash (open f i. E. S. to all amateurs) . . (2 E. F. Ramsdell, G. A. A. A. Walton, H. C. A. A. 44oYards Dash (open to | i. McDowell allmembersI.A.A.A.) ( 2. Roberts 8 min. 59 sec. I min. 45 sec. . . 10 sec. . . SA ' A sec. 6o)4 sec. Running High Jump . Running Broad Jump Standing Broad Jump Putting the Shot . . . T. S. Kikkbride, ' 90 4 ft. 10 in. F. E. Thompson, ' 89 18 ft. 6 in. F. E. Thompson, ' 89 8 ft. 9 in. H. P. Baily, ' 90 28ft.8 in. Throwing the Hammer . E. J. Haley, ' 90 60 fi. i in. Throwingthe Cricket Balis. L. Firth, ' 92 314ft. lom. Tug of War ' 92 pulled ' 90 10 in. fj 16 PHOTO-COLLOT THE ' 89 CLASS CHAMPIONSHIP ATHLETIC CUP. PHOTOGUAl-HED BY C. H. JiME ic ' 89 ( l ass humpionship •fhleti ©up was preser ted to tl e College by tl e Class of 59, or Class Day, vJur e 22, 1559, to be corripeted for ar d awarded aririUally to tl e Class wir riir g th e greatest riUrqber of poir ts at tl e Arir Ual Sports of tl e Haverford College Atl letic Association. 17 f?ar crforb dollcgc (5Iec dlub Leader — Professor Frank Morlev. President — W. R. Dunton, ' 89. Vice-President — W. M. Guilford, Jr., ' 90. Secretary and Treasurer — W. G. Audenried, Jr. 90 First Teftors. W. M. Guilford, Jr., ' 90, V. M. Haughton, ' 89, F. N. Vail, ' 89. First Bassos. W. G. Audenried, Jr., ' 90, H. P. Baily, ' 90, W. H. FiTE, ' 89, L. J. Morris, ' 89, G. J. Palen, ' 92. Second Tenors. W. R, Dunton, ' 89, T. Evans, ' 89. Second Bassos. P. S. Darlington, ' 90, D. L. Mekeel, ' 91, D. J. Reinhardt. ' 89, W. N. West, ' 92, G. C. Wood, 89. Banjo dlub Leader — W. R. DuNTON, ' 89. First Banjos. P. S. Darlington, ' 90, R. E. Fox, ' 90, G. J. Palen, ' 92, D. J. Reinhardt, ' 89. W. G. Audenried, Jr., ' 90, Second Banjos. W. R. Dunton, ' 89, R. L. Martin, ' 92. Gtiitars. W. M. Guilford, Jr., ' 90, G. T. Butler, ' 90, W. P. Simpson, ' 90. P 1-1 O w o a Progpamme of Glass Exercises Sophomope Exercises Saturday, dune 17, 1887 Latin Salutatory C. H. Burr, Jr. Address TO President Shaki ' Less W. F. Overman. The Class OF 89 S. P. Ravcnel, Jr. Farewell Address to the Class of ' 87, . . . . W. H. File. For THE Class OK ' 87, H. IV. Stokes Sj. Presentation of Spoon to the Freshmen, . . . . L. M. Stevens. Collation. Junior Orations Thupsday, Appil 12, 1888 Tares S. P. Ravenel, Jr. Some Phases OF Socialism, . . W. C. Goodivin. The Duty of the American Voter, V. M. Haughton. The Anglo-Saxon Race as Colonizers L. M. Stevens. Two Sister Principles C. H. Burr, Jr. Our Present Need, W. F. Overman. The Church and Socialism W. H. Fite. Class tDay Exercises Saturday, June 22, 1889 President ' s Address S. P. Ravenel, Jr. Class History . . . F. B. Ktrkbnde. Class Poem, C. H. Burr, Jr. Presentation of Prize Athletic Cup, F. E. Thompson. Presentations, L. M. Stevens. Presentation of the Class Spoon, L. M. Stevens. Class Prophecy, . W. H. Fite. Collation. Commencement Orations Tuesday, June 25, 1889 Latin Salutatory, C. H. Burr, Jr. The Greek Ideal, ... . . . . . . V. M. Haughton. The Republic OF the River Platte IV. C. Goodwin. Individualism, W. H. Fite. The Destiny of Canada — not Manifest, . . . L. M. Stevens. Valedictory S. P. Ravenel, Jr. Baccalaureate Address Dr. F. B. Gummere. 19 ©lass Tgciix c ORICICeT Freshman Year. F. E. Bond, Jr., H. Morris, Thos. Evans, J. W. Rogers. W. H. Evans, J. L. Schwartz, {dipt) H. H. Firth, W, L. Smith, R. E. Griscom, F. N. Vail, G. C. Wood. Sophomore Year. R. C. Banes. W. H. Evans, F. E. Bond, Jr., H.H. Firth, (Ca A) T. F. Branson, R. E. Griscom, C. H. Burr, Jr. D. J. Reinharijt, Thos. Evans, J. S. Stokes, G. C. Wood. Junior Year. R. C. Banes, W. C. Goodwin, T. F. Branson, {Capt.) D.C.Lewis, C. H. Burr, Jr. W. F. Overman, Thos. Evans, D. J. Reinhardt, W. H. Evans, J. S. Stokes, G. C. Wood. Senior Year. R. C. Banes, D. C. Lewis, T. F. Branson, D. J. Reinhardt, C. H. Burr. Jr. ,, {CapL) J. S. Stokes, Thos. Evans, L. W. Todhunter, W. C. GooDwi F, N. Vail, G. C. Wood. Lcmy -■4 lass €iames G[9d (§GOPes Cricket Freshman Year. ' 89 7 .y. ' 87. ' 89 — 1st innins , 14; 2d inning, 26 runs. Total 40. ' 87 — 1st inning, 43. ' 87 won by i inning and 3 runs. 89 Ts. ' 88. ' 89 — 45 runs. ' 88 — 57 runs (7 wickets). ' 88 won by 12 runs and 3 wickets. Sophomore Year. 89 vs. ' 87. ' 89 — 92 runs. ' 87 — 106 runs. ' 87 won by 14 runs. ' 89 vs. ' 88. ' 89 — 35 runs. ' 88 — 48 runs (5 wickets). ' 88 won by 13 runs and 5 wick s. Junior Year. ' 89 vs. ' 88. ' 89 won by default. ' 89 vs. 90. ' 89 — 86 runs. ' 90 — 75 runs. ' 89 won by 11 runs ' 89 vs. ' 91. 89 — 89 runs (6 wickets). ' 91 — 38 runs. ' 89 won by 51 runs and 4 wickets. Senior Year. 89 vs. ' 90. ' 89 won by default. ' 89 T j. ' 91. 89 — 96 runs. ■91—33 runs. ' 89 won by 63 runs. ' 89 vs. ' 92. ' 89 — 1 13 r uns. ' 92 — 42 runs. ' 89 won by 71 runs. ©lass Tearris F=OOT-GKl-L- Freshman Year. F. E. Bond, W. R. DUNTON, W. H. Evans, H. Morris, W. F. Overman, R. C. Banes, F. E. Bond, (Or .) T. F. Branson, W. R. DUNTON, W. H. Evans, G. C. WOOD. Sophomore Year. G. C. Wood. Junior Year. R. C. Banes, (Gr .) T. F. Branson, W. R. DUNTON, V. H. Evans. W. C. Goodwin, J. W. Rogers, (Ca A) CM. Shupert, W. L. Smith, F. E. Thompson, H. G. Veeder, H. H. Firth, W. C. Goodwin, W. F. Overman, F. E. Thompson, H. G. Veeder, V. M. Haughton, H. Morris, W. F. Overman, D. J. Reinhardt, F. E. Thompson, G. C. Wood. Senior Year. R. C. Banes, T. F. Branson, W. R. Dunton, W. C. Goodwin, V. M. Haughton, H. Morris, W. F. Overman, D. J. Reinhardt, {Capt. J. S. Stokes, F. E. Thompson, G. C. Wood, L. J. Morris. - 00 - 00 o lags (Barnes ai d (ieopeg Foot-Sall Freshman Year. ' 89 vs. ' 89 Swarthmore o-35 ' 89 T ' 5. Germantown Academy 20- o ' 89 vs. Episcopal Academy 58- o ' 89 vs. Rugby Academy 20- o ' 89 2 5. ' 88 0-25 ' 89 vs. ' 86 6-9 Sophomore Year. ' 89 vs. ' 89 Swarthmore 6-26 ' 89 vs. ' 88 4-4 ' 89 vs. ' 90 28- o Junior Year. ' 89 t 5. ' 88 6-0 ' 89 vs. ' go 12-5 ' 89 2 .?. ' 91 42- O Senior Year. ' 89 7 ' s. ' 90 6-4 ' 89 vs. ' gi 36- o ' 89 vs. 92 40- o 23 ©lass Teanqc BMSE-GKL-L- Freshman Year. No class matches played. Sophomore Year. R. C. Banes, ( Capt) 2b. H. H. Firth, s. s. T. F. Branson, . D. C. Lewis, j 5 ' . C. H. Burr, Jr., r.f. VV. F. Overman, c. f. W. H. Evans, ih. U. J. Reinhardt, . . J. S. Stokes, . Junior Year. R. C. Banes, {Capt.) 2b. V. M. Haughton, r.f. T. F. Branson, c. D. C. Lewis, 3b. C. H. Burr, Jr., s. s. W. F. Overman, b. W. H. Evans, r.f. D. J. Reinhardt, . . J. S. Stokes, . Senior Year. R. C. Banes, {CapL) 2d. D. C. Lewis, . . T. F, I5RANSON, c. D. J. Reinhardt, s. s. C. H. Burr. Jr.. . J.S.Stokes. . T. Evans, c. f. L. VV. Todhunter. jb. G. C. Wood, ;. . 24 as§ anr es and ( eopeg Base- Ball Sophomore Year. ' 89 7 ' -. ' 88 12-5 ' 89 7 ' . 90 17-4 Junior Year. ' 89 7 .f. H. C. G. S 30-11 ' 89 7. s. ' 90 26- 8 8g vs. ' 90 11-3 89 7 ' -. ' 91 36- 6 89 7 .y. ' 91 24-11 Senior Year. 89 vs. ' 90 9-10 89 7 S. ' 90 ... 6-7 89 7AV. ' 91 26- 8 89 z .f. ' 92 . . 1 5- 1 I - . - ■■' - - - : -_ .1.. Gir e flushes ' 89 VS. ' 88 Tie ' 89 vs. ' 90 monby ' 89 26 QTass Urstoi-y By Franklin B. Kirkbride. ANY centuries before the Christian era, the Assyrian kings had a custom of in- scribing upon the tablets which gave the history of their reigns, accounts of their victories only ; and one who reads these tablets to-day might suppose that Assyria never suffered a defeat, were it not for the records which have come down from different sources. The times, however, have changed ; George Washington has lived and died, and truthfulness and accuracy are the first requisites of a modern historian. If you remark but scanty mention of defeat in the following pages, you must bear in mind that it is not because the Historian is untruthful, but simply because he is reading the Records of the Class of Eighty-nine. Four years ago we entered college as the largest class that had ever been at Havertord, and as such we leave her walls. Is it to be wondered then that the Sophomores looked upon us with a sort of awe, and left us to follow our own devices ? Our appearance at Haverford was made at a time both opportune and inopportune. It was opportune — for the standard had not yet been raised ; and inopportune — as we arrived just one year too late to receive a reception from the Sophs in the gymnasium, and just one year too soon to receive one from the Y. M. C. A. in the dining-room. Our first act was to organize and to adopt a constitution, without which important adjunct no body, corporate or indi- vidual, can hope to have a successful career. Our next step was a weighty one — the choice of a class motto — and long 27 did we waver between ' ' labor omnia vincit ' ' ' ' fides et aiidax ' ' and semper vigilans. When at last labor ' conquered, , we felt happy in the thought that a motto had been chosen so applicable to our natural inclinations, and one but recently unearthed from classic depths. Alas, our joy was of short duration for we soon found that the motto was not our sole property and began to appreciate the fact that there was not much labor ' ' about a Freshman Class ; so once more we had to ransack our Ciceros and Virgils — this time, however, with greater success. Our first public appearance took place a few weeks after our arrival at Haverford, when, guarding a stout cane, we challenged the Sophs to a combat. To say the least they were taken by surprise, for during fifteen minutes we held undisputed possession of the campus, and when at last they did come, it was only to find themselves outnumbered and outfought. For thirty minutes the battle raged, and when finall)- time was called, the weary contestants — several clothed in glory only — were ready to rest on their laurels ; but into ' 89 at least new vigor was put when the Referee decided the rush a draw. Soon afterwards the foot-ball season opened, and although we did not win the class championship, nevertheless Rugby and the Germantown and Episcopal Academies fell before us — like a Freshman before Woodie ' s sarcasm. Durmg the long winter months which followed, the class succeeded in doing some study, more or less, and at the same time kept the third floor of Barclay Hall from growing dull. As the Sophs did not make things lively for us, we had to do it tor ourselves ; and that we succeeded is well attested by the numerous visits Tommy Newlin paid to the scenes of our revels. When a lock refused admittance to a classmate ' s room, there was our two-hundred-pound Sachse, who proved much more efficacious than even a pass-key. How often, too, the unwary stumbled over strings, or on entering their rooms precipitated on their innocent heads the bucket of water balanced on the top of the door; — and, when more active employment was found necessary, how we went in for a corner fight, or with what expedition mamma ' s boy would be put to bed! In the recitation room, too, there were diversions. 2S How the class enjoyed kind old Spotsy ' s wrath on being told by Schwartz, for the second time, that the Greeks took coffee and rolls for breakfast, and on hearin j Billy O. declare that j ' io(7j-(c fy meant wall-eyed Juno. So the winter months passed pleasantly, marred only by Geary ' s fall from i race, and Shupert ' s return to the pleasures of a rural life. When spring came, we devoted ourselves to cricket, and although most of us were unlearned in the mysteries of the game, yet we found a promising nucleus which, in our Junior year, developed into a championship team ; and when our Freshman year came to an end, and we received the spoon from the class above us,zvc at least appreciated the statement that ' 8S had acted towards us like mothers and gardeners. Although our Freshman year was such a happy one, yet its closing days were saddened by the death of our classmate, Samuel Buckley Morris, after an illness of but a few days duration. This sudden loss of one whom we had seen but shortly before, apparently in the best of health, shocked and saddened us, — his death making a gap in our numbers which has never been filled. When our Sophomore year opened we found our ranks somewhat changed ; Sachse the heavy weight ; Foster Causey the hard student ; Schwartz the dandy, and Wadsie Rogers the good boy, were no longer with us. Then, too, we missed the familiar face of Cornie Jansen, the oldest man in the class, but nevertheless a very homesick one, who used to spend hours by the railroad watching if perchance he might see among the passing freight cars one bearing the name of the road which passed through his home in the far West, and if his v atching was rewarded by the sight of one how his pale cheeks would light up as he told us that he had seen some- thing that had come from out home. The bad men in the class, too, missed old Cornie, for with him away, there was no one left to distribute to the erring, tracts on smoking, intem- perance and profanity. 39 Although there were these gaps in the class, there were new figures to fill them. Banes came fresh from Boston, as mysterious as any poem of Browning ' s ; Branson, Stokes and the bearded Goodwin — thought at first to be the new Professor in charge of the discipline — made up the Jersey delegation ; from Philadelphia came Burr, and Ravenel the innocent, who, seeing the notice posted for the Freshmen ' s benefit, left his shoes outside his door only to find them the next morning varnished and filled with a solid mass of papier-mache ; and last, but not least — for he stands six feet two in his stockinsf feet — Canada gave us Stevens the serio-comic. The first official action of our Sophomore year was to give the Freshmen some pointers, the day after their arrival, upon Haverford etiquette and the consequences of its infringe- ment ; and most meekly they received their first lesson. Not long afterwards, the Freshmen appeared on the Campus with a cane, and, vaunting their prowess, rent the air with a newly evolved but unintelligible yell ; its duration, however, was not long, and twenty minutes later it was changed to a cry of woe, for ' 89 had in the meantime appeared on the scene and relieved the Freshmen of their treasure. Shortly afterwards the Law and Order Committee was called into existence, that noble seven through whose labor and by whose unremitting care the Freshmen were brought to a proper appreciation of their place in college life. The Freshmen once more felt ' 89 ' s prowess when the two class teams met on the foot-ball field and ' 90 suffered a disas- trous defeat. The game with ' 88, which was to decide the class championship, was close and exciting and ended in a draw, each side having scored four points, but (to use a trite expression) the result might have been different had not the slippery ground prevented — ' 89 ' s — backs from scoring again ; as it was we tied for the class championship. During this winter we bought our class sled, and many have been the pleasant rides we have had on it, and many the upsets from it when our Southern representatives under- took to steer it. It was about this time that Veeder, our foot-ball player and hard student, who in his third year at College, found 30 himself in the Sophomore class, left us, and great was our regret as we were told that Ve dcrsi not hope to have him longer with us. On the 1st of April we assembled at one of Philadelphia ' s fashionable restaurants for our first class supper, and an enjoy- able affair it was with the affable Bond as toast-master. This was the occasion on which we discovered that the righteous Billy O. would stoop to smoke tobacco, and that our Prohibi- tionist thought the Sorbet a la Finelli right good. With the beginning of spring we organized our base-ball team and easily succeeded in taking the class championship. In cricket we had several men on the College Elevens ; and that we worked hard is attested by the fact that the Second Eleven bat was awarded to Griscom, the Second Eleven belt to Branson, and the Improvement bat to Banes. Almost simultaneously with the budding of the leaves, our George became our bearded Reade. For long months he had pondered over the ancient maxim, Never to strike a beard when it ' s down ; and although he had not before obeyed it, he now decided to do so, but with startling results ; for between it — that is the down — and his silk hat, which kept him four days at Atlantic City, as George did not dare to venture out in the rain with his treasure — that is the hat — George became a very noticeable figure. Such was his excessive modesty, however, that he removed both the hat and the down before Sophomore Day, for he well knew that with them both on, and a front seat on the platform, he would be the only object of attention for the fair ones in the audience, and he wanted to give the other fellows some show. About this time Wilson Smith, our versatile character, hard student, great athlete and social light, was obliged to leave college on account of his health, broken down, it was thought, by that same overwork which has been the bane (not Banes) of our Senior year. Sophomore Day, the great event of this year, now occu- pied our attention, and to our great satisfaction proved an unexampled success. Besides being an entirely novel affair — for it was the first of its kind, and no cla.ss has since 31 attempted to equal it — it was the first Class entertainment at Havcrford to have the after-feature in Founders Hall, which has since become so popular. Thus, the second year of our course came to an end, and with it Bond the fast, Causey the handsome, Firth the crusader against tobacco, and Griscom the ruddy, left the kind and watchful influence of ' 89, and launched out for theni elves into the wide and wicked world. On the day we returned to Ilaverford as Juniors we were at once struck by the sad fiict that since we had last seen him, Kid ' Morris ' s nose had been knocked out of joint ; but we soon discovered the cause. Kid was no longer the baby of the class, for Artie Leeds, the infant phenomenon and scientist, had entered the class and claimed his just title. Haughton, too, the little divine, put in an appearance at this time, and by his beauty — he wore a moustache then — and his genial manners, — but no, he ' s very modest, and I must spare him. Our classmate, the Baron W. Emanuel Smith, who for two years had nothing but his pistol to protect him from the attacks of his classmates, at this time brought his ■Prince to Haverford, in order to guard more securely against the onslaughts of Banes, who roomed next door. Prince, however, was not much of a success in the protecting line, for he liked the janitor better than he did Walter Emanuel, and soon became fonder of the class-rooms, laboratories, and Banes, than of the narrow quarters his master provided for him ; and he veiy decidedly preferred to follow an enticing whittle rather than to feel the weight of Walter Emanuel ' s cane. As the Baron found, at the end of the Junior year, that Prince had been a failure, he likewise concluded that the class was a failure, and left for Harvard, where he hoped to be appreciated. In athletics, this year was one of unexampled success ; we won every game we played, and consequently every class championship. At foot-ball, ' 90 and ' 91 fell before us in quick succession, and when ' 88 met our team she too, not- withstanding her boasts and pecuniary backing, suffered a 32 defeat. At base-ball, after twice beating both ' 90 and ' gi, we found ourselves the champions once more, as ' 88 did not even venture to compete with us. When cricket became again the all-absorbing game, ' 91 suffered a disastrous defeat from us, and a little later, after a hotly contested and exciting match, ' 90 added one more to her list of routs, and as ' 88, for the second time, failed to produce a team to play us, we won that match by default, and became the possessors of the Class Championship Ball. The First Eleven prize belt was awarded this year to Burr, and the Second Eleven bat to Tommy Evans. In tennis, too, the Evans brothers carried off the doubles, and had there been other championships to take, our teams would have been there to get them. Nor were our victories confined to athletics only ; for Dave held the pie-eating record this year, and Herb Morris clearly demonstrated to the college that he could take more cake from the dining-room in one week than any other two men could in a month. Fite and Goodwin too, were the champion love birds this winter; and it was simply delight- ful to hear them analyze each other ' s character. Noticing that we had won so many games and wishing to make us appreciate the fact that even victories have their unpleasant sides, our kind professor gave us ' ' Victories of the Mind for a theme- subject ; but even that did not beat us, for Kid certainly managed to scofe one when he worked into his theme that favorite and oft heard quotation — As I and all other sensible men think. Our class supper came off in February, and you can all imagine what a jolly one it was from the fact that after three absent-minded punsters had remarked in succession that the Patties a la Toulouse were too loosely put together, and we had each time laughed, when a fourth time the remark was made we all laughed once more, and no one thought of reminding the punster that he was behind the times. Our Rav too, gave us a feed in his room a short time afterwards, and, wily fellow that he is, sent by his faithful Nutty an offering ot viands, rich and sweet, to the Professor rooming too near for convenience. It is needless to say that although the soumi of revelry was heard that night, we were undisturbed. 33 During this winter the Haverford College Glee Club was formed, and to its members from ' 89 its prosperity has to a great extent been due. Learninsf from the past experience of the College that quality is decidedly to be preferred to quantity, we chose our seven best speakers to take part in our Junior Exercises, and well indeed was the honor of the class sustained. During this year we worked hard, especially in reading current literature in the Political Economy class, where Kid asserted his individuality by refusing to answer to the name of Lewis Morris and the Historian calmly reposed while the name of Newkirk was thundered down the hall. Billy O., our authority on Bible History, shocked us about this time by stating in a Scripture recitation that St. Paul went from Miletus to Chaos; and how we admired his cheek when he attempted to prove to the Professor of Chem- istry that he, Billy O., knew more about the subject than his instructor. So our Junior year came to an end; and when we returned to college last fall two familiar faces were wanting ; the Baron had gone, and Billy Ev ans our great left fielder and phenom- enal batsman, was missing. We now, however, know his whereabouts, (for further information concerning him, consult Town Topics, Harvard Sporting Netus, etc.) but Painter, who has ruined the Sutherland Sisters by proving that their In- vigorator is not infallible, had appeared among us, and his chum, the golden-haired Todhunter, not content with the limited opportunities offered him in ' 90, left that class and joined himself unto us. Being the Senior class, the duty of running the College now devolved upon us, and our first act was to start the organization of the Haverford College Campaign Club, with Herbert Morris as Marshal ; to the efforts of this organization have been ascribed the overwhelming majorities which West Chester, Wayne and Berwyn, cast for Harrison, Morton and Victory last autumn. 34 When the Freshmen showed signs of insubordination we at once took the matter in hand, and they were soon brought to a true appreciation of their position. In fact, we ran the College, and have been doing so up to the present moment with great efficiency. With six men on the College foot-ball team, five on the cricket First, and four on the Second Eleven, with four on the base-ball team, to say nothing of a large majority in the Glee Club, and those in the Dancing Class, it is evident that whatever successes the College has had this year, have mainly been achieved through the efforts of ' 89. At the first Sports held on our track last fall, ' 89 took a majority of the prizes, as was the case again this spring, mainly through the efforts of our Tommy Thompson. This modest boy — a thing of beauty and a joy forever — in the fall Sports kept three, and at the spring Meet four, first prizes for himself. At foot-ball our usual luck attended us, and as we had a man in the class who could kick goals, while ' 90 had not, the Juniors fell before us, and after them ' 91 and ' 92 gave us but little trouble and wc became the first possessors of the ' 88 Championship Foot-Ball Cup. Billy Overman left us about the middle of the year, not, as we at first supposed, in order to ascertain whether marriage is a failure, but simply to become an every-day pedagogue ; and, although he is not here to-night — he ' s now putting the boys to bed at Girard College — he has some sense, and is coming back to graduate with us. When the base-ball season opened we got up a team ; and though all our energies were centred on cricket, the college game, we nevertheless defeated ' 91 and ' 92 with ease, and, even with a disabled team, gave the Juniors a hard rub for the championship. In cricket we treated the College to a surprise, for, after having defeated ' 91, we met the Freshmen and piled up one hundred and thirteen runs against them ; Nutty ' s perfect defense being good for forty. The Freshmen, although they had several First Eleven men, could not do an)thing against our phenomenal bowler Evans, and the side was retired for 35 forty-two. As ' 90 failed to produce a team to play us, we have become, for the second time, the possessors of the Class Championship Ball. Stokes was awarded the First Eleven belt, and Tommy Evans once more captured the Second Eleven bat. Since winning the cricket championship, we have all passed our final examinations. We have sent our Todhunter to the wild west in order to deliver an oration on current and religi ous topics. I might add that Todhunter ' s bump of acquisitiveness has so increased that, not content with one degree, he must needs strike for two in one week — he thinks he will be more appreciated in the wild west and so has gone there to deliver his oration. We have held our third class supper, effected a permanent organization, elected the spoon man and, unless we fall from grace within the next forty- eight hours, hope to graduate. 36 Cass po nn By Charles H. Burr, Jr. T is a joyous task of niine To sing of thee, O Eighty-nine ; Ever may all powers combine, Bringing success to thee and thine ; Long may thy foes in secret pine ; Long may thy glories live and shine Ever may we keep a shrine In our hearts, and there entwine Memories of Eighty-nine. Yet how is it that 1 should dare, Though even at my classmates ' prayer, To take the task that ' s now my care ; To sing in merry Psalms The jokes and breaks and pranks Of Billie and the Toms Of Teddie and the Franks? It is because my Class is such That though I call on some, not all, And of that all a portion small, I may e ' en then speak Icrg end much The Class that you see is aye known not for words, but for deeds ; A Class whom no obstacle hinders, no danger impedes. A Class which could choose, If e ' er to amuse It deigned to use The words of a boaster, Its record in ball, Its victories all, Which ne ' er would recall The feats of a coaster. First then let me say that I do not propose nor design, In speaking to-night of the men who compose Eighty-nine To make them all heroes and saints, free from mischief and guile, To show them to you in their holiday manners and style,. 37 But just as we know them to be in their ev ' ry-day life ; Some eager for work, some desiring the cricket-field ' s strife, And now, so that jealousy may not exist, Throughout let us follow the catalogue ' s list. So FIRST at head of all the Class stands one Who is the neatest boy beneath the sun ; Whose toilet always is performed with care ; Whose look — but no, I stop. That charming hair, That kindly smile are quite beyond compare. And oft and oft I wonder whether The stove-pipe and the patent leather, Or jockey cap and cricket outfit Be the neater and completer. For nothing ever could be sweeter Than lovely Robbie B. in either. Our Rob was once a Cleveland man, most gay. But when despair came o ' er his leader ' s band, ' Tis said he threatened then to leave this land. And Harrison requested him to stay. And lastly, veiled in deepest mystery. Are all his plans. IS ' o one can guess or see What he intends. He thinks no labor vain Which may prevent his aims from being plain. And thus perplexing some, and madd ' ning some, A great conundrum Robbie has become. SECOND is one as yet unknown to fame. And still he always gets there just the same. In cricket foremost, much he helped to bring To us the glorious victories of this Spring. Then, too, as Captain of the foot-ball team — One which of all we ' ve had the best did seem — He showed himself both strong and quick and bold. And led it on to triumphs manifold. In both societies he takes his part And all he does, he does with all his heart. Foremost in every helpful forward plan. He is a splendid type of a spoon-man ; And true it is our gatherings lose their charm If there not present be our worthy Tom. Our THIRD— but no, it will not do for me To tell my thoughts of Nutty. For you see That if I did you might not quite agree ; Since some small difference, I fear, Might be in your and my idea. So you must not be vexed If I pass to the next. 38 Our FOURTH is Bill, that only Billie D., Who has the sweetest beard you e ' er did see : Of room-mates kind the kindest far is he, For, always armed with dust-pan and with brush He follows Herbert when he ' s in a rush, And cleans up all that ' s left both small and great. Then, too, of music he ' s so fond that late At night oft into bursts of song he ' ll break And all his slumbering comrades thus awake. Then early in the morn his song doth rise And from the neighb ' ring rooms up to the skies Fly blessings and discordant sounds and cries. Yet, when to us he ' s asked to sing or play, Our modest Hero ever answers Nay. Our FIFTH is Tom, the Beauty of the Class, And, as it is with ev ' ry pretty lass, Whatever ' s going on he likes to know, Th ' affairs of other men to hear, and so Most kindly he devotes his time and might To put the business of his classmates right. And it is wrong for this, to grow less fond Of him, for who could mind our blue-eyed Blonde ? He has a story, too, which is most smart, Of certain trees which are nearer apart. Besides, a great inventor ' s Tom they say, To cut one ' s bangs he ' s found the proper way. But there is this little story true. Which his nature wholly will tell you : Our Tom went to a ball one night. And there he met a maiden bright. What if he did ? He could not find for her a chair. And so they sat upon the stair. What if they did ? Tom grew quite tender there, they say. And acted in a tender way. What if he did ? And when had passed this scene of love, The girl went to the room above. What if she did ? And up to her, her friends did run And asked what ' twas that Tom had done. What if they did ? 39 And then the maiden did reply, With blushing cheek and sparkling eye : What if he did? Our SIXTH a young Divinity student is, And though you mighty expect him quiet and mild, An awful black mustache adorns his phiz, And gives to him an air quite fierce and wild. Such is his nature, too. And if his soul Be ever filled with seething, boiUng wrath At you, if you have dared to cross his path, Oh then, pray God to keep your body whole ! Why once we heard him say. If one should touch his gown That he would then straightway That bold one shoot right down. ' Twas thus he threatened WiUie O., When Willie was a gallant beau. You would not think it but ' tis true, he ' ll bite, For he is very, very full of Fife. NEXT Warren comes, an orator by Fate Ordained. Not to the Everett alone Does he confine his powers. So have they grown That in the class-room he doth now debate. And thence he came most near to going out By just expressing once his modest doubt. In arguing we all admit his skill, For e ' en though vanquished he can argue still. In sandy Jersey he was reared, and there He drank in prohibition with the air. And ever since it ' s been his constant care To read it, speak it, preach it, everywhere. In fact, whatever may be said or done. Full surely Whiskers always takes the bun. EIGHTH is Victor, Need I say more ? Our NINTH is Frank the busy. Wise and great Is he in managing affairs of state. Whatever ' s done he doth anticipate. And as committee-man he hath no mate. In short this mighty difference you ' ll find ' Twixt Frankie and the rest of human kind — That many scheme to shirk But Frankie schemes to work. Our TENTH is skilled in ev ' ry argument. But, like a few whom fate perchance has sent Across your path, he ' s always far more bent 40 On silencing than on convincing him With whom he talks. Besides up to the brim His mind ' s filled with peculiar things; of seeds, Of plants, of trees, he knows the names and needs, ' Tis true, in botany he ( s) surely Leeds. ELEVENTH is our Dan, our Class ' s pride, With whom not one at Haverford has vied. And whom success has crowned whate ' er he ' s tried. TWELFTH comes our father Herb, revered and grand. Paternally he rules with strongest hand. Sedate and grave in awful majesty. This calm is ruffled, all his friends agree. By charming maidens and by choc ' late rake ; And of the latter he will often take What would suffice for almost all mankind, And whither it does vanish none can find. Herb is, I ' ve said, much of a ladies ' man — And, if there be some one who doubts, he can Convince himself, I ' ll tell him how — he must Sometime when Herb is wrapped in mem ' ries, just Approach and nestle closely to his side And see what will betide. Our THIRTEENTH ' s Kid Morris, who used oft to come And lounge in our studies, the sweet little dear ; How glad were we all when we ' d see him appear ; How charmingly ' ' Sunday-School Scholar he ' d hum Time marked one more year on our Laurie ' s young brow, And lo ! he can do almost anything now. FOL ' RTEENTH is our Papa, our Willie, most grave. Sedate and majestic, most sober, yet brave. He always did speak with such dignified airs. That often I ' ve thought he ' d persuaded t.ie chairs. A prominent man was our Hero, I say. Besides, he belonged to the Y. M. C. A. But what cast round Bill such a wonderful spell, This secret will show you, which now I shall tell. Sound it through the East, Willie is in love. Sound it through the West, Willie ' s girl ' s a dove, Sound it o ' er the plains, Sound it o ' er the fields, Now our Willie pleads. Now the maiden yields. 41 Sound it o ' er the lakes, Sound it o ' er the seas, She is wooed and won, Softly blows the breeze. Josiah is our FIFTEENTH, and by his name He captivates the girls and winneth fame. Our NEXT is quite peculiar, his desire And admiration is to not admire Or to desire aught that the world can give ; He who thus acts, Frank thinks, doth truly live. Sarcastic, too, I have no doubt he ' d be If one the point could only sometimes see. The NEXT is Rav, our generous President, Who has a fondness and a natural bent For getting on the softest side of those, Both students and professors, whom he knows. He is the one, who, when he thought that work Was fast becoming far too hard for all. Neglected not his lessons nor did shirk, But tried to make those lessons small. A grave mistake was this as mankind goes. For one should seem to know twice what one knows. Yet spite of all, his classmates were content To choose him three years more their President, Most proud that he their class should represent. Our EIGHTEENTH ' s Walter George, who has great For all the maidens fair, whose charms excite |love Our Walter George to such a furious height And pitch, that when it pleased Heaven above To keep in clover-fields his sweetheart hid, He fell in love with Eighty-eight ' s own kid. Our NINETEENTH ' s David. Once I heard him sing This little song which ' U tell you ev ' rything About our Hero. Thus his words did ring : Nice indeed are Rabbits, Specially one I know ; If you doubt and question I will prove it so. Nicer still are pies. When they ' re made of mince; Oh, I ' ve made a record. Never broken since. But the nicest, surely, Are the little boys 42 From the Incubator, With their trials and joys. Our grandfather Lindley ' sthe NEXT, Whom never once have we seen vexed ; And so we all look up to him, And he, beneath his Quaker brim, Looks down on us with visage grim. Our TWENTY-FIRST is Stogdell, Stovey, Jake. Renowned for birthday parties, grand and swell ; For oh, I tell you then we loved h im well. And liked indeed to come for his own sake; And when ' twas through, we sent him up so high That he our further favors would deny. Then, too, he ' s pitcher of the base-ball nine. And all admit he is a pitcher fine. Yet all these merits great the question bring. How can such good from out of Jersey spring ? Our NEXT is Pussy, Nutty ' s fav ' rite friend ; But since his beard has come, he ' s grown to be A full-fledged Tom, who medals without end In sports has gained by his celerity ; Besides, to foot-ball he his might doth lend. Our TWENTY-THIRD is from the West, In mathematics he is best. Our NEXT is Ted, of great inventive powers. When we, two years ago, were Soph ' mores gay. He then thought out the glorious R. L. A., Which whiled away the tedious, dreary hours. Great dangers loomed before him ; very strong The opposition was, untiring, long ; Among such perils e ' en a brave man cowers. Yet what avail to veil that Vail prevailed, And now as benefactor he is hailed. Now, LAST, but not least, of our present class, Of whom uncounted tales we could amass, Comes Poo-bah Gilbert, who is said to be. By one who ought to know most certainly, The greatest fellow in society Of all at social Haverford. But still If you should ever entertain the will To test his temper, tell him you ' re perplexed And quietly ask him, Who ' s going next ? These are the men who are now Eighty-nine, Many there were who have dropped from the line. 43 There was Jansen, the smoker, and Firthy, the good ; The two brotherly Causeys, and Sachse, the pud ; There was Shuperi, the fast, and Geary, the slow ; There was Wadsy, who used to keep pictures to show ; Merry Bondy. who always his lessons did know ; There was Roddy, the cricketer ; Schwartzy, the dude ; And the Baron, who never engaged in a feud ; And the Baron ' s own Prince, who was favored with kicks ; There was magical Hermann, who used to play tricks Billy Evans, the wit, who to Harvard must go ; There was Smith, the good-natured, the lazy, the slow, Very famous as Kirky ' s retainer and ward ; There was one whose 3 ' oung death we with sorrow record. Very long might I speak of our glorious band, Very long might I tell of our victories grand. But the proofs are around you, behind and before, You have heard our true history— need I say more ? I wish to-night to leave with you one thought ; Recounting what an aged man was taught By life ' s experience. His words were few. And as he spoke, so I repeat to you : As one short autumn day has been my life. Its morning rose portending pain and strife, Dark clouds of storm beset my future way ; Where ' er I turned toil, trial, and trouble lay. Within, cold unbelief spread hopeless gloom ; In vain ' s my hfe, I thought, its goal the tomb. Then through the clouds of doubt and dull despair There broke the sun of love. Love filled the air, Doubt vanished, gloom fled, and my heart was glad ; All nature smiled in joyous sunlight clad, And love aroused my soul to thoughts of fame, I dreamed of glory and a glorious name. My life passed by its noon, its evening came. And I was now alone, alone with fame ; It failed the longing of my soul to fill ; Then shadows deepened round, the air grew chill. The sun had set: I missed its warming glow. My love was gone : it filled my heart with woe. Then, suddenly pierced through the closing night The mem ' ry of the sun. Its borrowed light Told me the sun still shone. The thought was born : The world ' s revolving to a nobler dawn. And in another, better world than this We ' ll meet again where all is love and bliss. 44 Hy Warxkk H. Fitk. adip:s and Gentlemen — When your humble servant was appointed Propliet of the Class of ' 89, it became a matter of great perplexity to him how he should get his knowledge of the future. He examined the prophecies of other classes, both at Haver- ford and elsewhere, and he discovered that it was the Spirit of the Future, or the Genius of the Class, or some other strange super- natural Being that instructed the prophet in the mysteries. To be perfectly frank, I was unable to place very much faith in this sort of prophecy, and I greatly fear that some of it has never been verified. What, then, was your prophet to do ? How was he to make a prophecy which should certainly be verified ? At last, I said to myself, Let us have reasonable, common- sense prophecy. Every time I enter a street car I see the advertisement in large letters Common-Sense Shoes. Now prophecy is a much older art than shoemaking, and if the prophets can ' t give us common-sense prophecy they are certainly behind the times. Now common-sense prophecy is just this— reasoning from cause to effect. Given the facts to produce the consequences. There is something very certain about this sort of prophecy. If an acorn is planted in the ground you may prophesy an oak. Who ever heard of an apple tree growing from an acorn ? Well, then, the facts of this case are before you in the members of the Class. I assure you they are all facts ; and 45 when I explain the facts and show the consequences to whicli they lead, I feel certain that every one will be convinced by the immutable laws of logical sequence that the predictions I have made are the veritable futures of the Class of ' 89. Vhose future shall I first predict ? Whose else but that of our worthy I ' resident, Mr. Ravencl ? There is a peculiar appropriateness in choosing this gentleman first in a prophecy developed according to the logical method because we have not only present facts from which to argue, but the avowed intentions of the gentleman himself to verify our reasoning. Now the present fact of the case is simply this : the gentle- man is overworked. Yes, this is a fact easily evident to any one who will examine the case. The gentleman is over- worked. Now apply the system of logical reasoning. When a man is overworked what does he do ? He takes a rest, of course. Therefore, I prophesy that Mr. Ravenel will take a rest. And now right here is the glory of the logical method. I have proven to you by sound logic that the gentleman will take a rest. Can I support my argument by facts? I can. If you will consult the college records you will find that Mr. Ravenel is entered for a post-graduate course. At the end of the year he will receive the degree of Master of Arts, which will certify that he has rested for one year and complied with certain other nec essary requirements. But I must tell you of the great event in Mr. Ravenel ' s life. It would be too tedious to give all the steps of the argument, but I know you will trust that the logic is sound. The scene is laid in the United States Senate. It is the occasion when a vote is to be taken on Senator Ravenel ' s great bill against overwork. The Senator makes a final speech. It is a great speech. For four hours and a half he explains to them the theory and practice of overwork. He shows them that they are the overworked fathers of an overworked nation. In impassioned tones he cries, Why not destroy this octopus whose far-reaching arms have marred so many interests ? At the end of the speech the Senate decides that it is overworked. The bill passes. Work is prohibited throughout the nation for two years, under penalty. Senator Ravenel retires into private life loaded with honors. What shall I say now about bearded Reade ? He is 46 called bearded Reade because he has no beard. Well, I prophesy that before many years, by a course of logical evolution, his name will have become W. Geori e Adam Japhct Readc. Now how do I know this ? Here attain, you may see tlie beauties of this system of prophecy by logical reasoning. When George was a small boy his name was spelled R-E-A-i). But when he grew older and became a very well-educated boy, his name was spelled r-e-a-d-e — which caused many of the illiterate in the class to call him Readie. There are various theories to account for the change. One is, that after George became a very well- educated boy, he met one summer a girl whose name was Emily or Evelina or P lizabeth, or some name beginning with E and finding that he could not persuade the dear girl to take his name he decided to take as much of her name as he con- veniently could and so added the letter e. Another theory is that E stands for English you know. But I reject both of these theories and prefer that which George gives, namely, that he added the letter e because the name was anciently spelled in that way. Now what is the next step ? It must be evident that before long George must meet that book which some of us have read — the book of Genesis — and he will find there that the ancient name of the family was Adam. He will read further. He will find that a great many of our family were destroyed by a flood. He will find that, of the remaining branches of the family, that part which is in this country is mostly descended from Japhet. Then George will rise up in triumph, hasten to the engraver, and have his cards printed with the full family name — W. George Adam Japhet Reade — with Noah ' s ark, the family coat of arms, in the corner. To go one step more in logical sequence, you can easily see that one who so carefully preserves the ancient name must be a firm upholder of conventionality, and this is so. Mr. Reade is nothing if not conventional. He will publish shortly a small volume under the title Conventionality under Unusual Cir- cumstances. One of the paragraphs is headed How to meet a girl one has seen on the train without being unconventional. He advises the student of conventionality to seek a friend who is acquainted with the young lady and address him thus: My Dear Fellow, Two seats in front of me on the train this morning 47 I saw a cliarming girl of your acquaintance. Whenever she turned to speak to her friends who sat in the seat between us, our eyes met and I know she wants to meet me. Next Sunday, after church, you had better walk home with her and talk about the weather. When she expresses her views about the weather tells her you have a friend whose views about the weather are remarkably like her own. May you not introduce him ? Of course., she will say ' Yes. And now we come to Thomas, whose surname is Branson. Who would imagine that Tommy was destined to become a lady-killer? And yet by the logical method of prophecy it is certainly true. We have only to remember these two facts, the fact named Branson and the fact that he is to study medi- cine. Putting them together now we learn the following: He will be a physician — a great specialist. His specialty will be to cure young ladies of melancholy by a new and success- ful treatment. A week after they come under Dr. Branson ' s care they will not be melancholy because they will be in that land of pure delight where saints immortal dwell. He will also cure overwork by the rest cure. The kind of rest that he will prescribe will be eternal rest. What can we say of Stovey ? His name is really John Stogdell Stokes, but we call him Stovey, because he is the little pitcher on the class nine. (And this reminds me that Stovey will very likely hear what we have to say about him, because little pitchers, you know, have big ears.) Well, Stovey will go mto the business of making breaks. Perhaps you think he will join the Westinghouse Automatic Brake Company, but I assure you that is not at all the kind of break that Stovey makes. Some one, again, thinks that Stovey will be a cricketer and will bowl his ball with a break on it, but he is wrong. The kind of break that Stovey is to make is the kind that Mr. Punch describes when he speaks of those things, you know, which one has said which one could wish had been left unsaid. It is usually described as a bad break. If any one wishes to become intimately acquainted with the kind of break that Stovey is to make, they should invite him to dine Stovey is a jolly good fellow, a fellow of infinite jest. He will amuse his host with a thousand jokes. How nicely he can get off a rare good scriptural joke at the table of a strict 48 Presbyterian, and with what wit and vivacity he can describe how those queer out-of-the-way dishes are made,Httle dreaming, unhappy man, that the next course is to contain those very dishes. And now we come to Goodwin. Goodwin, the man who wins the touchdowns for Haverford and tor ' 89 ! His future is not difficult to determine. He was born to be a reformer. Now let us be perfectly clear what we mean by the word reformer. A reformer, a plain, common-sense man would say, is one who reforms. Do we mean to say then that Goodwin is going to reform ? Alas, no ! Goodwin is not going to reform. It is not Goodwin that is to be reformed, but society at large. When he first came to college he tried to reform his classmates, but we were too wicked. Then he tried to reform the Faculty, but I fear they are still unreformed. Now, in the spirit of true chivalry, he turns his attention to Bryn Mawr College, which is becoming too worldly and fash- ionable, and he will shortly reform our Twin Star from her feminine vanities. After Bryn Mawr he will reform the Emperor of Germany and then H. R. H. Albert Edward. Afterwards he may reform himself, but the logical method does not definitely determine this point. You will read in the July Haverfordian that Billy Dunton is going into the medical profession. This is a mistake of the printer. It should be musical profession. It would be utterly illogical to suppose that our Billy, beloved of Apollo and the Muses, patron of music and the fine arts, President of the Haverford College Glee Club, could choose other than a musical career. Who could hear him sing Sunday-school Scholar and not recognize in him a born genius ? Yes, Billy will be a musician. He will be a great organist. Multi- tudes will hear him daily. Where others can draw at the most a few thousands to hear them, his audience will include the entire public. He will be more enticing than Orpheus with his lyre. The sport of the street urchin will be hushed at the sound of his music and the unaesthetic policeman will drop a tear. Perhaps some one will ask in what church he will play, that he may go to hear him ; but he will not play a church-organ. His organ will be what is popularly known as a hand-organ. It will be turned by a crank, and if any of 49 you should meet Billy turning the organ I hope you will not forget to drop a five-cent piece and toss a cracker to the monkey. There ' s a man in the class named Nuts or Nutty. His real name is Burr, and why he should be called Nutty I really don ' t know. Some say it is because one gets the nuts from the burr when the burr is cracked, but I really don ' t wish to express an opinion on the matter. Well, you may easily foretell what Nutty will be if you will remember his favorite studies. When he first came to college he used to tell us what George Eliot and thought about writing novels- A little later we learned that Shakespeare and , and Goethe and had the correct idears of poetry. Now we learn that I and Socrates have always thought alike, and that and Herbert Spencer differ on some points of philosophy and ethics. This will show you the direction of Nutty ' s studies and you may easily see that he is to be an oculist. An ocul ist ? someone exclaims. None of these expressions have anything to do with anatomy. No, they have nothing to do with anatomy ; Nutty will be an oculist because, according to Webster, an oculist is one who makes a study of the I. Any one who looks upon the manly form of Tommy Thompson would say at once that he was to be a great athlete, but this is not the case. Tommy Thompson will be an astro- nomer, and will make some wonderful discoveries in the heavens. Not long ago he discovered a new dog- star. There was no doubt of the fact. Through the telescope he could plainly see the dog moving about. He called in his class- mates and they too saw the dog. They proceeded to take the right ascension and declination of the place whither the telescope was pointing. They found that, according to their computations, the telescope must be pointing directly toward the foot-ball field. Some of his class-mates said that just at that time a yellow dog could be seen walking about the foot- ball field, but I feel sure you will agree with me that this was only a falsehood inspired by envy and that Tommy really made a very wonderful discovery. But he will discover some- thing still more wonderful. Some night he will discover a flaming comet. It will be of a bright red color and will be 50 crossed by streaks in all directions. ITe will publish his dis- covery in the astronomical journal and all the astronomers of the country will look for the comet. Unfortunately, they will fail to find it and will cast doubts upon Mr. Thompson ' s dis- covery. For my part, I have implicit faith in the honesty of Mr. Thompson, and if he says that he discovers a comet I shall believe him. I do admit, however, that it is rather strange that at the very time of the discovery our golden- haired Todhunter will be standing with hi? head directly in front of the telescope. And now we come to the flower of the class, Thomas, who is also called Evans, but usually called Tommy. What more noble subject for prophecy than he ! How beautifully he exemplifies the method of prophecy by logical sequence ! The facts of his case are well known. Every one that knows Tommy knows that his distinguishing characteristic is bravery. When Tommy was a small boy he learned from a Latin sentence that fortune favors the brave and he has been following fortune steadily ever since. When he first came to college he was so brave that the Freshmen thought he was a Senior and the Seniors took him for an Alumnus of old standing. Tommy ' s favorite motto is, None but the brave deserve the fair and his most distinguished acts of bravery have been in connection with the fair. It is common, indeed, to speak of bravery as residing in the heart or the breast. Thus we speak of an undaunted breast and a stout heart. From recent observation, however, I am inclined to think that it resides in the cheek. To know that this is not a mere piece of slang but a scientific fact, we have only to remember that women and children, from whom we do not expect so much bravery as from men, have softer cheeks — at least so I am told by Tommy. So that while it is certainly more elegant and graceful to speak of a stout heart and undaunted breast, it is more scientific to speak of a hard cheek. This explains also why Tommy, although a very brave man, when smitten on the right cheek, always offers the left because it does not hurt him to be struck on either cheek. Well, to speak now of the future, one would certainly prophesy of such a man that he would perform some astonishingly brave action : and that is what he will do. A few years from now the astronomers wiU 51 predict that a comet will strike the earth and grind it to pieces. Every one is terrified. A world ' s conference is called. It is decided that the bravest man in the world shall meet the comet. Thomas is chosen. On the appointed day he is ready and in his place. Thousands have come to witness the conflict. The comet is seen in the distance approaching with fearful rapidity. It is now nearly at the earth. Thomas extends his cheek. There is a crash and a roar. Nothing is visible but smoke and sparks. The smoke clears away. Thomas stands unmoved with a slight scratch on his cheek. The comet is seen limping slowly away through space with a great gash in its side. There is no man .in college of such varied and elegant accomplishments as Mr. Dave Reinhardt. In cricket, base- ball and foot-ball he is a master hand. He is also a man of scholarly tastes, and by his wonderful skill in foretelling the exact questions to be asked in examination, has helped many a longing student in the pursuit of knowledge. This year he has been employed at the Grammar School in amusing the kids and teaching them cricket and base-ball. But his wonderful athletic achievements are all eclipsed when he enters the Dining-Hall. In mince pies and ice cream he holds the record both for speed and quantity. To see a mince pie disappear under Dave ' s manipulation is a veritable exhibition of the black art. Here stands a mince pie. Presto ! — there is no mince pie. I think it must be evident, then, that Dave is be a gastronomer. I hope no one will confuse this with astronomer. An astronomer is one who studies the stars — a gastronomer studies the stomach. He will be a distinguished member of the American Society of Gastronomers. His famous paper on How to eat five plates of cream with two spoons, will long be remembered. When Billy O. came to college we put the usual question to him — What was his object in coming to college ? Billy told us that it was to prepare himself for a position as a companion to a lady. He has increased his natural capabilities in that direction by long and diligent exercise. So well trained is he that the most accomplished modiste is unable to fashion a garment which will fit a lady ' s waist better than Billy ' s arm. Therefore I can do nothing better than prophesy that Billy will 52 obtain his ambition of being a companion to a lady. The contract will be performed according to the Friends ' ceremony, and his class-mates will be invited to the wedding. I think that by this time I must have given a sufficient number of examples to establish your confidence in the logical method of prophecy. I must hurriedly pass over the remaining men, believing that you will trust the accuracy of the reasoning without asking for the steps. A few months ago little Laurie Morris came out from town and said: I ' m i8 now, and I can do almost anything. Consequently, if one were to ask What will Laurie do in the future? the answer would be, Almost anything. There seems to be little doubt that Stevens is to be an antiquarian. Those that know him must be convinced that there is no man living who has such profound and intimate knowledge of ancient jokes as Stevens. Gilbert Wood will be engaged in maintaining the honor of the New York 400, while Bobby Banes will perform a like duty for Philadelphia. Herb Morris will keep a pastry shop, while Vail will distinguish himself as a whistling soloist. Haughton will be a great light of the Democratic party. I could go on and expand indefinitely the logical method, but I know that the steady application of logical reasoning tires the mind, and I will bring the prophecy to a close now for fear you should be o -erworked. 33 Baccalaupeate Address OF Dr. Francis B. Gummere. DEtlVEREO TO THE GRADUATING CLASS, JUNE 25. 1889. LATIN epigram tells us that studies pass into char- acter — abcunt stitdia in mores! ' These words are quoted in Bacon ' s famous essay on Studies, and they are also inscribed over one of the doors in the Memorial Hall at Cambridge, not far fiom those tablets which tell how men of Harvard translated heroic precept into deed. Such a motto seems to have peculiar fitness for the aim and labors of a college. Direct results of study, such as the acquisition of certain facts, and even the training of certain mental powers, can hardly be said to have a permanent place ; they are pushed aside by new interests and easily vanish from active custom into memory. But here we are told that our studies pass into character, and become an abiding part of that sum of habits, duties and impulses which the Latin includes in this word mores! ' People are fond of making an antithesis between character and intellect ; but here we have the activity of the intellect passing into the balance- wheel of character. Indeed, we may say that studies develop a certain character in and of the intellect. For this character we have no good name ; we might say habit of thought, but the term lacks flexibility. Let us rather take another word, which, although not free from misleading associations, has the merit of authority, — the word sentiment. Now it has always been one of the most important functions of the college to create sentiment. With certain phases of this sentiment we are all familiar. We know the sentiment for one ' s class ; the easy toleration of 54 one ' s professors ; the sentiment for one ' s college itself, that more emphatic bond which to institutions like Harvard is worth a cool two or three hundred thousand every year : all these we know, or, as in the case of the last mentioned senti- ment, should know if we saw them. But there is a far higher sentiment than these. The college is exerting its noblest in- fluence when it creates a definite sentiment, and then animates its children to follow a line of conduct by which they impress this sentiment upon the world. Of course, there is a gross and obvious side of this sentiment, a sort of flavor by which we detect a man ' s intellectual origins. For example, I had the pleasure one day, in a Berlin lecture-room, to sit between two of my young countrymen. One stated that his business in Germany was just to knock about and pick up a few crumbs ; he could not say that he had done anything or was likely to do anything ; the whole undertaking was rather a farce, and so forth. This man, who, by the way, soon after- wards came out with a brilliant piece of literary work, was un- mistakably of the Harvard pattern. My other neighbor was much more explicit. His special subject, he said, was physics and he intended to do it up thoroughly ; meanwhile he was also working at philology and mathematics, and in his leisure moments kept an eye upon the common-school system of Germany. Could one for a moment doubt that this Lochinvar had come out of the west, — the bounding west ? But these are trifles, and we must look higher for the best outcome of the sUuiia working in and through the mores. Some of you, perhaps, heard Matthew Arnold call up in his inimitable way the Oxford of forty years ago — the Oxford of Newman and Keble, — heaid him describe the great movement which then went forth from her, and the great voices which then filled her air. Or perhaps you have read how this same Arnold, free lance of criticism, assailant of bishops, pays reverent homage to the Oxford sentiment, that sentiment for sweetness and light which has made her thetriend of so many beaten causes. To create such a sentiment, I say, is among the noblest offices of a college. Here it is that we have the best results of the process where studies pass into character. Here is an influence purely academic in origin, definite and strong, yet able to hold together such diverging 55 characters as the Roman Cardinal and the disciple of Ste. Beuve. Men of the Class of 1S89, the freshman of the faculty does not intend to offer any advice even to the freshmen of the Alumni. If you expect ' your orator to compress the practical wisdom of all your four years into a convenient little bundle of advice, he will bitterly disappoint you. Rather, with your permission, he is going to confine his words to this matter of college sentiment. He asks your consideration of two things: How much of this sentiment has Haverford given you ; and how much of her gift will }-ou keep and use when you are out in the world ? This place is not Oxford, you ha ' e listened to no New- man, the traditions gathered through centuries of grave cloistered life have not been yours; and yet Haverford has her own spirit and her own traditions ; she stands for her own ideas ; she creates or tries to create a definite sentiment. Threefold is this sentiment ; in the main intellectual, but play- ing at its extremes into the physical and the spiritual. Of the latter it is not mine to speak . . . but surely there is no one here who does not feel a throb of pride if he can boast himself sprung from the loins of men who were Quaktrs in the day when Quakerism meant shame, disaster, death ; men who stopped the mouths of lions, and of whom the world was not worthy ; men at least deserving so much of us, their descend- antSj that we should not let their light go out, an ineffectual taper, in the dark. Is our Quakerism a coat-of-arms, a patent of respectability, a background; or is it a history, an inspira- tion and a hope ? Or, take the physical sentiment of Haverford, and tell me where to find its rival. If this is true that Landor says : We are what sun and wind and waters make us, The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills Fashion and win their nursling with their smiles, — tell me where are better materials for men than here ? Here in the flooding sunshine of these lawns, under the shadow of these memorial trees, alike in the royalty and pomp of sum- mer or in the naked sincerity of winter, here are forces that should by right go to the making of sound men. We are all one, we men of Haverford, about this physical sentiment which 56 she gives us. Let the voices of the world sound never so loud, they can not drown for us the click of bat and rattle of bails, the sway and shout of the imminent deadly breach in the line at foot-ball, the rustle of October leaves along the slopes of Darby Creek, or the sharp ring of steel in that nearer lowland where Pont-Reading gives its first shy tribute for our pleasure : these things shall abide with us alwa3 ' s. Dear, however, as we may reckon this physical back- ground of our college labors, we know that it is or should be nothing more than a background ; while the chief effort of academic discipline aims to create inclination and sentiment for the intellectual life. The other day, men unveiled in Rome the statue of one of those great martyrs whose blood has been the seed of our mental freedom, a dreamer and a thinker, who died rather than go about with fetters on his soul. Certain words of his about the intellectual life form the motto of Hamerton ' s well-known book, and glow with such a pas- sion for plain living and high thinking, that they justif) ' even the dead language and this second-hand quoting : ' ' pro qua, h.Q cvIqs ' pro q?ia inciirisse non piget laborcs, doiorrs, exiliuDi ; quia laiwraudo profui, cxidaudo didici. Quia inveni ill brevi laborc diutuniavi requiem, in levi dolore immensum gaudium, inaugusto exilic patriam amplissiuiani ' — For whose .sake I reck not of toil, nor grief, nor exile, seeing that in my labor I have profited and in my exile I have learned; because in my brief labor I have found a lasting peace, in my light dolor an unmeasured joy, in narrow exile a country without bounds ! The piety of the intellect, is Emerson ' s definition of poetry ; but surely the phrase applies far better to those burning words of Giordano Bruno. Such passion of thought, such devotion to ideas or an idea, the world has always needed just as much as it has needed its great reformers, its great discoverers and inventors ; and to keep fresh the traditions and the manifestations of this sentiment is the highest function of a college. From the days when education was all monastic, down to this day when it is breaking its last affilia- tions with the monastic spirit, the aim of collegiate education has been to cherish the intellectual life, to foster this piety of the intellect, to stimulate noble sentiment. But all this is rhetoric. Let us apply the test of practice. 57 Shoulder your brave bundle of sentiment, leave this college, go out into the world as it is in the year of grace, 1889, and see what the world will say to you and your ideas. You will find about as much chance for them as poor old Parson Adams found for his volume of sermons. The college creates sentiment; but sentiment is a commodity for which our age has very little use. The ancient good is uncouth. Sentiment is out of print, and nobody calls for a new edition. Other palms are won in a race where sentiment and ideas count for nothing ; and we are beginning to see what poor notions of greatness were held by our forefathers. Some time ago, a newspaper reporter was told by one of our famous money- kings, that while the fathers of the republic did well enough for their day, they could not begin to compare in true great- ness with the hearts of oak who manage our liuge modern railway systems . . . Here he paused, but let us come to the rescue of millionaire modesty and instance Wabash or the earlier triumphs of Erie. Take that quotation about the intellectual life, the dolors and the exile and the triumph, and imagine it in a modern mouth ; we at once see how absurd poor Bruno really was. Andre Zeiten, andre Lieder ; and the last songs are the best. Shall we then call sentiment one with sentimentalit}-, and shall we conclude that the effort of this college to give you the enthusiasm for ideals has all been labor lost ? To answer this is your orator ' s single task ; and the best way to find an answer is to ask the question not only of our own generation, but also of an age that believed in sentiment. Let us turn from 1889, and ask a question or two of 1789. I need not remind you of the great political movements of that time, nor insist upon the fact that sentiment and ideas were then the great levers of empire. But how was it with private under- takings ? What issues of life, aside from mone)--making, beckon you to-day? A centur) ago young men went out into a world seething with new ideas, laboring with new hopes; they chose not an occupation, but a career. Who but a maniac would think nowadays of going to Russia that he might help an oppressed race? Yet a century ago, Wordsw orth, whose later life was content with the horizon of a north- country cottage, set off, all fire and hope, to help the patriots 58 of France; and even the sober old Tory thrills in after life to think of it, and tells us in the Prelude — bliss was it in that dawn to be alive. A splendid idealism was everywhere bursting over the sober walks of politics and trade. On the heels of prosaic Walpole came fiery Pitt. Winckelmann had just awakened ancient art; Lessing had revived the world of criticism ; Kant was marking out anew the bounds of human knowledge; and science was just about to make that union with imagination, which has created the fortunes of the nine- teenth century. Men were beginning to find keys to every door; sealed chambers were flung open, and dateless mysteries were brought to light. But this, you tell me, was the work of intellect. Where was the sentiment ? P verywhere. In the intellect, pervading it, ennobling it. The life-blood of our dearest modern institutions comes from the heart of that movement, which we can still feel throbbing in the pages of Werther or the songs of Robert Burns. Indeed, it seems to me that we must place higher than any intellectual achieve- ments the vigor of the sensibilities and the play of the emotions permitted to that happier time. Everything was full of a magnificent ardor. In 1824, when it was all over, and the reaction had set in, and Europe, in the clutch of the Holy Alliance, was doing penance for her dreams, Goethe looked back and praised the days of his youth. I thank heaven, he cried, that I am not young in this artificial time. . . When I was eighteen, Germany was eighteen too, and there was still a chance to do something, da Hess sick nocli etzvas machciir Our modern men of letters dine and wine one another ; but we may look in vain for the spirit which prompted Lessing ' s fine burst of feeling when he heard of the death of Winckelmann : That is the second man of letters, within a short time, to whom I would willingly have given a couple of years out of my own life. Lastly, through all this stir in thought and feeling, blos- somed forth a fine flower of reverence and respect for high ideals. Ihis Goethe, himself no dreamer of dreams, but to the core a child of his time, embodied in Wilhelm Meister not only the great lesson that life is an art, and every man, in shaping his life by an ideal, can be an artist, but also the supreme lesson of reverence, reverence for what is below us, 59 about us, and above us. Another poet of that day, Schiller, the poet of ideals, preached many brave words in the same fashion ; but none was greater than the farewell message which he makes his Posa send to the young Don Carlos. This famous message from the world-worn counselor to the ardent prince deserves to be writ large over every gateway through which youth passes into manhood : Tell him that when he is a man he must reverence the dreams of his youth. Put money in thy purse, calls modern life. Reverence the dreams of your youth ! is the parting cry of your college ; keep them fresh, appl}- them to daily life, and insist upon their validity, although your whole life long }-ou find yourself, like that Oxford sentiment, laboring for beaten causes. Jlctrix causa diis placuit, scd vicia Catomy Ideas have made every new epoch ; ideas will make the twentieth century; and } ' ou can do your part in making those ideas. I know that all this has a thin and unreal sound ; and the downright man, the man who believes that there are just twenty-four hours in every da}-, and just one hundred cents in every dollar, will ask for a prose translation of these phrases. But let him consider one thing. However it came about, certain it is that this world cannot get along with prose alone. The soldier on the march, the sailor at his windlass, they will not move their best without a bit of music or a song. In just the same way, men do not move along the track of progress simply by seeing something to do, and finding a way to do it. Not until some dreamer has pointed out the path, not till some seemingly idle player has struck out the music, are the practical men in case to do their work. So, in this smaller world. The practical man sees boys hammering at their Greek, stumbling over their angles and orbits, bumping through two years of modern languages, only to break down in their first attempt to order a dinner in German, and the practical man draws his conclusions. What he does not see is that this college work is keeping open the communica- tions between our own time and the best things and thoughts of all other times .... that while perhaps only one boy in a hundred or in five hundred touches the real Plato, just that one touch may redeem an age from some fatal limitation. What the practical man does not see is that every college 60 graduate must have felt at lea st some faint attraction towards the line of truth, must have corrected in some degree the working tendency of his time. In short, let us put on a high I lanc the work which your college has done for you ; only in this wa - can you keej) faith in its value. In countless German and other popular tales we meet cases where a mortal does some service for supernatural folk, and receives payment in what seems to him a handful of chips or shavings or other worthless matter. He throws it scorn- fully away; but a bit of it falls into his shoe, or catches in his garment, and when, a few hours later, he discovers .this, it turns out to be purest gold. You have worked your four years of service in the academic world, and to-day you take your w ages and go out into life. The first rude tests are sure to make this intellectual currency seem worthless .... but do not be too hasty in condemning it. You may one day cherish every scrap and fragment of it which }-ou can find. If, moreover, out of this college world ycu take a certain unrest, a hope, a dream, something which in your best moments seems a personal and definite shape beckoning you to follow to that country which Bruno was so proud and glad to tread, be careful how you talk of credulity and folly and illusions, Tell him that when he is a man, he is to reverente the dreams of his youth. 6i
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