Morning journal and courier., 1881-06-29

the University club.
 '61. This class met with Prof. Dexter, of Yale, among those present being Moulthrop D. Sheldon of Colorado Springs, Col. for merly of this city: Weber s. Thompson, | Pottsville, Pa. H. R. Durfee, Palmyra. N. | r.; Geo. Delp, Philadelphia, Penn. c. G. G. Merrill, New Haven
 66. The register at Gulliver's showed the | following present up to p. m.
 Judge E. B. Bennett, Hartford. Geo. s, PayBon. Frederick N. Judson, St. Louis
 J. B. Thompson, Jeannersville. La. Geo. C" C. Hoit New York Chas. M Southgate, Dedham. Mass. l
 Hsle Ns New yopn IoFt stty
 Hervey T. Sloane, New York city. Edmund Coffin, Nev York city, ". E. Wheeler, Pottsvi1le N. Y. W. Packer, Brooklyn, N. Y. Vim. D. Gallagher, Greenfield Hill, Ct. e. Livingston Bishop. Binghamton, N. Y. John E. Miller, Oxford. N. Y. Arthur O. Wolworth, Boston, Mass. J. H. Cornwall, Patterson. N. Y.
 Supper was served in the Insurance build ing.
 Fl had dinner last evening at Hills, West Haven shore. Among those present were:
 Glass of 1s71-A w. Curtis, Spencer, Mass John A. Hines, Gettysburg, Pa. Charles Reed, Ansonia Joseph Fewsmith, jr, Newark, N. J.; A. E. Todd, Chester, Mass. George P. Wiltshire, Cincinnati, o. A. F. Bradstreet, Thomaston Wm. K. Townsend, New Haven J. H. Hofecker, jr., Wilmington, Del; Henry Baldwin, New Haven; Clarence E. Beebe, New York city, N. Y.; Charles H. Peck, New Haven; Charles Lyman. Montreal, Canada; l, o. Woodruff, New York city, N. T.. Jonathan Wales, Randolph, Mass. Joseph B. Morse, New Haven
 '7s TrienniaI-PresentatI of the Cup to
 the First Born Son.
 The supper of class '78 and presentation of cup to the first born son of the class took place at the Atheneum last evening. About seventy members of the class were present. They arrived soon after o'clock, and took seats at the tables arranged length wise of the hall. Soon after the class were seated, MT. and Mrs. Joseph Hill, of Port land, Oregon, entered MT. Hill bearing in his arms beautiful boy, the first born of the class. When he entered there was gen. eral rah rah! rah! and the father, mother and son were escorted to the center of the hall in front of the stage, where seats were provided for them. MT. Taft presided, and after brief remarks in which he referred to the number of class boys. said he now called upon the first class ! boy to deliver the cup to the present class boy. John Proctor Clark then presented in elo- quent remarks beautiful silver goblet in 8 handsome morocco case to the father of the ! class boy. He doubted not that the father ! who received the gift would explain to his | son in after years the significance of this gift ! II. l., lo6o eI,s Co., &1a1 1ovo 1o bore his honored parents and the class of '7S. MT. Wm. H. Law, of this city, delivered \ the class cup poem. It was preceded by l very felicitous introductory remarks on | Babies in General.'' The poem was re- | ceived with much applause. We give DOT | ton of it as follows: To our class boy, May he enjoy course of of lifelong life long. pleasure Of this our treat In mind and memory treasure May visions bright ilume his soul And recollection's fond delight Recall the flowing of the bowl May every path in life to him Be clear is the milky way, And never, whatsoe'er his whtm, May such be turned to curds and whey. | And if misfortune come between, | And grief some sadness conjure up, Some comfort then he'll Ind, wesn- ! Some solace in this silver cup. So take this then, and guard it well, | That you may tell in after years How you became our son. | And how you came and dined with us,
 And how you filled 1t to the brim, | And then you drank 1t up. And how you held your own among | Us fellows all the night, And how you weren't the least bit sprung | No, not the least bit tight
 And how you felt 8 little dull, | And wished the thing was over,
 And felt as though to win cup
 Was not to be in clover.
 And how you trembled when it came
 To be your time to speak,
 And how, from fullness of your heart,
 Your voice would only squeak.
 And how kind friends supported you
 When from your chair you rose,
 And willing hands refreshed you too,
 And wiped your little nose
 You scarce 8 word could utter,
 Except an ab, um, AS thanks you tried to stutter
 And how you felt your bosom swell
 In consciousness of pride,
 But how you tried-youm never tell
 That consciousness to hids.
 And how a rare good speech you hsd
 which~bless me- twas indeed too bad
 Had slipped you line by line.
 But if you'd only brought crib | You'd then have been all right
 For babies are at home with those,
 Especially st night. 1 And then too when your speech was done,
 You might have tumbled in Wrapped in obtiUion
 So cherish we'll this vessel new, ! Let nothing dim its luster;
 Remember that we give it you
 Because you are buster.
 Perchance you may not like the term | Of that cannot say; 1 But yet know, az busters go, ] That you can win the day. We're proud of you because you are 1 A bouncing baby boy; We're proud because you've come to share l W.th us your cupof joy. AS yet you have not learned to look But gaze on 1t as though forsooth | You fain would drink it up. Remember, too this cup to l With care and moderation. And never it with tea abuse, Like the late administration. For tea is very well indeed like it in it's place But not with Ash such like feed | Should it a meal deface. Mo- not by total abstinence Will you arrive at fame; Such way to one 50 fond of-mik Would be found very tame. | Of moderation judge yourself There can be fixed law; | Though I'd advise not more than tIuelUe- Perhaps not Jess than jour. For though such use is very good, Yet others still there are hope I'm not misunderstood- Than to adorn 8 bar. Thus when in travelling far from home, | You stop upon the way | powder box 1t might become, Filled up with Fuller's clay. l But best of all in after years, l When you look back you Il say, 1 Perhaps too with leng drawn sigh, l Oh bless that happy day when received what was to me l The dearest thing on earth, The silver cup-this class boy cup The symbol of my birth- And then perchance you'd think Of him 1 Who never found his mate. And yet 8 Father is to you. Though aged '7S, | Who now for nearly four score years Has waited for this one, When he with pride could point to you And say: See, thGcs my son.