St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-12-27
HERE'S TO GOOD OLD YALE.
st. Paul People Cannot Get Too
Much of the College Boys Mu-

st. Paul People Cannot Get Too
Much of the College Boys Mu-
sic.
proverbial lover, or a braSs-buttoned
uniform, the world loves nothing so
well as a college boy. 1t forgives him
his v0ciferous little foibles, and pats
him on the back when he OutdOeS a
dozen Comanches in his college yell.
When the first Solemn-faced member of
the Yale Banjo club stepped GU upon
the rOstrum at the Peoples church last
night, his appearance was the signal for
hearty applause. Behind the club was
the dear old blue, draped across the
organ loft, and in front was such a fash
iOnable audience as is seldom seen. The
400 were there q thousand strong. 1t
must have been q pretty sight from the
stage, for evening dresses were there in
sufficient numbers to break he monOt-
0ny of street gowns. The only possible
fault that could have been found with
the audience was that it was too appre-
ciative. 1t applauded, it encOred, and,
when one encore had been given, it de
manded another, and still another. 1t
went as nearly wild with delight as a
Weli-bred audience can.
Carmen Yalen" is the learned deS-
ignation that follows most of the num-
bers on the programme, and most of the
carmina were delicious nonsense. The
''Cannibal Idyl' won an encore, "Let
Melody Flow" Vital's venerable
words preceded a raven song with
raven call. and then. as the inevitable
encore "You and L, Dear Mother"
which fairly brought down the house.
In part second, the banjo club re-
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were compelled to do whenever they
appeared. Mr.. RObinsOn's songs were
given with Il sentimental wealth of eX-
preston that set many q heart in the
audience fluttering. Then every body's
lips puckered in sympathy as Mr..
WurtS began to whistle, and unpuck-
cred in delighted amaZement as he con-
tinued, for one almost expected to see
the wonderful yellow bird whose trillS
and cadenzas rang through the audito-
rum He whiStled and still the audi
ence clapped, till he began a truly
marvellous aria, accompanying himself
on a guitar.
Mr.. Cooley was fairly overwhelmed
with applause, and when Mr.. Ruuyan
sOlemnly and slowly told of how ''tney
kissed" laughter was added to clapping.
He sang ''Iliu Romeo" and he sang in
a ridiculously plaintive falsetto "My
Bonnie" Had he been able to respond
to further encores that delighted audi
ence would have been applauding wen
now; bnt even the lungs of a Yale Ju-
Nor have their limits. and he subsidized
into the double row of grave dress
coated college men, who in the familiar
strains of the "Watch on the Rhine"
]auded old Yale in the following words,
and the concert was over:
Bright college years. with pleasure rife,
The shortest. giaddest years of life;
How swiftly are We gliding by.
Oh, why doth time SO quickly fyf
The seasons come, the seasons go,
The earth is green, or white with snow,
But time and change shall naught avail.
To break the friendships formed at Yale.
In after-life, should troubles rise.
To cloud the blue of sunny skies,
How bright will seem, thro' Memory's haze.
The happy. golden, gone-by days,
Oh, let US strive that ever we
May let these words our watch-cry be,
Where r upon lfe's sea we sail:
For God, for Country. and for Yale.
After the concert the Yale club was
rendered Il delightful reception by the
Nushka club. MesdameS Clark. Hay,
Selmes. Wall, and Griggs composed
the committee of ladies who received.