The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1894-02-17
SAM is AT HIS POST.
So Colby Was All Right While President
Whiteman Dined with the Boston Alumni


whiteman Dined with the Boston Alumni
Boston, February 1e.-Eighty-fve
members and guests of the Boston Colby
Alumni association met at the fremont
house this evening for the annual re-
union. From five to six a reception was
held, after which an adjournment
was made to the banquet ball.
President Meleny was in the chair and
on either side of him were the guests
President B. l.. Whitman of Colby Uni
versity and President E.B. Andrews of
Brown. Before the exercises these
officers were elected: Col. H S. Heseltin.
'63, president; C.E. Robinson, 80, b. F.
Lyford,, 's4, Boardman Hall, 'S2, vice
presidents; A. H.Soule, 10, secretary and
treasurer; Rev. G. B. Turner, 30, K. j.
Condor, members of the advisory COM
mittee to take the place of two resigned;
W. P. Battley, '73, F. F. Whittier, 81, Henry
S.Gibbs, to take the place OF three mem
bers of the executive committee, re-
signed After introductory remarks by
the chairman, DR.. George Bullen eulogized
Oakn ans Storms, lately deceased. Mr..
Dunton delivered a touching eulogy up
on d. A. Hamlin, vice president of the
alumni association. President whitman
extolled the Maine college in the most
eloquent manner He said that upon
leaving Waterville this morning, Sam"
who is the mascot of Colby, remarked
that he was delighted to know that the
president was going to attend the ban
quet. President Whitman said he felt
sure all was right at the university as
long as SAM" was at his post. Pres
dent Andrews said he felt like young
man who, when about to attain his
majority, was told by his father: Young
man, it is about time for you to marry
and settle down" The young man said:
when you married, you took mother.
If l marry | must push out and take up
with stranger President Andrews
said he felt in much the same position,
inasmuch as the other speakers of the
evening were addressing their alma
mater while he was obliged to speak to
"an entire stranger"
Hon. E. + Lyford said many pleasant
things of his alma mater.
The poem of the occasion was written
and read by Prof. Harry Lyman Koop-
man, librarian of Brown University. of
the class of so and native of Freeport.
Following IS the poem entire:
LATTER DAY ART.
The good things long before our days
Have all been said or sung
OuI lQGhlCl ClOClo SuOlC Jul Jdy
While song and, speech were young.
Art has no more her chosen ones,
Though many still are called
We find ourselves her younger sons,
Our heritage forestalled.
1t boots not how original
A work of ours may be,
Some pedants' certain to recall
Who did the same BIC.
| suffer, and my sorrows sting
Find healing in song
Some bookworm says my rendering
Does Piudar's lyric wrong.
Ali arts in one complaint unite
Against their mighty dead;
However we seek new parts, new light,
We follow where they led.
Deep in the marbles snowy heart
The Phidian shapes lie fixed;
The painters fancy still is dressed
In hues Apeles mixed.
No less, Musician, in your sphere,
You find the same is true.
You steal from Mozart, do men sneer?
Truth is, he stole from you.
He stole from you your chance to sing
Into enraptured ears;
Your right to claim the notes that
spring
From depths below your tears
We're tiilers all in worn out fields,
Mowers of aftermath. -
But no! the teeming earth still yields
Full harvest late as rath.
No morning ever dawned the same
AS when it broke today
No earlier springtide ever came
AS danced the latest May.
The autumn last that crowned the year
With garnet and with gold,'
Had never its resplendent peer
In all the ages rolled.
The lovers open secret learned
. Today the billlonth time
Has never yet to ashes burned
The frankincense of rhyme.
And Freedom, martyred by the hands
That saved her yesterday,
New champions and new song demands,
:. AS valiant as were they.
Nor, if our quickenlng faith is true.
That out of dust man rose,
And through the ages upward grew,
And still aspiring grows;
The ancient and the nlid-world's eyes
Have not for ali time seen,
Nor have their ears caught all that flies
Mans heart and heaven between.
And, though our dust not yet is fit
Gods spirit to enfold,
The years are slowly purging it
OF kinship to the mold.
With every clearing of the sense,
Glories unknown before
The rivers of Gods immanence
Into our being pour.
And every wave from Heaven rolled
Must break with music new;
Say not then that the great of old
Have robbed earth's art from you.
Art is but life that finds it's voice,
OF laughter or of tears;
Anew must man. lament, rejoice,
Through all earth's changing yearsi
No Mails Since Thursday.
Calais, February 16.-A foot of snow
fell yesterday, and heavy gale piled 1t
into huge drifts No mails have heeu