The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-06-28


 swifter than mist forms driving through the grey Our days go on
 From whence we know not nor can say Whither their flight may lead Each newborn creed Seeking these mysteries to unfold And leaves the tide of years still drifting Voiceless on It's way.
 
 Oh thou, within those dear remembered shades,
 With slender gleamngs from vast treas Of the world-knowledge, came in living tonnes The deeper teachings of experience, mighty chorus onward now we move Into the ranks at line the worlds vast stage
 Bearing into life's drama in thy name | The newborn theme, that through unfet- tered thought Lies the broad path to the eternal truths. THE GLASS DAY EXERCISES. | The class day exercises began at 2 | o'clock and lasted until almost 6. The amphi- between Lyceum and the | library was well filled. The seniors af | ter marching around the campus be- | hind the Second Regiment band occu- | pied benches in the center of the en- | closed space, where they sat smoking | their long clap pipes while the histories | were being read. As they entered the | rectangle they were greeted with long cheer by their old-time enemies, those members of '99 who are still in New Haven. | The histories were bright and witty and fortunate was the man who escap- | ed with no mention of some peculiarity | x.yb;o l., Iyno xr1,i1 Ia in college. Each man of the class was made to stand up as his history was being read. The histories were almost | entirely personal and the jokes and sly allusions of the historians were lost upon all save the personal friends of | the men. l J. H. Scranton read the first part of | the history and began his paper with | the following address to those present: l Ladies and Gentlemen-Which in- cludes fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts, cousins of all degrees, best girls, miscellaneous | relatives, intimate friends and '99:
 We are very glad to see you all here | to-day with such bright and happy | faces, awaiting expectantly to get a l little inside information regarding this l glorious class. This is the first chance we have ever had to talk uninterrupt- edly about ourselves, and it is more or less incumbent upon us to make the most of it. You are expected to listen with certain amount of polite so- ciety interest You are requested to | laugh, in order to help things along, whenever your conscience will possibly permit, and any sustained effort in that direction will be thoroughly appreciat- | ed. If our wit is too dry, take a drink of our lemonade or else send to Lake Whitney and get the same thing. If the benches grow hard don't blame us. Remember that college life is not the soft snap it is cracked up to be and, moreover the trade in sofa pill lows is hardly what it was before brass buttons and soldier uniforms gained such vulgar prominence in fe- male eyes.
 But before telling you anything about individuals, there are a few things which you ought to know about the class as a whole. Firstly-'9S graduates not only with permission but by special request of the college authorities and with the full i approval of our efficient campus police Messrs Donnelly and Wiser.
 Second-This occasion Is called by courtesy class day, but the faculty regard it as a post-mortem examina- ton, the only exam, by the way, which anyone is ever sure of passing, since they say that enough sick excuses have been handed in during the past year to thoroughly account for the total an initiation of the whole class.
 Thirdly-'9S is not the greatest class that has ever graduated here and ii won't be until next Wednesday morn ing.
 The programme of the afternoon was as follows:
 Song-Bingo.
 History-J. Hamilton Scranton. song-Integer Vitae.
 History-Frank A. Lord. Song-Drinking Song.
 History-Philip W. Hamill.
 Song-The Pope.
 History-Julian s. Mason. Song-Bright College Years. Htstory-Arthur D. Baldwin. At the conclusion of the reading oi the history the class again formed ir line behind the band and marching around the campus entered Vanderbilt I court, where tue ClhSS Ivy was pidIllSI There were no exercises here except the singing of the class ode, written by c E. Merrill, Jr. It was written in Latir and is as follows:
 Taciti maerebimus
 Dies noster brevls,
 Tamen ct sppondebimus
 Quoque fuft lewis.
 Hederam cum vridem
 TempuS roborabit | Sempiternum am0rem
 Nostrum memorabit,
 Ubcumque erimus
 Ubivis sors crit
 Cautio acerrimriS
 Hederae yisceHt.
 Translated 1t would be as follows: ,--.ent we mourn. l Our day Is short,
 Yet we hope J Twas not in vain.
 When time shall strengthen
 This green ivy plant, 1 It will commemorate Our undying love. | Wherever we are,
 What fortune be ours, We ever shall cherish
 Our ivys memory.
 After cheering for the ivy, for '9S anC Yale, they reformed and marched tc President Dwight's residence. He wa not at home and could not respond tt their cheer. They returned to the resi- denee of Professor A. w. Phillips, wht 1 was also away from home Thev mo