The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-06-29
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Sixty members of the class of '73 were present at the reunion and ban quet in the Young Mems Republican club. Of the 113 men who graduated, eleven have since died. The hall was beautifully decorated with national flags, blue bunting and '73 banners. the room and the walls were lined with palms. An orchestra hid behind the palms in one corner led the sing ing and played between the speeches. The secretary of the class, F'. !. Shep- ard of Buffalo was presented with an elegant loving cup.
 The class poet, Ed. R. Johnes, deliv- cred poem entitled "The Veterans. .'' It was as follows: Close ranks, march on! With steady tread Our veteran phalanx comes- Sad With the memory of our dead
 We've marched with untitled drums Break ranks and rest! With what delight We hear the bugles sound, Our happy bivouac tonight
 Is on the old camp ground. Hail to the living battle scared
 And weary though they be, Within their breasts they safely guard The flame of chivalry. The world has made them grey with toll, Time thou are strong forsooth- But friendship feeds with magic oil
 The sacred fire of youth. Peace to the dead, though scattered far Throughout life's hard campaign, Loves balsam heals the wounds of war And bids them live again. Boys they are here, though lost to sight, vi Here where their joys have been, We feel our outstreched hands tonight
 Thrilled by q touch unseen. We fight around some empty shrine
 And tinsel crowns allure, Life has no victories like thine
 Oh death, whose peace is sure We knock, but none unlocks the gate,
 We call with failing breath, But knowledge wears the robes of state, The crimson pomp of death. No strife is here of thine and mine
 Aside our arms we cast, Cheer up the wounded heart with wine
 And laugh at battles past. Let the glad trumpets sound truce
 Call every straggler up. And drown old Time in purple juice
 Within our loving cup. Oh legion of old Mother Yale,
 With fair blue flag unfurled; Your glorious cause can never fail
 'Tis truth against the world. Your patriot eye undazzled sees What each new conquest means, And bids Old Glory woo the breeze
 Above the Philippines. And lo-wfthin our English veins
 A dream of Empire wakes, Of power that breaks the captives' chains And blesses those it takes England, thy flag besides ours flies, Our foes have seen thy face. And nevermore shall break-the ties
 Of language and of race. Let sophists hide traitors heart
 Beneath a scholars gown John Hancock in his grave must start
 In shame for Cambridge Town Yale's ancients join wars solemn call,
 Her children swell the song Away with quibbling towards all-
 Our country-right or wrong. We need no morning reveille,
 No spur of wars alarms Clad in the armor of our faith
 We sleep upon our arms. For we have braved fortune rude,
 Or striven for flames goal, And all have fought In solitude
 The battles of the soul. The long, long march that duty leads
 Fierce passions rallying call The fiery dart that hatred speeds
 Ah we have known them all. When mustered out with warning scant
 Rank matters not-and yet A greater hand than mans will grant
 To each-hiS proud DreVet.
 Hart Lyman presided and introduced the following speakers: Secretary's report-T. J. Shepard. Our Country-Eben Alexander. Poem-''The Veterans" Yale-Robert Williams. The University and the World-San-
 uel O. Prentice.
 Among the prominent men of the class who were present were Eben Alexander, eX-minister to Greece; c. A. Russell, Judge Elder of Boston and Clarence Bowen of the New York h. dependent.
 At the business meeting of '73 about forty were present. Frederick J. Shep- ard of Buffalo, N. T., presided. Freder- ick w. Adee of New York was elected class secretary. Reference was made to the fact with patriotic words that Dr. Leon B. Almy of the class is at the front.
 CLASS OF '3S.
 Of the class of '3S five were at the class supper, which was held at the home of Dr. ". W. Rodman, 165 York