The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-08-24
IKE BROMLEY Ar HIS pEsr,
An Example, of His After-Dinner WI
 and Eloquence.

An Example, of His After-Dinner Wit and Eloquence.
 The following is being reprinted as an instance of the eloquence of the late Isaac H, Bromley. 1t was delivered at banquet given to Bob" Cook in 1887:
 The committee that put me here are secure for they can say as much of my speech as the devout old lady said of the Wishy-washy sermon: Well, he had an excellent text" ''The Girls in Blue do not appear in the catalogue lhey nsure in the domestic rather than Ill the academic annex. But, as Robert Browning somewhere beautifully re- marks, They get there all the same"
 1T l were to violate custom by allud- ing to the toast, l should try to say something about those unnamed and unnumbered girls in blue"-Yale's sWeethearts, wives and mothers. We are mistaken if we read all of history in books, or that we can see through any printed record the real springs of the worlds movement. It is not state- cratt, or commerce, or trade, or steam, or lightning-but love--that makes the world go round.
 On a public occasion like this it is upon the altar of friendship of college friendship, deepest of all, that we lay our offerings. But none of us forgets that. there is a still holier shrine to which we come unsandaled and alone. It Is there that we get our truest inspi- io11a act hAS resolves.
 If we think that we see all of this great drama in the movements of kings and presidents, cabinets, parliaments and senates, or in the march of armies across the stage, we deceive ourselves. The girls are there at the wings. It is for the gentle flutter of their approval and not the hoarse applause of the world in front that the actors work and the play goes on,
 Once in awhile "girl'' comes out and speaks her lines Miriam takes up her timbrel, Deborah marches against Sise- ra. the Queen of Sheba parades before solomon, swarthy Egyptian queen paralyzes Rome, Joan of Arc saves France, Elizabeth leads England to the highest place among the nations, Victo- ria comes to her jubilee year no less loved by her own people than honored by all the world.
 But the part of these and their like in making history is infinitesinal com pared with the countless army of girls in all colors, of all ages and all climes, who walk invisible between the lines, with fingers on their lips.
 turn the leaves of my triennial and forth there issues a long procession of heroes, statesmen, sages, poets, philos- ophers and divines who have helped to make the world wiser and all life sweet CT. They are Yale's "boys in blue," all honor to them! Is 1t an idle fancy that I catch the rustic of muslin and lace, and hear the f1utter of wings invisible, as a great host of unnamed girls in blue" float out between the triennial lines, making the air fragrant with ten der influences and pure examples? Girls in blue''-our color! Color of the starlit vault above us, and the deep sea that wraps us around! Color in which Bob" Cook first dipped his dripping oar,-color that fiuttered in ribbon and scarf when he first crossed! They are Our Girls who wear 1t, sweethearts, wives and mothers, forever young, for ever sweet, forever ours!