The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-04-15
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a m2usGacbe.
Harvard Students Want Marshal of the
Class TO Grow Hair on His Lip.


Philadelphia Press.
The senior class at Harvard is looking
for hairgrower, or hair restorer. In
deed, one must be had that will grow a
mustache ere the days of class and com
mencement festivities come around on the
lip of William A. NJ Burden, captain of
the football team president and first
marshal OF his class and the son of I. II.
Burden. of New York
On this point the class is resolved, Bur-
den nolens volens, and it is only a ques-
ton of method.
1t is hard to think Of applying any pat
ent solution to his lip, particularly if Bur-
den is opposed. for a few years as var
slty football guard and his knowledge of
the art Of boxing make it necessary for
almost any man m his class to think of
combining before he approaches Burden.
And, further, once started, how viii it be
possible to keep him from removing the
artificial growth as he does the natural?
But mustache there must be If It re-
Quires the formation of syndicate for
the purpose. And all because twenty-five
years ago, In January, Oliver Wendell
Holmes, one of the idols OF Harvard
graduate and undergraduate life deliver
ed a poem in which he described with
prophetic wisdom, the marshal of the
class of 1900 as young mustached mar
shall
Carlyle tells us that the poet and phil
osopher are the same, and If Harvard in
tends to maintain DR.. Holmes in the posi-
ton Of a poet it must also make his
prophecies true.
In 1878 DR.. Holmes was at a dinner Of
Harvard graduates, and in one of many
poems with which he has enriched Har-
ward commencement literature he told of
the last survivor of the class. He was
at the head Of the table, and professors
in Harvard, who remember him, even
then an old man, say that there was
scarcely more tender, kindly and i'm
pressive sight than he at this time. The
poem was called 1.-The Last Survivor"
It runs:
Yes! the vacant chairs tell sadly we are
going, going fast,
And the thought comes strangely Ger me,
Who Will live to be the last?
When the twentieth centurys sunbeams
climb the far off eastern hill,
With his ninety winters burdened will he
greet the morning still?
VIII he stand with Harvard's musings,
when they hear their mothers call,
And the old and young are gathered in
the many allowed hall?
Will he answer to the summons when
they range themselves in line?
And the young muStachioed marshal calls
out Glass of '29?'
NTethinks see the column as It's length
ened ranks appear
In the sunshine Of the morrow Of the
nineteen hundredth year;
Through the yard tbs creeping winding
by the walls of dusty red
What shape is that which totters at the
long PROFESSIONS head?
Who knows this ancient graduate Of four
score years and ten
What place he held, Wh;A name he bore
among the sons of men?
so speeds the curious question; It's answer
travels slow;
lis the last Of sixty classmates of sew.
enty years ago.
But the question among seniors is, will
Burden carry out DR.. Holmes prophecy
1t seems too bad to let so little a thing
as young mans mustache spoil the doc
tors prophecy.
Yet in the days when the poem wa.
written a mustache at twenty-five wa:
more common and fashionable thar, now
Win Burden make the sacrifice?