The Washington weekly post., 1900-04-10
clanOslaG FOR A MUsTACHE.
Harvard students Want Marshal Of the
Glass 10 Grow Hair on His Lip.

! Fr07 TIE PHILADELPHIA Press
The seuior class at Harvard is looking
! for hEirgrower, or a 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 tee
/ lip of William a. NJ Burden. captain OF
! the football team, president and first mar
/ shal Of his class, and the son of /. 7. Bur-
/ den. Of New York.
I On this point the class Is resolved, Bur-
| den nolens volens, and It is only ques-
| ton OF method
| IL 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
| sity football guard and his knowledge OF
| the art OF boxing make it necessary for
almost any man in his class to think Of
combining before he approaches Burden.
And. further. once started, how will it be
possible to keep him from removing the
artificial growth as he does the natural?
But mustache there must be II 1t re-
quireS the formation OF a 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 poem in which he described, with
/ prophetic wisdom, the marshal of the
class OF 1870 as a young mustached mar
shal.
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 poet il must also make his
prophecies true
In 1873 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 impressive
sight than he at this time. The poem was
called The Last Survivor" 1t runs:
fes! the vacant chairs tell sadly are going, go
ing fast
Ard TIE thought cones strangely Ger me who will
live 20 be the last?
When the twentieth centurys sunbeams climb the
far OF eastern hill,
With his ninety winters burdened will he greet the
morning still?
VIII he stand with Hsrvard's musings when they
hear their moth RS call,
Ana the old and young are gathered in the many
allowed hall?
Will he answer to the summons when they rang,
And the young moustaehioed marshal calls out
Glass Of 2sg'
Aethnks see the column as its heightened ranks
In the sunshine Of the morrow of the nineteen hun
dredth year;
Through the yard 'tis creeping. winding, by the
walls of dusty red
What shape is that which totters at the long process
siOn's head?
Who knows this ancient graduate o. four score
years and ten
What place he held what name he bora anona Tho
OF men?
so speeds the curious question: its answer travels
SLOW;
It's the last Of sixty classmates OF seventy years
ago" '
But the question among seniors is. will
burden carry out DR.. Holmes prophecy?
III seems too bad 10 let so little a thing
as young mans mustache spoil the doc
tors prophecy
Yet in the days when the poem wcs
written mustache al twenty-five was
more common and fashionable than now.
VIII klrfEl M -. G..