The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1903-01-27
ROBERT BURNS HONORED.
ENTHUSIASTIC GATHERING AT
THE FOY AUDITORIUM

Last Night-ScOtchmen and Admirers
niversary-Speech By Chief Rober.
Drafen-EIoquent Tribute by the
Rev. Anson Phelps stokes-FIne Ma
steal Programme and Annual Ball at
Young Mems Republican Hall.
Then let us pray that come it may,
AS come it will for a. that;
That sense and worth, Ger a. the earth,
May bear the gree, and a. that;
For a that, and a. that,
It's coming yet for a that,
That man to man, the Warld DER
Shall brothers be for a. that.
Burns.
The one hundred and forty-fourth an
nlversary of the birthday Of Scotland's
national poet, Robbie Burns, was fit
tingly observed at the new F'oy Audito-
rum last night, when there was gath
cred together the largest assemblage of
SGOSoAA4ClI I1IdL lIdS SNCl ldhCll EJAoN
since the organization Of these events
by the New Haven Caledonian club. up
wards Of a quarter of century ago.
The hall and platform was profusely
decorated with flowers and potted
plants by Munro, the Chapel street
florist. At eight O'clock Chief Robert
Draffen, accompanied Oy the speaker
Of the evening, the Rev. Arson Phelps
Stokes, and Rev. DR.. Mulch, Past Chief
John Brown and Robert Macarthur, as
cended the platform and were received
with applause. Chief Draifen, in open
ing the proceedings, spoke in part as
behalf of the New Haven Caledonian
club, bid you a hearty welcome here
tonight. We are met, as you are well
aware, to perpetuate the memory of
Scotland's national bard, Robert Burns,
and to celebrate in fitting manner the
one hundred and forty-fourth anniver-
sary of his birth. This gathering to
night is only one of many similar cele-
brations which are taking place all over
the world, for no matter where you go
you will always find representative of
youAuld Scotia, and wherever you find
them you will find the memory OF
Burns being perpetuated and lovingly
remembered. We are proud of the fact
that Burns has admirers throughout
the civilized world, although We take
different view Of him than the school
boy did of Milton. A teacher had told
her pupils that Milton, the poet, was
blind. The next day she asked if any
of them could remember what Millions
aH7infiar GEVHS ~ rpnliaH
one little fellow, "He was poet" The
Caledonian club was formed in 1870 as a
social organization. but was changed
in 1884 to a beneficial society, under
which head it is still working with
much success. When I think of that
band of Scotchmen that laid the foun-
dation of this society thirty-three
years ago and the good work it has ac-
complished, / feel proud of being one
of its members. 1 am pleased to say
that we still have in our ranks four
of the pioneers Of the movement, John
Brown, Robert Macarthur, Peter Stir
ling and John Donaldson. I regret to
say that during the past year we have
sustained the loss of two of our best
members by death, John Mclaughlin
stamp that goes toward making an or
ganiZation a success. Brother Mac
Laughlin was a past chief of the club
and for many years was its honored
and trusted treasurer; the latter i'm
portant Office he held at the time of his
death. The chief concluded his able adj
dress by a patriotic appeal to all
Scotchmen who were eligible for mem
bership to join the ranks of the New
Haven Caledonian club.
MR.. STOKES ADDRESS.
Mr.. Stokes spoke in substance as fol-
lows:
I always count it privilege to have
anything to do with Scotchmen.
have visited your land, The Trossachs,
Edinburgh, Ben Lomond are familiar
scenes to me. have met your people;
Bruces and Burns, Hamiltons and
Hendersons, MackenZies and Munros,
Watsons and Wilson's I know by the
score, and let it be said with deep
gratitude, that there are few of them,
no matter how humble their station in
life, who have not done credit to the
land Of their fathers. I have been
helped by your men; Scott and Burns
and Stevenson in literature, Chalmers
and Drummond and Livingstone as
religious leaders and many others. And
so it is that I count it a privilege to
have some Scotch blood in my own
veins-the blood of that sturdy soldier
and statesman James Graham, first
Marquis of Montrose.
So of caledonia stern and wild''
can sing with you at least in part
"Land of my sires! What mortal hand,
Can e'er unite the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand"
And yet proud as we are of Scotch de-
scent and fond as we are of calling to
mind the old days in the old land
doubt if there be man here tonight
who is not proud and glad that he is
an American citizen living in these
throbbing times at the beginning of the
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COFFEE AGAIN.