The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-06-25
GLASS DAY A
 GREAT SUCCESS.
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Holland Mooney Edmonds. As soon as the cheering for the poet had ceased Pop Warner, the campus expressman who was seated with the seniors, was dragged to the platform by enthusiasts who wished to hear a parting word from pop" He tearfully told of de- livering laundry to the students for four years and said he knew of no req son why he should be forced to address so large a concourse of people. Tn clos ing he called upon Dennis" Weiss, who was Murphy in the Hearst club, for a few words.
 Weiss arose amid cheers, and turned toward the class. The sun shining on his face reflected radiance over the whole gathering, as he has for four years past. He paid graceful tribute to Professor John F. Wurts, professor of law, who flunked fifteen men, and said that while the class of 1907 was generally considered too good to keep, the faculty had decided to retain sev- eral prize packages. Jim Donnelly was then called to the platform, He placed his helmet over his heart and told the dignified gradu- ates that while,l when they came to Yale they were in kits, now that they were going away they had reached his size.
 Arthur Parmelee, who in the historic Hearst club took the part of Hearst, was called for vociferously by the sem iors in the front row. and addressed the club and the other members of the class. Following his speech ''Amici' was sung by the class, and Edward H. Butler, jr., recited his famous humorous poem. The other extemporaneous se- lection was by Pup" Revell, who gave a fine imitation of a dog fight The glee club then sang "Doggie in Our Yard" and the class sang Wake, Freshmen" and "As Freshmen First We Cameto Yale" Theafter oration had been delivered by Edward H. Hart, and the history by Winthrop L. Carter. The class sang Bright College Years" and marched out to plant the ivy at the southwest end of Vanderbilt hall where the ivy ode was sung.
 Then the class paraded across the campus to Wall street. down Wall to College, to Grove, to Hillhouse avenue, and down Sachem street, coming out on Whitney avenue near President Had ley's house. They cheered, sang, and the band played, but no president ap- peared, that gentlemen being at that time walking down Elm street, arm in arm with William Howard Taft, headed for the Law school.
 The seniors proceeded from President Hadleys house to Dean Wrights resi- idence, where they cheered the dean, and he came out and addressed them. Dean Wright said in part:
 T appreciate your kindness, and the respect for me which 1t shows.
 T have great respect for every menl- Der of your class
 Your class is to be especially con- graduated in one respect, as being the largest class to be ever graduated from Yale 1901 CD graduated 316 strong. and 1903, SO6; you will graduate $50. When the stragglers are eventually gathered in, I venture to predict that it will be the largest class graduated in ten years.
 "If you are true to your record in col lege you will be successful men as graduates I expect much from you" The principal numbers in the class day program were the poem, the ora ton, the history and the ivy ode, which follow in order:
 Class Poem.
 Roland Mooney Edmonds of Spring field, Ohio, was class poet. MT. Ed monds was one of the members of the 1907 editorial board of the Yale Liter ary Magazine His poem, "A Star in the East" follows;
 Close by the River Jumna's sul- Amid the Hindoos' ancient temple land, Cleans Tai Mahal, the purest gem of
 mosques,
 A pearl upon ring of cyprus plumes. Before it's crescent shrine kneel dusky
 boatmen
 From the Ganges, side by side with
 travellers
 From many lands Alike they stand in Beneath it's upturned-goblet-do and The marble web of flowers, which.
 streaming down
 The walls as foam, have frozen there,
 to droop
 In mournful beauty o'er her couch who
 sleeps
 In pallid death beneath that marble Queen Moor Mahal loved wife of Shah
 Jehan,
 The Mogul emperor. She served him And for her love she gave her life; and In anguish and in tears vowed her a Eternal as the hills,-nor staid his
 hand
 Until the Tai, stainless and perfect as A work of God, rose f1awless OCT her
 couch,
 To cling there, like some snowy cloud
 too fair
 For earth, anon to vanish from our
 sight,
 Caught up again to Paradise. Not That men Should journey far to bow This shrine-love's panegyric wrought
 in stone.
 But greater far our debt of grati My brothers, than even that of Shah Remember but the time, dim-shrouded
 now In vanished years when we with
 thoughtless, gay,
 Boy-faces thronged about these an-
 cient gates.
 How strange, how awesome then loom-
 ed everything That since has grown so dear to all