The Republican journal., 1910-09-08

Chief, though he stated last year that he
had reached the limit on that matter. II
would seem that he has struck new .stiig-
gins and has extended his stakes great
", for he proclaimed Chester M. Howes
Duke Of Tryensburg, David F. Prescott,
Duke Of the Narragansett, Sual Colby,
Duke Of Boguesburg, Charles E. Gilman,
Earl OF Coopersburg, and ]. H. Mont
gomery, Esq, Earl Of the Megunticook.
The Presidents opening address fol-
lowed Duke Adams appropriate address
Of welcome. The President stated that
the world was getting on fairly well this
year, that our country is reasonably
prosperous, and the State thriving. Then
turning briefly to home coming and home
matters. he paid glowing tribute to his
old uncle, John @. Adams, the soldier
Then he gave the meeting word picture
from one of his new books, on the writ
ing of which he is spending much of his
leisure hours these days-leisure hours,
though he is still busy in the business
world
Charles F. Conner, the Grand Duke,
read a witty thing with telling effect.
The Chief told fish story" OTIS got
SO everybody believes his), Rev. E. A.
Dinslow gave scientific exposition on
''grades of fermentation, and there were
plenty of specimens rendered voluntarily
by the crowd for illustrations, not in
mugs, bottles, or kegs, but on legs. J.
H. Montgomery, ESQ.,, made compli-
mentary remarks in happy vein, dwell
ing on the interest attaching to the re-
vival of school-day associations, and
making honorable mention Of the unique
organization of the Dale Club.
The President read his canto of fifteen
years ago, "The Raid on the Cider Mill,
written when
"The poet sat ny ocean gray,
And watched the opening eye OF day,
and where Neptune's hundred and one
harmonies
"In rare accord commingling.
Tuned up his Tyre and made him sing,
and great pains was taken at this time,
just as it was fifteen years ago, to have
it understood that said Tyre was not
spelled liar.
The appetizingly, bewitching ditty ran
off thus:
upon the hill there was mill
In the good old days gone by,
And many sip from many lip
Tended to run it dry.
When autumn days sent slanting rays
OF Sol across the moors,
Apples were seen, both red and green,
Heaped round its open doors.
Expressive MILL liquiscent mill,
A cider-mill, you know,
Where pomic scent the air would fill,
And pomic juice would flow.
No spirit yet was in the drink,
But spright was in the air,
And elm oys-now knights, think
Had nightly lurking there.
Did nightly gloom make it tomb?
No fear: death tells no tales.
Lack of restraint-bowel complaint:
Next day hears boistrous walls.
When it was new, just expressed through,
They drank with dripping jaws:
When it was old. sparkling and cold,
They slipped it through rye straws.
Now morals ne'er had fairer run
Than in our ancient Dale.
No dance was there, no vice began,
To turn youths red cheek pale.
Our lordly sons were guarded we'll
In Natures noble ways:
For thew in turn would have their spell
Applying straps and stays,
When next generation new
Should rise upon the soil:
And hard enough would be their task,
To see it did not spoil.
But youthful likes and levity.
Strangers to useful thought,
Would snap in two in brevity,
Flaming sword or what-not.
The eighth charge in the Decalogue
They exchange for an hour,
When scent of apples and dense fog
Bar vested rights and dover.
And when the hopper, grinder press
Are hushed meath nights gray wing,
To young knight, cider by right
Is confscated thing
Just take a peep at the enclosure OF
the Dale in which all of this fuss was
and is made.
"No lands like that where we had birth;
Hogback and Hedgehog bound the north
And west, Haystack between,
Sheltering village folk is seen.
To south and east the mountains rise
In striking outline on the skies,
The rounded domes of sturdy Hope,
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