Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1914-11-27
FIST BIRTHDAY OF
FORTN|GHTLY CLUB
Was Celebrated by Delightful Open
Meeting and Enjoyable Program
Last Friday Evening.

The Fortnightly club celebrated
its twenty-first birthday last Friday
evening by an open meeting at the
home of President and Mrs. Bryan.
The guests were welcomed by the
club president, Mrs B. L. Steele, as
sisted by Mrs. Bryan, Mrs. Boutwell,
of Seattle, Mrs. Mathews and Mrs.
Evans The program, which had
been kept profound secret by the
committee of arrangements, opened
with an address by Mrs. Steele, who
in few well chosen words well
coined the members and their guests
and explained the significance of the
gathering as being to celebrate the
twenty-first anniversary of the or
ganization of the club. A short mus
ical program of selections by famous
artists was rendered on the VictroIa,
and then the company was divided
into groups and each group required
to fill out uncompleted rhymes with
names of Shakespeare s plays.
A delegation from the Women's
Choral club serenaded the gathering
and were invited to enter and render
several selections. A serenade by the
college glee club followed and they
too were invited into the parlors,
and gave two selections One was
song written by Mrs. }. w. Mathews
and rendered to the tune of There
Is Tavern in Our Town" 1t made
great hit and the lines were as fol-
lows:
Thore is a club in our town, in our
town,
o. It's a club of great renown, great
renown.
tbs formed of danes both bright
and smart,
Who study literature and art.
Mrs. Bryan is the mother, but there
isn't any brother,
For the men are not allowed within
the pale, the pale,
Twas in November, ninety-three,
ninety-three,
Twelve women thot that there should
be, should be,
A closer bond twixt friend and
friend,
So each helping hand could lend.
They walked through streets paved
with mud, paved with mud
And thereby spoiled full many dud,
many a dud,
For Pullman town was very young
Its college songs were then unsung
Braved the winds in stormy weather,
rain or snow they met to-
gether,
Wrote their papers in those days
without complaint, complaint
The one elected to the chair, to the
chair,
Was not afflicted with nightmare,
nightmare,
For fear she'd Roberts rules dis
grace,
BY putting motions" out of place.
They lived up to the golden rule,
golden rule;
They gave a fountain to the school,
to the school,
And in the year of nineteen two,
Now note you what this club did do:
Entertained the Federation, of the
best state in the nation,
And were able at the close to buy a
park, park.
They gave it to the city dads, city
dads,
To make a playground for the lads,
for the lads.
They cleaned it up when spring-time
Twill sometime bring them into
fame.
They studied Hawthorne, Ruskin too
Ruskin too,
From Goethe's Faust" they'd quote
to you, quote to you,
While Emerson was not forgot,
Carlyle, Racine nor Walter Scott.
Years and years they spent with
Browning, though upon him
some were frowning,
And of Shakespeare's works de-
voured every line, every line,
They pondered over Ibsen's plays
Ibsen's plays,
Learned of Macauley and his Lays,
and his Lays"
And midnight oil they burned full
late,
To be proficient in "debaet."