'^ry,^ %^-^f.r.'o^" \^'^^f^\^ ^^/^^/h>, "^t. c^"^ /i /\v;7^'\ c° -i^v °- /\v:;^^\ 0°^^^%"^ /^.^::^^\ C^QU HARVARD CELEBRITIES Book of Caricatures (^ Decorative Drawings ^. FrederickGarrison Hall '03 Edward Revere Little '04 Verses by He nryWare Eliot Jr'02 "1 / / Printed for the Editors ,'/// Vntv e r s 1 ty Tre is '''' Cambridge V. S.A 1 Thf library of cc.mgress, Two CociEfl REO£tvED DEC. 4 1901 COPVRIOHT ENTRY CLASS CVXXo. No. 2- / J- i S COPY B. C o r V R I <; H T , 1901, B Y FREDERICK G. HALL THE WAYSIDE DEPARTMENT OF THE UNIVERSITYPRESS, CAMBR IDG E, U.S.A. I- iHk (iKAlJl -,T -CHOOL OF EDUCiUnf' b y. MEETING OF THE AMERICAN PHILOSOPHICAL SOCIETY April 24th, 1937, at Philadelphia Living Reminiscences of Two or Three Generations Ago By Professor C. R. Lanman, of Harvard University Friends of the Philosophical Society, and Fellotv-members: It occurred to me that, in the few minutes allowed me, I might tell you a living reminiscence or tivo of the very opening year of what may be called the oldest University of our country, the Johns Hopkins University. If my words remind you of the existence of the volume which I hold in my hand. The Launching of a Uni- versity, by its first President, Daniel Coit Oilman, they will not have been in vain. Of the three hundred gathered here, is there a single one, I wonder, who still remembers the primeval days of the Hopkins, when motherly Mrs. Egerton, and her sister, "Aunt Retty," played such a modest but highly important part in providing us students and bachelor teachers with wholesome food? It was wholesome, and incidentally, delicious, r-i- And ample was the reason we had for attend- ing the voluntary religious assembly for Christian worship, and giving thanks for a good breakfast on which to start the day's work. For the religious attitude of the University was matter of deep con- cern to Mr. Oilman.^ In October, 1876, a Presbyterian minister of New York writes to a IPresbyterian minister of Baltimore, with refer- ence to the Opening Lecture of Huxley: "It was bad enough to invite Huxley. It were better to have asked God to be present. It would have been absurd to have asked them both." On this Mr. Gilman comments: "People were on the alert for impiety, and dis- appointed to find no traces of it." Sixty-one years after, in this present year of grace, 1937, it sounds — well, funny. The events of life come in very helter-skelter fashion. And so do the various little items that I have told you in th e last half-minute. This is not ««-intentional on my part; and why? because it illustrates the helter-skelter jumble of confusingly interlacing problems, which ir was Mr. Oilman's daily task to try to solve. — It means that Gil- man's conception of his Office as a University President was broader than that of any of his predecessors as heads of Colleges. He must needs ask himself, What is the best thing — not for the Hopkins foundation alone, but rather — for any of the many foundations which then were destined soon to become real Universities through the length and breadth of our land. I don't remember ever praying to God for length of days. But that's just what's been given me. And now, at the close of my 87th year, although hard of hearing, I'm otherwise in uncommonly good health. At the beginning of Harvard's Catalog are now listed more than 2,000 "Officers of Instruction and Administration." They are so many, that I feel like a "cat in a strange garret," although (in fact and by appointment), I am the Senior of them all. At the risk of my being unduly personal, perhaps it may interest you to hear some things just because I can tell them from direct personal recollection of early childhood. For instance, a latch-string. My father's next neighbor was "Old Lady Coolidge." Her weather- beaten door was held shut by a wooden latch and an inside catch. The latch-string, passing through a hole in the door, was pulled in at night, and put out in the morning, so that an early caller could raise the latch from the outside by a gentle pull. Thus "Our latch-string is out for you" became a classic expression of cordial hospitality. Maybe some of you have seen latch-strings in the back- country of the Blue Ridge. Old Lady Coolidge's was familiar to me as a child. But I have never seen one elsewhere in all my life, not even in rural Germany.* But, to go on with direct personal recollections of earliest years, — my father had a very litde money, and lots of things far better; at Norwich-town, Connecticut, a beautiful old home (we called it * This paragraph was left out in the delivery, for brevity. "Three Elms"), with shade-trees and fruit-trees and garden, and (nota bene) plenty of wood to saw and split and lug into the house; and cows to mine ancT Jrive to pasture; and horses to feed and gro om and ride and drive. — And at Yale, I had the inestimable privilege of Being taught by Theodore Dwight Woolsey (observe his middle name) in international law and economics (free trade, Phila- delphia was the "hot-bed" of protection); and by James Dwight Dana in geology; and by William Dwight Whitney in Sanskrit (I'm sure he would have been just as splendidly inspiring in astronomy); and James Hadley in Greek. And I want you young men to'hear these their names, because, although they have been long dead, I feel sure that there are a good many young men here to whom these names mean very very much. Then came the years at Tuebingen. That was a genuine piece of the Middle Ages, surviving into the Eighteen-hundreds. There I rode and swam and hiked. And there I studied the Hindu Veda, under the sturdy and adorable Rudolph Roth, a genuine Swabian, who had been, a generation' earlTei-, ihi teacher oF my Yale teacher, Whitney. — And after Tuebingen, in 1876, came Baltimore, lovely Baltimore. There I had the example of Henry Rowland; and that, not only in science, but also in the due care of the body; for he seemed as devoted to horseback riding, as he was devoted to the most intricate problems of Physics. And as for the years of Harvard: Betsy, that was the name of my bay mare, I rode diligently all thereabouts. And then I rode bicycles, nnu\ automobiles in heedless hands, drove me from the highways, and I said, as did John D. Rockefeller, Jr., a few days ago, "Alas!" and sighed for the good old times. — But automobiles are not allowed on our Charles River, except at the bcttom, where I seldom have "UPtUSiOlI 10 yO'. ' Sd 1 still keep up my rowing, and have done 12,000 miles or more since the Dam was built. And when the Charles is covered with ice, I go with great regularity to the Harvard Swim- ming Pool. There we enjoy our plunges and dives and swims, exer- cise, moderate or strenuous, as you prefer, and in pleasant company. And above all, we think of ourselves as "boys" again. And this is precisely what we ought to do. Else, why have we just had a tip-top dinner.? if not to remind us that the fulness of life consisteth not in the abundance of severe labor that a man performeth? and that these amenities are part and parcel of a wise man's normal career? A good many of those present are Hopkins or Yale or Harvard men, assembled here under the a:gis of the venerable "Philosophical," to do honor to her wisdom and forethought, and to the devoted services of her Members and Officers. Of President Oilman's "First Twenty Fellows" of 1876, Ernest Sihler and I survive. That group includes Walter Hines Page, later our Ambassador at the Court of St. James's Palace; and the boy — I say it reverently — the red-headed boy from Grass Valley, California, Josiah Royce. Of the six original Professors, Gildersleeve, Remsen, Rowland, Sylvester, D'Urban Mor- ris, Martin, — all are dead. — One of President Oilman's happiest thoughts, in the very opening year of 1876, was the invitation of distinguished men of science and letters from elsewhere, to act as Visiting Professors at the Hopkins. Judge Cooley, the constitutional lawyer, came from the University of Michigan. Harvard sent us her two leading men of letters. Child and Russell Lowell. "Hilgard was chosen," says Oilman, "for his experience in geodesy, and because of our desire, at that early day, to initiate surveys in the State of Maryland." Observe that this is indeed a University President speak- ing, but a President who is very mindful of the fact that he is also a citizen of the State of Maryland. With a cheerful dash of colloquial- ism, Oilman adds: "Sometimes bright students were spotted by the Visiting Professors, and afterwards invited to positions of usefulness and distinction elsewhere." Of the various parties to this wide-visioned proceeding of Oilman as a University President, one asks: Which will admire him most, the other University Presidents, or the Visiting Spotters, or the Yhxted Spottees? Be that as it may, the first four years of Oilman at Hopkins were wonderful in new and fruitful additions' fd' the acknowledged role of a University President in our country. I doubt not that Presi- denl: tiowman' wOT bear me out, and confirm this testimony to Gil- man's fertility in devising ways for vasdy increasing the possibilities of usefulness of the Office of University President. — I am glad of this occasion to remind you direcdy of Oilman, and of his loving enthusiasm and devotion. O each illustrious Celebrity From whom this work has drawn its in- spiration, In gratitude and thankful courtesy The authors humbly make this dedica- tion. HIS isShaler, Fairv-taler, Scientihc mountain-sealer, Penetrator Of eaeh erater From the poles to the equator, Tamer ot the hurrieane. Prophet of the wind and rain, Hvpnoti/er Of the geyser, Wizard of the frozen plain. Hark ! What is that deep and distant subterranean roar, Arising near Memorial and reaching out to Gore? 'Tis the rumble of applause When the speaker makes a pause In relating an adventure from his fund of earthquake lore. 5 H A L E R H, what a blow, to lose so dear a friend ! And oh, how changed the old familiar place! ^r How sad our midnight meals at Herbie's stand Without the genial cheer of Herbie's face ! Since Herbie left us all and crossed the ocean, We scarce have heart to taste a custard pie; We cannot stow a dog without emotion, Or drink an egg-and-milk without a sigh. The Voice Tit seems") that sanctions him has called. And sent him to the van of civilization; In fair Manila he has been installed As Foster-father to a budding nation. LEASE make a careful study of this truth- ful illustration, And take especial notice of the subtile connotation. The atmosphere of London is so well sug- gested there, You 'd think you were in " Rotten Row " instead of Harvard Square. How palpably inadequate mv feeble talents are To tell what Har\'ard culture owes to this, its guiding star ! Coherence, Mass, and Unitv in Barrett are combined To edify the vulgar, and abash the unre- fined. DWARD, run the next one in — No, no ! That 's upside down — Ah, thank you ! This is, gentlemen, A rigger of renown. Observe the flowing drapery. The classic head and bust (In Modern Painters, Volume III, You '11 hnd these points discussed). The thoughtful rhythm of his dress, The entasis, how fine — Organic fundamentalness Expressed in every line! As Viollet-le-Duc" — but come, Before we fall asleep; I fear vou find this wearisome — And printed notes are cheap- O observer would suppose, From his unassuming clothes, This to be the famous Widow whom the student body knows; A man of wealth immense, Yet lacking all pretence, He makes the Cyclopcedia resemble thirty cents. He can give the whole of Mill In one concentrated pill, Or discourse at moment's notice on the Freedom of the Will; He will translate Voltaire With the greatest savoir faire^ And will read Indo-Iranian and never turn a hair. Dead or dreaming, drunk or sleeping, Nolen puts you through, But gratitude takes early wing when Nolen's bill is due. F wit and madness be as like as Pope and others tell, J^Then Copey by the merest squeak escapes the padded cell. Those merry quips, those airy jests he springs in English 8 Mean spinal meningitis at no very distant date. And is it all spontaneous, or is it (hush !) a bluff? And does he make them up o' nights, and crib them on his cuff?* Oh, wicked, clever cvnic! How dare you be so sly ? How dare you read " Peg Woffington" and make the Freshmen cry ? You bold, delicious joker ! You know it, yes, you do! There 's but one clever, clever Copey — and that one is you ! ASY with the fresh water, boys, And lavish with the salt ! " Who lingers in the lukewarm wash Commits the deadly fault. Who shirks his half a dozen laps, Or fails to bunk at ten, Will never have the " husk " and speed To down old Eli's men! The Globe may carp, the Herald scofl", The Crimson fret and fume, And all the coaches wear an air Of unremitting gloom; But Jack McMasters' jovial face Js always full of cheer. So three times three for Trainer jack, And down with doubt and fear ! EY, gimme a cent! Hey, will ver, mister^ Gwan ! Aw, cheest, youse stoodents never lias no mon! Dtjn't gi\e him luittin' ! Say, want me ter dance i^ 1 got a step'll put \'ouse in er Irance ! Chore! I kin scrap! Dat feller lick me^ Naw ! Aw ^ you kin not ! Shut up, V II bust vcr jaw! I'll lick him fer a nickel! Gimme a dime! Chure! Bet it on de Ha'vards, every time! Ah, chure, vouse has de change! Youse ain't so swell ! Aw, gimme a quarter, den ! Aw, go t'ell! " F all the sprightly figures that adorn the college scene, The most supremely genial is our own be- loved Dean. He "11 kick vou out of college, and he '11 never shed a tear, But he does it so politely that it's music to the car. He meets vou in the ante-room, he grasps vou by the hand. He offers vou the easv-chair, and begs you not to stand. "Good morning, Mr. Sporticus ! How is your Uncle |im? I used to know him well at school — vou look so much like him ! And vou 're enjoying college^ Yes? In- deed ! J am so glad ! Let's see — six Es i' Impossible! How very, very sad ! " H E A N E B. I. HAT a grim and cruel look Has Mr. Cram ! But he 's really just as gentle As a lamb. For without the least suspicion He will sign vour "• sick '' petition, And whether it 's a lie or not he does n't giv'c a slam ! Such a hustling and a hurrv He is in ! Don't attempt to stop and hand him Any chin. "Name, please? You'\e been cutting some. Headaches? Well, don't do it. Come!" And you take your hat and exit with a meek, respecttul grin. ON Dieu ! What is it that it is ! / A-walking on the Square ? ^' We'll brush awav the smoke — W:)ila! II est le boil Pierre ! He has the figure — is it not ?* Petit et debonnaire ! At morn he punctures daily themes With aphorisms neat, At noon he " bubbles " with the sports Upon Mount Auburn Street; At eve he does the nobby stunt With Mrs. [ack's elite. See how the RadclifFe maidens turn To rubber at his clothes ; He has a trulv high-life way Of turning out his toes. The niftv Prince of Aplcy Court, Our dainty, home-grown Rose! USHED is the sound ot happv Freshmen \'oices, ^ Hushed is the tramp ot little I'Veshmen $ No music cheers the heart of Father San- born, Save that of hurdv-gurdies from the street. Now idly at the window Sanborn sits, And gazes out upon the college gate; The giant billiard balls across the way Seem but to mock his own unhappy fate. The Freshmen pass his door, but do not enter, On, to the Union, ever f^ows the stream; For Sanborn is a monarch without courtiers, His former glory but an idle dream. ARD bv the ancient grub resort The honest Poco stands; He smiles upon each passing sport, And mildly^ rubs his hands. The student guv, of money shy, Is Poco's easy prev; There is no green in Poco's eve. He makes the business pay. He beats the little Freshmen down In manner most rococo; The Clothing Trust ot Cambridge town Is Butekan the Poco. Since this is true, the thing to do, It certainly appears, Is, give your cast-off clothing to The Student Volunteers ! EYOND the vulgar current of events, Abhorring things collegiate, doth he stay (^Three blocks above the dead line); tar away From all that can offend the liner sense. There meets the eye no crude globiferous fence, No Fogg, nor Gore; nor winds its noxious way The benzine buggv; there no night-owls stray. Or strident clamorous muckers scrambling cents. And ever and anon the far-ofl crv From Shady Hill — - Hack ! back ! '' it calls in wrath, "To Ruskin and Rossetti!" But the herd, Entranced with brutal sports, hears not the word, To Soldiers' Field pursues its downward path. And Art is left to languish and to die. 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