A POEM, READ AT THE TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY UNIVERSITY)” PENNSYLVANIA LIBRARIES Hail to this day, which is golden with glory ! Hail to this meeting of classmates and boys ! Back to the campus we come, and the story Of old Sixty-five is told o’er with its joys. II. Yes ! .we are boys again. Banish the jug—handles,— Titles and togas and toggery of men ! Hand to hand ! face to face ! Light the old club candles ; Banish all starch from the graduate’s den ! III. Wake up, ’65 ! Let the blood course as freely As when we were running to prayers, and the bell Was just dying, while Pompey (a motor like Keeley) Was locking the door, which was hope’s dying knell. IV. Awake ! Sixty—five ! Born when peace to the nation Was sounded aloud by the victories of Grant ; When the flag of our fathers resumed its proud station, And the guns of our Battery joined in the chant. V. Sing to thee ! Sing to thee ! Who would not sing to thee Founder of class-days and cradle of men? Out of the present days, who would not bring to thee ,/ Paaans of praises again and again ? VI. F ollowv thee ! Sing for thee ! Who would not waiton thee Days which were crowned like the crests of the sea? . Who, in the heat of life, kneels not in state to thee, Hours which were fairy—like, hopeful, and free? ) ) MOUTH. 2 VII. Bring ye the cypress! We pause in our meeting To wreathe with our garlands the graves of the dead! Across the dark river we send them our greeting,— The hopes which we offer, the prayers which are said! VIII. 0. ' Siby 1 of memory, ——Dea Divina, — The goddess we own by thy manifest tread Bring back to our minds‘ Jubes me, O ' Regina, Revocare, ” and so forth, the years which have fled. IX. The memory of Goodwin, so fluent and able, Who talked metaphysics and morals of W hewill For fifty—five minutes, then, turning the table, Flunked half of the class in a way which was cruel. X. The memory of Frazer with features so chemical; The chalk yand the blackboard of Kendall’s grim den, Coppée’ s brilliant rhetoric, and logic polemical; The resonant summons of Jackson to men— XI. Who were pious and good— as w as Bartlett. The rain, Like the rain of Gomorrah and Sodom, which sounded When the beans were hurled wildly’ gainst parchment and p,ane And to Germantown’ 5 peace dear old Lambden rebounded. .XII. The sesquipedalian walk of the Maj or, As 1n spondees and dacty Is he rolled o’er the floor; The notes which he handed, to— —see- that-you— —paid— —your Old quarterly fees at the treasurer’ 5 door. XIII. The summons he brought to the sinners in limbo , The grace and the ease of his carriage and mien, And Alphonzo de Pompey, with arms placed a- -kimbo, — They are surely remembered, though far from the scene. XIV. But hold up the mirror, 0 ! muse, to the faces Of those pwhom we left at commencement of yore Who are these old chaps who have taken their places? Speak! ere we show these intruders the door. 3 XV. Clergy to left of you ! Clergy to right of you ! Low- church and Broad- church and High- church are here. Hodge 15 the same, and Dick Thomas, in spite of you, Moves Bishop Rowland to smile or to tear. X VI. Schaefier’ s a Lutheran Thompson’ s a poly;glot Brown spouts his Shakespeare and quotes from the bo.ok Soul of Jas. Hutchins! How, Dante— like, jolly- -,hot . 'Thy spirit was tortured by Frazer’s stern look. . XVII. We’ve a stack full of lawyers from Corporal Gerhard, The darling of Allen in phrases of Greek; But they fight and make friends, as did Pilate and Herod, And grow fat on their fees like the sea—lions sleek. XVIII, Here’s Willie Montgomery, safe and respectable : As a Fresh he was wise while his conscience did snore ; But now he’s a civil reformer delectable, Potted and jammed with political lore. XIX. And here’s Beauveau Borie—he leads lambs to the slaughter ; Here’s Lewis, the man with the coveted Sp oon. Here’s Magee and our Quaker friend Williams, who oughter Be shining serene in maturity’ s noon. XX. And who have we here, sitting still in the corner, As Miss Muffet once sat, with her curds and her whey? Bless my soul ! if it isn’t our friend Inman Horner, With his ‘wa and his ‘wmreg and Greek 011700-627.” XXI. But now comes a little medicinal leaven. Is it Duhring, the boy who was supple and thin? Flesh and blood cannot enter the kingdom of heaven; But he 15 a doctor of bone and of skin. XXII. And Reed too! 0 Henry ,thou Phoebus Apollo; Thou paragon youth, with thy loves by the score: In “ alibis, ” “ caveats,” and such dost thou wallow, Drunk with “ Wharton on torts,” like a Rory o’ More. ' 4 XXIII. You’ve exchanged “ gaudeamus ” for “ caveat emptor,’ “ Ignorantla fact1,” “ for cocachelunk ; ” The maxims of law in the Latin you’ve dreamt o’er, While your sheepskin and glee-book you’ve stored in your trunk. XXIV. But where is McDonald? Like Midshipman Easy, He drew on his fancy when facts were not found ! Here’s a health to his memory, so genial and breezy, May the pine trees of North Carolina resound. XXV. Here is Thompson ! Behold him, the same old autonomy. He who asked questions is axed in return ; The man who vexed Goodwin in social economy Now teaches the dogmas he once would not learn ! XXVI. Here’s health to thee, Robert ; “the top of the morning” Shine on thy pure and polygonal pate ; But let me repeat to thee Lochiel’s warning ; It is Scotch, it is Irish, beware of thy fate ! . (1-) Bob Thompson ! Bob Thompson ! beware of to-day, For Free-trade will meet thee in battle array. Beware, in this rising of ominous sound, Lest the chickens of Old [Wot/267 Gzrey be drowned. (2-) Take your pig-iron, capital, interest, and such, Plead protection and tariff as industry’s crutch ; There are some of us here who are rebels to-night, But like bruisers we’ll hug ere we strip for the fight. (3-) Beware of your dogmas ! Take heed to your gain ! ’Tis a day when new forces are travailing in pain, And “ Progress and Poverty ”—twins of to—day— Are sowing a field with the mischief to pay. XXVII. Who’s this Englishman here, so full-blooded and hearty, Who in mischief was one of our sprightliest limbs? Look again—put your glasses on—study this party : He’s a living trustee—he’s the cube-root of Sims. 5 XXVIII. But I am not quite done with these Sixty-five cogers : Tom Mitchell’s in Denver, a circumspect judge ; West Point laid its fatherly hand on Bill Rogers, And we’re all moving on, be we dreamer or drudge. XXIX. And who is this iron man P spirit of Richter ! He’s a solid man like unto “ Johnny Muldoon.” Where’s thy “ unwritten music?” Speak, Thomas D. Stichter, For you once barked at Art like a dog at the moon. XXX. Here’s to Bartlett who used to make points of theology, And swept the Westminster confession quite clean VJith the five points of Calvin ; he needs no apology. Behold him ! a smiling and succulent dean. XXXI. And dear little Wallace, how we loved him and blessed him,— The pride of the Zeloes, the pet of the class ; He has sat on my lap while I fondly caressed him, And offered him bets on his fears—“ Will I pass ?” XXXII. 0, days that have gone to the past of our partedness ; O, comrades of yesterday, fathers to—day ; O, vision of innOCence, faith, and fresh—heartedness,-— Guide us and keep us the rest of life’s way. XXXIII. We have rounded the stake which we strove for at twenty; At forty we’ve doubled our ages once more ; The cup of thanksgiving, with joy and with plenty, VVe’ve drained to the full, and its blessings run o’er. XXXIV. By the lights which we saw at the start of the journey, By the graves silent under us, voices unheard, Priest, broker, and merchant, physician, attorney,— The past speaks its lessons, our spirits are stirred. — XXXV. Let us shake out the canvas, as ships on the ocean Becalmed by the stream when the winds die away ; And whate’er be the future, be ours the devotion To the faith of our youth in its sunniest day. 6 XXXVI. God grant us, although the red lightning be gleaming, Or the gale’s sullen rage may break in with its strife, Though the sail may be torn, yet faith’s flag may be streaming, To win the ‘safe harbor of heaven’s purer life. XXXVII. Sing to thee ! Sing to thee ! Who would not sing to thee? Class of our boyhood’s days, jocund and free ! Out of the busy world, who would not bring to thee Songs full of gladness and notes full of glee? TVVENTY—YEAR DINNER, CLASS OF SIXTY-FIVE, AT THE SOCIAL ART—CLUB, PHILADELPHIA, MAY 7, 1885. MEMBERS OF THE CLASS ‘PRESENT: Rev. EDWARD 'l‘OTTERSON BARTLETT, Mr. HENRY REED, Mr. GEORGE HANDY BATES, Mr. WILLIAM EVANS ROGERS, Mr. BEAUVEAII BORIE, Rev. WM. ASHMEAD SCHAEFFER, Mr. THEODORE MINIS ETTING, MI". JOHN CLARKE SIMS, Jr., Mr. JOHN SERGEANT GERHARD, Mr. CHARLES PERRY SINNICKSON, Prof. LOUIS M. HAUPT, Rev. RICHARD NEWTON THOMAS, Rev. GEORGE VVOOLSEY HODGE, Prof. ROBERT ELLIS THOMPSON, Mr. INMAN HORNER, MI'. HENRY ROBINSON TOWNE, Mr. JOHN THOMPSON LEWIS Jr., . Mr. JAMES M. POWER WALLACE, Mr. HORACE MAGEE, Mr. ETHELBERT WATTS, Mr. WILLIAM >\V. MONTGOMERY, Mr. ELLIS DAVID WILLIAMS. Rev. WM. \VILBERFORCE NEWTON, OFFICERS ELECTED : President, Mr. BEAUVEAU BORIE. Treasurer. Mr. JOHN T. LEWIS, Jr. Secretmy, Mr. JOHN C. SIMS, Jr. Commiltea, MM. W. W. MONTGOMERY Chairman, HENRY REED, JOHN C. SIMS, Jr. Next Class Dinner to be given in the Spring of 1890. Secretary’s address, 233 South Fourth Street, Philadelphia.