Kt Cenngsort Centeitarg jFete tjell* at Jtfltltoaufe ee = Sotimer College Jfttltoaufeee, Wisconsin 3Tutte Ctuelfti) 1909 UNIVERSITY OF I FKBSimtNT’S OFF SUfrtfD, Horn Ccnn&aon 18094909 3&an remains, ana fofcatsoe’r fyt brought of gooD or braae Will moult) J)im tljro’ tyt cscU-gear ^fiat Baton* bei)mt> tfce graae ” CJ)e Court of rije ^Princess 3tia in &ural Cnglaitti on tlje f irst Bap of JHap from ^unrtse to Sunset a iUibgummer J3ap;2Bream. A tale for summer as befits the time, And something it should be to suit the place: A talk of college and of ladies’ rights, A feudal knight in sinken masquerade, And, yonder, shrieks and strange experiments- This were a MEDLEY. No matter: we will say whatever comes. And let the ladies sing us, if they will, From time to time, some ballad or a song To give us breathing space. And here I give the story and the songs. Co $resii3ent i&a&in DRAMATIC DIRECTOR. , s o^°^ Mary E. Wilder. ' LITERARY DIRECTOR. Emily F. Brown. MUSIC DIRECTOR. Eolia Carpenter. ART DIRECTOR. Emily P. Groom. DIRECTOR OF THE DANCES. Elizabeth Dickerson. TREASURER. Sarah Ferris. DIRECTORS OF THE EPISODES. 1st. Episode — Winifred Hale 2nd. Episode — Florence Crocker. 3rd. Episode — Eleanor Brown. 4th Episode — Elma Hanson 5th. Episode — Lena Tomson. 7th Episode — Winifred Titus. Page Three Court of tf)e princess. prologue anil epilogue. THE FRESHMAN CLASS. Ethel Magie (1909) Harriet Haney Helen Chambers Elma Barker (1909) Helen Stoppenbach THE PRINCESS Lady Psyche Lady Blanche . . . Melissa THE PRINCE . . MAIDENS ATTENDING THE PRINCESS. Martha Brindley Adella Carson Helen Chase Marguerite Hart Portia Howe Gertrude Kasten Katherine Mailer Ethel Mansfield Eva Wallis Catharine Light LADY PSYCHE’S PUPILS. Emily Albers Charlotte Albert Elizabeth Bannon Mabel Beaver Helene Boerner Margaret Burns Annie Cahoon Helen Kermott Leona Kuether Olive Lindenschmidt Margaret Morgan Avrina Pugh Rena Sachs Eleanor Smith Faith Smith Lucie Stiemkie Florence Sweeting Bessie Tainsh LADY BLANCHE’S PUPILS. Elma Barker Lucia Juergens Jessie Lewin Margaret Murphy Edith Neal Vernelia Pierce Hilda Raetzman Henriette Rissman Dorothy Robertson Laura Stern Katherine Breck Dorothy Brown Marguerite Crawford Nora Davis Marjorie Eastman Eva Ferguson Gertrude Friday Katherine Gregg Lenore Hewit Elizabeth Hiestand Page Four EPISODE ONE. “Ct )t of ” THE FIRST YEARS. Herald Mary Ilsley The May Queen, Lady Flora Mary Dodson The Sleeping Beauty Pearl Davi°. The Fairy Prince Laura Russell BEARERS OF THE FLOAT. Ruth Arnold Frieda Gutenkunst Gertrude Newald Sadie Miller Loela Davis Berenice Gether Louise Kletzsch Nina Wetmore MAY-DAY Elizabeth Leeds Anita Stolz Anna Wellauer Erma Villmow Marjorie Nau Irmagarde Meckelberg Carola Berry Helen Roe Frances Kennan DANCERS. Hester Dyer Helen Chubbuck Adelaide Bartholf Nellie Thiermann Lilias Morehouse Norma Dee Helen Reed Edith Silkworth Katharine Tooker EPISODE TWO. “Ct)E ©team of jfatr Women.” THE THIRD YEARS. Herald Ruth Horton Symbolic Figure: The Dreamer Dorothy Cunningham BEARERS OF THE FLOAT. Ruth Sigrist Francis Gayle Gretchen Salsich Elsie Jackson Laura Perley Henrietta Pierce Adelaine Steigley Katharine Sanderson FAIR WOMEN FROM “THE DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN ” Helen of Troy . . . Iphigenia Cleopatra Jephtha’s Daughter Rosamond Margaret Roper . . Joan of Arc Queen Eleanor . . . Marion Rawson Natalie Johnson Beatrice Zwetow Hannah Eschweiler Lillian Ross Ruth Allen Lucille Bartlett Beatrice Hyman Page Five OTHER FAIR ONES. Boadicea Lorraine Haskin Oenone Margaret Bouer Lilian Ethel Gray Claribel Grace Davidson Eleanore Helen Constantine Isabel Alma Sidenberg Mariana Jessica Boorse Madeline Ruth Taber Margaret Eleanor Hanchett Rosalind Maude Dugge Adeline Janet Camp EPISODE THREE. “Cl )t jf0te£tet£*” THE SECOND YEARS. Herald Symbolic Figure: Puck, the Spirit of the Forest Robin Hood Maid Marian Friar Tuck Will Scarlet Little John FIDDLERS. Anita Bauch Margaret Wahl Viola Sturdevant Alice Charleton Doris Lindsay Ruth Dillman Alma Kletzsch Mary Cushing Esther Mansfield Edith Campbell ROBIN HOOD’S MEN. Lorraine Schiller Katherine MacGillis Ruth Lindsay Mae Sprague Deborah Lorenze Evelyn Wildner Elinor Van Dyke Elise Scott Carrie Stiefel Elizabeth Wight VILLAGE MAIDENS. Dorothy Rice Alice Mary Miller Gertrude Puelicher Dorothy Watkins Florence Rosenberg Margaret Bigelow Lois Kupfer Ruth O’Brien EPISODE FOUR. “Cl)e 3bplls of tfje fteartf)” THE HOME ECONOMICS CLASSES. Herald Anna May French Standard Bearer Ina Baker Symbolic Figure: A Maid at the Distaff. Adelaide Rawson BEARERS OF THE FLOAT. Dora Helmer Eleanor Penner Eunice Johnson Hazel Perkins Anita Dohmen Ethel Peterson Mary Wood Polly Goldsworthy HOLIDAY-MAKERS. “The Talking Oak” Edna Flipse The Gardener’s Daughter Martha Jochem Her Lover Emma Ziesler Dora Lucile Willard The Uncle Estelle Hanchette Enoch Arden Pauline Carter Annie Lee Eleanor Swan Will Waterproof Margaret McConochie The Northern Farmer Lenore Tiefenthaler His Wife Clara Haase The Grandmother Nettie Torrance The Milkmaid Ina Sparks The Miller’s Daughter Blanche Davenport The Goose Ruth Hamilton EPISODE FIVE. “Clje Stiplte of tf)e mng." THE FOURTH YEARS. Herald Florence Foreman Standard Bearer Helen Hill Symbolic Figure: The Spirit of Chivalry Elizabeth Foster King Arthur Emmeline Inbusch Merlin Sophie Kitz The Three Queens. Neita Oviatt Marion Davis Helen Klode Dubric Irma Gribble Sir Launcelot Irma Bauch Queen Guinevere Marion Camp Ladies of the Court Helen Adler Alice Rosenstein Mildred Wright Nesta Densmoor Edna Schorer Muriel Schultz Belle Holthoff Gertrude Strickland Gladys Miller Elaine Elsa Koop Nun Dcrothy Usher Vivian Claire Tabor Isolde Mildred Masterton Knights. Geraint Norma Bauch Gareth Dorothy Davis Balin Edith Chapman Sagramore Theresa Greenhoot Percivale Sibyl Holmes Tristram Lillian Knell Galahad Helen Lee Bors Anita Mann Valence Alice Chapman Miller Balan Nancy Van Dyke Gawain Mary Brown Bedivere Margaret Seaman Page Seven Trumpeters Gertrude Alden Rosalie Jacobs Dorothy Alexander Stella Ulrich Masters of the Horse Miss Ellsworth Miss Dickerson EPISODE SIX. “3ti jWemorxam.” THE UPPER CLASSMEN. Herald Standard Bearer The Lyric Muse Juniors. Maude Campbell Ella Wood Maude Hawkins The Nine Muses Ruth Battis Lena Stebbins Emmogene Hayward Eleanor Suckow Johanna Klingholz Gertrude Van Dyke Martha Rahr Lillian Remsburg Elma Barker Seniors. Chancellor of Cambridge University .... Vera Lischer Bearer of the Standard with Coat-of- Arms of Trinity College Fredda Brown The Cambridge “Apostles.” Grace Arnold Callie Smith Lucy French Adelia Gauzwitz Caroline Gage Lelia Gauzwitz Selma Stern May Wood Inez Strohm Lora Jensen Nilla Hoard Annetta Maxwell EPISODE SEVEN. Cemtptfott ttje laureate of tfje Brttisf) Ration. THE SOPHOMORES. Herald Dorothy Slater St. George Margaret Davison “Cl )e Ixgl )t 33riga&e.” Linda Holley Harriet Reynolds Norma Kussel Marelie Schirmer Donna Messenger Lois Suttle Edith Millett Verle Sells Gertrude Mueller Bessie Taylor Bessie Torrance Page Eight “Ct \t fleet” Britannia Belle Fleek Ethel Clark Amy Howe Sue Jones Florence Wilson British Naval Officers Myrtie Postel Lillian Reinking Lucia Stone Olga Schuette Verna Scollard “Ctjc <©ueen’$? jubilee.” Representatives of the Colonies. India — Marie Damon, Elizabeth Timme, Ruth Hyde, Ruth Dodge, Frieda Miller, Helen Tyrrell. Scotland — Verle Sells, Ruth Sterling, Helen Hood. Ireland — Florence Schuette, Florence Dutton. Canada — Marie Chamberlain. Australia — Golden Lanning. Wales — Helen Connor. MUSICIANS. Piano Miss Carpenter Violin Dorothy Robertson Director of Military Band Mr. Henry Tetzner Vocal — Hester Adams. Come into the Garden Maud. (Balfe.) Go not. Happy Day. (Whelpley) Elma Barker O Swallow, Swallow, Flying South (Whelpley) Song of Jephtha’s Daughter. Ethel Magie The Throstle. Flower in the Crannied Wall. Ask Me No More. Helen Stoppenbach Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal. Emily Elmore The Milkmaid’s Song from Queen Mary. (Malloy) Mildred Corning Beat upon Mine Little Heart (from Romney’s Remorse). Marion Rogers The Miller’s Daughter (Chadwick) (White) (Mason) (F. S. Converse) (Roger Quilter) COSTUMER, Fritz Schultz, of Chicago. Page Nine prologue at tfje Court of tfje f&rtncejSg Ifia. Morn in the white wake of the morning star Comes furrowing all the orient into gold THE PRINCESS. This morning is the morning of the day. All the land in flowery squares Smells of the coming summer; all of Heaven is pure Up to the Sun, and May from verge to verge. From the woods Come voices of the well-contented doves. The lark can scarce get out his notes for joy, But shakes his song together as he nears His happy home, the ground. To left and right, The cuckoo tell his name to all the hills. Hear how the bushes echo! by my life, These birds have joyful thoughts. Think you they sing Like poets, from the vanity of song? Or have they any sense of why they sing? Once more the Heavenly Power Makes all things new And domes the red-plow’d hills With loving blue. The blackbirds have their wills, The throstles, too. Page Ten THE PRINCESS SINGS. The Throstle. “Summer is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,” Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. “New, new, new, new!” Is in then so new That you should carol so madly? “Love again, song again, nest again, young again” Never a prophet so crazy! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. “Here again, here, here, here, happy year!” O warble unchidden, unbidden! Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, And all the winters are hidden. DANCE ON THE SWARD BY THE COURT-MAIDENS. O how sweet To linger here with fair philosophies That lift the fancy; for indeed these fields Are lovely, lovelier not the Elysian lawns, Where paced the Demigods of old, and saw The soft white vapor streak the crowned towers Built to the Sun. HYMN TO THE SUN SUNG BY THE COURT-MAIDENS. Once again thou flamest heavenward, once again we see thee rise, Every morning is thy birthday gladdening human hearts and eyes. Every morning here we greet it, bowing lowly down before thee, Thee, the Godlike, thee, the changeless in thine ever-changing skies. Shadow-maker, shadow-slayer, arrowing light from clime to clime, Hear thy myriad laureates hail thee monarch in their woodland rhyme; Warble bird, and open flower, men, below the dome of azure Kneel adoring Him the Timeless in the flame that measures Time. THE PRINCESS. ’t is so: For was, and is, and will be, are but is; And all creation is one act at once, The birth of light: but we that are not all, As parts, can see but parts, now this, now that, And live, perforce, from thought to thought, and make One act a phantom of succession: thus Our weakness somehow shapes the shadow Time; But in the shadow will we work, and mould The woman to the fuller day. Enough. Let some one sing to us; lightier move The minutes fledged with music. Page Eleven MELISSA SINGS. O Swallow, Swallow, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. O Swallow, flying from the golden woods, Fly to her, and pipe, and woo her, and make her mine, And tell her, tell her that I follow thee . THE PRINCESS. A mere love-poem ! O for such, my friend, We hold them slight — Knaves are men; So they blaspheme the Muse! But great is song Used to great ends: — O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims: work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain sealed: Drink deep, until the habits of the slave, The sins of emptiness, gossip, and spite, And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble. But enough! And now, to leaven play with profit, you, Know you no song, the true growth of your soil, That gives the manners of your country women? THE COURT-MAIDENS SING. Come, Let’s be Merrie (Old English.) As the maidens sing, troops of children run danc- ing in, laden with the first flowers of Spring, which they have gathered in the woods hard by. This ends the Prologue, and begins THE PAGEANT. Page Twelve EPISODE ONE. “Cfje promise of i&ap.” O joy for the promise of May, of May, O joy for the promise of May. THE PRINCESS. Our Court is always May, buds out in masques, Breaks into feathered merriment, and flowers In silken pageants. Presentation of May-Flowers to the Princess. THE PRINCESS SINGS. Flower in the Crannied Wall. THE CROWNING OF THE MAY QUEEN, LADY FLORA. Old English Song (1650). The Queen of May. Hail! Ample presence of a Queen, Bountiful, beautiful, apparell’d gay, Whose mantle, every shade of glancing green, Flies back in fragrant breezes to display A tunic white as May. SYMBOLIC REPRESENTATION OF THE AWAKENING OF SPRING: THE DAY-DREAM. All precious things, discovered late, To those that seek them issue forth; For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth. He travels far from other skies — His mantle glitters on the rocks — A fairy Prince with joyful eyes, And lighter-footed than the fox. SONG BY THE FLOWER-MAIDENS. What Does Little Birdie Say? EPISODE TWO. “Cl)e Bream of Jfair Women.” I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, “The Legend of Good Women,” long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made His music heard below; At last methought that I had wander’d far In an old wood: fresh-wash’d in coolest dew The maiden splendors of the morning star Shook in the steadfast blue. Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong, And trumpets blown for wars. Page Thirteen HELEN OF TROY PASSES. At length I saw a lady within call, Stiller than chisell’d marble, standing there; A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair. IPHIGENIA. and turning I appealed To one that stood beside. But she, with sick and scornful looks averse, To her full height her stately stature draws. CLEOPATRA. I, turning, saw, throned on a flowery rise, One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll’d; A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes, Brow-bound with burning gold. JEPHTHA’S DAUGHTER. Then I heard A noise of some one coming thro’ the lawn, And singing clearer than the crested bird That claps his wings at dawn. ROSAMOND. ‘Alas! Alas!’ a low voice, full of care, Murmured beside me: ‘Turn and look on me; I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair, If what I was, I be.’ MARGARET ROPER. - - - - - - her, who clasp’d in her last trance Her murdered father’s head. JOAN OF ARC. _ - _ _ - _ or Joan of Arc, A light of ancient France. QUEEN ELEANOR. Or her who knew that Love can vanquish Death, Who kneeling, with one arm about her King, Drew forth the poison with her balmy breath, Sweet as new buds in Spring. BOADICEA. So the Queen Boadicea, Brandishing in her hand a dart and Rolling glances lioness-like. OENONE. Hither came Mournful Oenone, wandering forlorn. Her cheek had lest the rose, and round her neck Floated her hair or seemed to float in rest. Page Fourteen LILIAN. Airy, fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above me. Laughing all she can. CLARIBEL. Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony. ELEANORE. How may full-sailed verse express, How may measured words adore The full-flowing harmony Of thy swan-like stateliness, Eleanore? ISABEL. Revered Isabel the crown and head, The stately flower of female fortitude, Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead. MARIANA. Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. MADELINE. Smiling, frowning, evermore, Thou art perfect in love-lore, Ever varying Madeline. MARGARET. O sweet pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, From all things outward you have won A tearful grace, as tho’ you stood Between the rainbow and the sun. ROSALIND. My Rosalind, my Rosalind, My frolic falcon, with bright eyes. ADELINE. Mystery of mysteries, Faintly smiling Adeline — With thy floating flaxen hair Thy rose-lips and full blue eyes. Shadowy, dreamy Adeline? So shape chased shape as swift as, when to land Bluster the winds and tides the selfsame way, Crisp foam-flakes scud along the level sand, Torn from the fringe of spray. EPISODE THREE. “Cf)e jForcsttrs?.” — “the wild wood! to cast All threadbare household habit, mix with all The lusty life of wood and underwood, Hawk, buzzard, jay, the mavis, and the merle, The tawny squirrel vaulting thro’ the boughs, The deer, the high-back’d polecat, the wild boar, The burrowing badger — By St. Nicholas I have a sudden passion for the wild wood — What say you? Shall we go? Your hands, Your hands!” MORRIS DANCE AND MAYPOLE SONG: TO THE MAYPOLE HASTE AWAY. (Time of Queen Elizabeth.) Chorus. THERE IS NO LAND LIKE ENGLAND. (Arthur Sullivan.) There is no land like England Where’er the light of day be, There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be. There is no land like England Where’er the light of day be; There are no men like Englishmen So tall and bold as they be. And these will strike for England And man and maid be free, To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree. There is no land like England, Where’er the light of day be; There are no wives like English wives So fair and chaste as they be. There is no land like England Where’er the light of day be; There are no maids like English maids So beautiful as they be. And these shall wed with freemen, And all their sons be free, To sing the songs of England Beneath the greenwood tree. Page Sixteen SONG OF THE FORESTERS, AS THEY LEAVE THE SWARD. A HUNTING WE WILL GO. Our forest games are ended ,our free life, And we must hence. I trust We shall return to the wood. Meanwhile, farewell Old friends, old patriarch oaks. You seem, as it were, Immortal and we mortal. How few Junes Will heat our pulses quicker! How few frosts Will chill the hearts that beat for Robin Hood! And yet I think these oaks at dawn and even, Or in the balmy breathings of the night, Will whisper evermore of Robin Hood. We leave but happy memories in the forest. You, good friar, You Muck, you Scarlet, you dear Little John, Your names will cling like ivy to the wood, And here perhaps a hundred years away Some hunter in day-dreams or half asleep Will hear our arrows whizzing overhead, And catch the winding of a phantom horn. EPISODE FOUR. of tfyz Jjeartl)/' MERRY-MAKING BY RURAL CHARACTERS AROUND “THE TALKING OAK.” Down from the mountain And over the level And streaming and shining on Silent river, Silvery willow. Pasture and plowland, Innocent maidens, Garrulous children, Homestead and Harvest, Reaper and Gleaner, And rough-ruddy faces Of lowly labour Slided the Gleam. HOLIDAY-MAKERS. The Gardener’s Daughter — one arm aloft. Gowned in pure white, that fitted to the shape — A single stream of all her soft brown hair Pour’d on one side. Song: Come into the Garden, Maud. Page Seventeen Dora. And Dora took the child, and went her way Across the wheat, and sat upon a mound That was unsown, where many poppies grew. A Merry-Maker Sings. Beat upon mine, little heart! Enoch Arden. Then, on a golden autumn eventide, The younger people making holiday With bag and sack and basket, great and small, Went nutting to the hazel. Will Waterproof. “O, plump head-waiter at the Cock, To which I most resort, How goes the time? ’Tis five o’clock, Go fetch a pint of port.” The Northern Farmer. “Doesn’t thou ’ear my ’erse’s legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that’s what I ’ears ’em saay.” The Grandmother. “For mine is a time of peace, it is not often I grieve; I am oftener sitting at home in my father’s farm at eve; And the neighbors come and laugh and gossip and so do I; I find myself often laughing at things that have long gone by.” The Milkmaid Sings. “Shame upon you, Robin, Shame upon you now! Kiss me would you? with my hand Milking the cow? Daisies grow again, Kingcups blow again, And you came and kissed me milking the cow.” The Miller’s Daughter. “Sometimes I saw you sit and spin; And in the pauses of the wind, Sometimes I heard you sing within. Oh, well — but sing the foolish song I gave you, Alice, on the day When arm in arm, we went along, A pensive pair — ” SONG. It is the Miller’s Daughter. Page Eighteen EPISODE FIVE. “'JbpHs of t!)c lung.” Then, with a melody Stronger and statelier, Led me at length To the city and palace Of Arthur the King; Touch’d at the golden Cross of the churches, Flash’d on the Tournament, Flicker’d and bicker’d From helmet to helmet, And last on the forehead Of Arthur the blameless Rested the Gleam. THE COMING OF ARTHUR. To me, methought, who waited with a crowd, There came a bark, that, blowing forward, bore King Arthur, like a modern gentleman Of stateliest port; and all the people cried, ‘Arthur is come again: he cannot die’ THE CROWNING OF ARTHUR. and Arthur sat Crowned on the dais, But when he spake and cheer’d his Table Round With large divine, and comfortable words, Down from the casement over Arthur, smote Flame-colour, vert, and azure in three rays, One falling upon each of three fair queens, Who stood in silence near his throne, the friends Of Arthur, gazing on him, tall, with bright Sweet faces, who will help him at his need. And there I saw mage Merlin, whose vast wit And hundred winters are but as the hands Of loyal vassals toiling for their liege. And near him stood the Lady of the Lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, She gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword. There likewise I beheld Excalibur Before him at his crowning borne, — rich With jewels, elfin Urim, on the hilt — the blade so bright That men are blinded by it. THE MEETING OF ARTHUR AND GUINEVERE. Then Arthur charged his warrior whom he loved And honour’d most, Sir Launcelot, to ride forth And bring the Queen; and watched him from the gates: And Launcelot past away among the flowers, Page Nineteen (For then was latter April) and return’d Among the flowers, in May, with Guinevere. Far shone the fields of May thro’ open door, The sacred altar blossomed white with May, The Sun of May descended on their King; They gazed on all earth’s beauty in their Queen, And holy Dubric spread his hands and spake, Reign ye, and live and love, and make the world Other, and may thy Queen be one with thee, And all this Order of thy Table Round, Fulfill the boundless purpose of their King!’ Then while they paced a city all on fire With sun and cloth of gold, the trumpets blew, And Arthur’s Knighthood sang before the King. FULL CHORUS. BLOW TRUMPET. (Music composed by Miss Carpenter.) Blow, trumpet, for the world is white with May; Blow, trumpet, the long night hath roll’d away! Blow thro’ the living world — “Let the King reign.” Strike for the King and live! his Knights have heard That God hath told the King a secret word. Fall battle-axe and flash brand! Let the King reign! Blow, trumpet! he will lift us from the dust. Blow, trumpet! live the strength and die the lust! Clang battle-axe and clash brand! Let the King reign. Blow for our Sun is mighty in his May! Fall battle-axe and flash brand! Let the King reign! Blow for our Sun is mightier day by day! The King will follow Christ, and we the King In whom high God hath breathed a secret thing, Fall battle-axe, and flash brand! Let the King reign. THE DEPARTURE OF THE KNIGHTS ON THE QUEST. “Knights, that in twelve great battles splash’d and dyed The strong White Horse in his own heathen blood — Go, since your vows are sacred, being made: Yet — for ye know the cries of all my realm Pass thro’ this hall — how often, O my Knights, Your places being vacant at my side, This chance of noble deeds will come and go Unchallenged, while ye follow wandering fires Lost in the quagmire! Many of you, yea most, Return no more. The sequel of today unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous Knights Whereof this world holds record.” Page Twenty THE PASSING OF ARTHUR. Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere: “Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble Knight. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world, And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.” Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: “The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world, Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? Take Excalibur and fling him far into the middle mire. But now farewell. I am going a long way To the island-valley of Avilion, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.” Clouds and darkness Closed upon Camelot; Arthur had vanished I knew not whither, The King who loved me And cannot die. For out of the darkness Silent and slowly The Gleam,, that had waned to a wintry glimmer Drew to the valley Named of the shadow, And slowly moving again to a melody Fell on the shadow, No longer a shadow, But clothed with the Gleam. EPISODE SIX. “In jMemoriam,” This truth came borne with bier and pall, I felt it when I sorrowed most. ’Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. The Muses in solemn procession bewailing the death of Arthur Hallam, and bearing the symbol: the Lyric Muse. Page Twenty-one A life that all the Muses deck’d, With gifts of grace, that might express All comprehensive tenderness, All subtilizing intellect. But I am but an earthly Muse, And owning but a little art To lull with song an aching heart, And render human love his dues. CHORUS. Crossing the Bar. The Chancellor of Cambridge University and The Cambridge “Apostles,” bearing a banner with the Seal of Trinity College. [Arthur Henry Hallam] William Henry Brookfield. Joseph William Blakesley Charles Buller John Mitchell Kemble Henry Lushington Frederick Denison Maurice John Sterling James Spedding Richard Monckton Milnes Richard Chenevix French George Stovin Venables Alfred Tennyson. I past beside the reverend walls, In which of old I wore the gown, I roved at random through the town; And saw the tumult of the halls. Where once we held debate, a band Of youthful friends, on mind and art, And labor, and the changing mart. And all the framework of the land. EPISODE SEVEN. “€&e i-tgljt BrigaOe.” Shout for England!. .Ho! for England! George for England !.. Merry England! England for aye! Hold up the Lion of England on high! Shout for God and our right! Banner of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou Floated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry. Page Twenty- two MUSIC BY THE BAND. The Dashing White Sergeant. (Bishop.) Roast Beef of Old England (Old English.) John Peel. (Old English.) British Grenadiers. (16th. Century.) “Cite fleet.” Britannia at the Prow, escorted by English Sailors. The fleet of England is her all-in-all; Her fleet is in your hands, And in her fleet, her Fate. FULL CHORUS. Rule Britannia. (Thomson-Arne 1740.) The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle! with matchless beauty crown’d, And manly hearts to guard the fair. “<©n tt>e jubilee of <©ueen ©tctona.” Procession of Representatives of the Empire. Fifty times the rose has flower’d and faded, Fifty times the golden harvest fallen, Since our Queen assumed the globe, the sceptre. Fifty years of ever-broadening commerce! Fifty years of ever-brightening science! Fifty years of ever-widening Empire! You, the hardy, laborious, Patient children of Albion, You Canadian, Indian, Australasian, African; All your hearts be in harmony, All your voices in unison, Singing, “Hail to the glorious Golden year of her Jubilee!” GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. Page Twenty-three TOAST TO THE QUEEN, TO ENGLAND, TO AMERICA. Hands All Round. (Old Sussex Tune.) First pledge our Queen this solemn night; Then drink to England every guest That man’s the best cosmopolite Who loves his country best. The glorious name of England ever, Hands All Round. Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, We know thee, and we love thee best, For art thou not of British blood? Round, Round, Hands All Round, To this united cause of Freedom, Hands All Round. PRINCESS. Sharers of our glorious past, Brothers, must we part at last? Shall we not thro’ good and ill Cleave to one another still? Britain’s myriad voices call, Sons be welded each and all, Into one imperial whole, One with Britain, heart and soul! One life, one flag, one fleet, one Throne! Britons, hold your own! epilogue. [At this crisis the Princess is interrupted by the unexpected arrival of the Prince who addresses her as follows:] “O not to pry and peer on your reserve, But led by golden wishes, and a hope The child of regal compact, did I break Your precinct; not a scorner of your sex But venerator, zealous it should be All that it might be: hear me, for I bear, From the flaxen curl to the gray lock a life Less mine than yours : Yet that I came not all unauthorized, Behold your father’s letter. Page Twenty-four THE PRINCESS. I wed with thee! I bound by precontract Your bride, your bond-slave! not tho’ all the gold That veins the world were pack’d to make your crown. Sir, Your falsehood and yourself are hateful to us: I trample on your offers and on you; Begone: we will not look upon you more. We had our dreams; perhaps you mixt with them: We touch on our dead self, nor shun to do it, Being other — since we learnt our meaning here, To lift the woman’s fallen divinity Upon an even pedestal with man. THE PRINCE. Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lies in height In height and cold, the splendor of the hills? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold, he, 0 come, for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. THE PRINCESS SINGS. Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; But O too fond, when have I answer’d thee? Ask me no more. THE PRINCESS CONTINUES. 1 still am loth to yield myself to one That wholly scorned to help our equal rights Against the sons of men and barbarous laws. THE PRINCE. Blame not too much the sons of men and barbarous laws; Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know The woman’s cause is man’s; they rise or sink Together, dwarfed or god-like, bond or free. We two will serve them both in aiding her ; Page Twenty-five Then comes the statelier Eden back to men. Then springs the crowning race of humankind, May these things be! 0 we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end. Indeed I love thee; come, Yield thyself up: my hopes and thine are one Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me. THE PRINCESS SINGS. Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are sealed: 1 strove against the stream and all in vain: Let the great river take me to the main. No more dear love, for at a touch I yield: Ask me no more. THE PRINCE SINGS. Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake: So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me. THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS SING. Life of the Life within my blood Light of the Light within mine eyes, The May begins to breathe and bud, And softly blow the balmy skies. Bathe with me in the fiery flood, And mingle kisses, tears, and sighs, Life of the Life within my blood, Light of the Light within mine eyes, HYMEN SINGS. Go, not, happy day, From the shining fields Go, not, happy day, Till the maiden yields; Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks And a rose her mouth. Blush from West to East, Blush from East to West, Till the West is East, Blush it thro’ the West. Page Twenty-six FULL CHORUS. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story. The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. Oh, hark, oh, hear, how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going, O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river. Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. THE PRINCESS. There sinks the nebulous Star we call the Sun. Arise and let us wander forth; For look, the sunset, south and north, Winds all the vale in rosy folds, And fires the narrow casement glass, Touching the sullen pool below. On the chalk-hill the bearded grass Is dry and dewless. Let us go. FULL CHORUS. Blow! Trumpet! Blow! the world is white with May. - - - - and then we turn’d, Went forth in long retinue — till the sun Grew broader toward his death, and fell, and all The rosy heights came out above the lawns. Page Twenty-seven UNIVERSITY OH ILLINOIS PRESIDENT'S OFFICE. i L. 3 0112 105733916