EXHIBITIONS, ENTERTAINMENTS, AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS
=Type of story.= News stories in this division may be grouped in
two classes: (1) those of display, such as exhibitions, shows, fairs,
and parades, and (2) those of banquets, holiday celebrations, and other
special occasions, such as college commencements. Although the subject
matter covers a wide range, the method of handling the news is much the
same.
=Purpose.= The aim in these stories is not only to portray
attractively the events and scenes but to bring out the spirit of the
occasion. There is generally a dominant note in all these events,
and the effectiveness of the description can be greatly heightened
by selecting those details that bring out this note. The selection
and presentation of details from the point of view of their value as
showing the mood of the occasion results in a story of much greater
interest than does the mere recording of the different incidents.
Accuracy in news stories of this kind, therefore, is not simply
faithfulness to fact, but truth of sentiment. Untruthfulness lies in
adding fictitious details in an effort to heighten the appeal, and in
substituting sentimentality for true sentiment.
=Treatment.= The chief problem in writing these stories is to
select picturesque and significant phases from the large mass of
available material, and to reproduce the scenes and incidents with
vividness. These events offer one of the few chances in news writing
for pure description. In general the description is of the so-called
dynamic type, in that all of the details are selected with the purpose
of bringing out one impression rather than of giving a complete picture.
In descriptions of holiday celebrations an emotional appeal is possible
because every festival and holiday has its own particular sentiment.
Christmas is distinctly the children’s day and is characterized by
generosity. Memorial day is marked by patriotic reverence for dead
heroes, Fourth of July by patriotic jollification, and Thanksgiving day
by the idea of feasting. For banquets and similar occasions in which
the spirit of good fellowship is the dominant note the descriptive
method in a lighter vein is particularly appropriate.
When speeches and toasts are delivered in connection with these
events, they are treated like other speeches and are fitted into the
story as incidents of the occasion, or, if they are of sufficient
significance, they may be played up as the feature.
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AUTOMOBILE SHOW TO OPEN
_New York Times_
The National Automobile Chamber of Commerce will
open its Fifteenth Annual National Automobile Show
in Grand Central Palace next Saturday, Jan. 2.
The Show Committee of the N. A. C. C., which has
the exhibition in charge, consists of Col. George
Pope, H. O. Smith, Wilfred C. Leland, and S. A.
Miles, manager. Instead of opening at night, the
doors will be unlocked at 2 P. M. Displays of goods
conservatively valued at more than $3,500,000 will
occupy the 150,000 square feet of floor space on
four floors of the building. About 50,000 more
square feet of floor space is available this year
than in previous seasons.
There is a total of 338 exhibits. Gasoline pleasure
cars will be shown by eighty-one manufacturers; six
companies will show electric cars, and thirteen
will display motor cycles. The remaining 238
exhibitors are makers of accessories. More than 400
complete cars will be shown. These will be found to
range in price from $295 to $7,500. No commercial
cars will be exhibited, but there will be a
special information bureau for commercial vehicle
manufacturers.
In order to make a beautiful setting for the cars
and show them to advantage, the interior of the
palace has been converted into a Persian palace.
The decoration color scheme is white, gold,
and crimson. The lobby of the building will be
decorated to resemble a California garden.
Following the custom of former years, Wednesday,
Jan. 6, has been set aside as Society Day, upon
which double admission will be charged. There will
also be a Theatrical Day, Monday, Jan. 4, upon
which representative players will be guests of the
management. The exposition will remain open for
one week, until Jan. 9. On the first day the doors
will open at 2 P. M., and on other days at 10 A.
M., with the exception of Sunday, when the building
will remain closed.
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POULTRY SHOW
_New York Evening Post_
The twentieth annual exhibition of the New York
Poultry, Pigeon and Pet Stock Association was
opened several hours before daybreak this morning
with appropriate barnyard pomp and ceremony. One of
the 6,500 fowl assembled in Madison Square Garden,
with bold disregard for the conventions of city
life, started things at 3 A. M., and in an instant
the whole family was flapping its wings and crowing
sociably one to another.
Even though it was only the light from an arc lamp
outside, which the birds mistook for the rising
sun, they resolved to make the best of it, and at
noon all the inmates were in excellent voice.
The great arena, filled row upon row with every
variety of domestic fowl, resounded with echoes of
the farm.
It was one long, continuous cock-a-doodle-doo, that
gave the impression that all the barnyards of the
world had suddenly been combined in one.
A flock of white Wyandottes, looking very pompous,
supplied the baritone parts of the medley, while
occasionally a peevish falsetto cackle could be
discerned issuing from the bantam household.
Melodious squawks from several turkey gobblers,
who had escaped the axe this season, added to the
hoarse cackle of numerous ducks, helped to fill in
the gaps.
One change was noticeable to-day in the absence
of Canadian-bred birds. In former years, fowl
from across the border have been among the most
interesting in the exhibit, affording a basis for
comparison of the poultry of the two countries.
But, owing to the strict quarantine regulations
now in force, officers of the New York State
Association found it impossible to include this
feature in this year’s show. The fact that there
are no Canadian entries is accountable for the
smaller number of exhibits, some six hundred
Canadian specimens having been withheld by the
Canadian fanciers. The reason, it was stated, was
the prevalence of disease among cattle at the
present time. The Canadian inspectors had announced
that they would not allow consignments shipped to
the exhibition to reënter the country.
All States north of the Ohio and east of the
Mississippi have sent specimens to the exhibit,
while a number of Southern and Western States are
represented also.
On the main floor the entire space is devoted to
fowl, of every variety, displayed in steel cages.
The centre of the arena is occupied by a small
tank, used as a duck pond, and grouped around this
are several large cages, containing specially rare
specimens. The balcony, circling the enclosure, is
devoted to pigeons and pet stock, including guinea
pigs, rabbits, and white mice.
Along with the poultry display, there is the usual
accompaniment of farmyard devices, brooders,
incubators, and patent feeders, which occupy
booths in various parts of the main floor. John,
a fine white Wyandotte cock from Jersey, was on
hand to-day to do his share in exhibiting a device
for grinding bones. He was hitched to a miniature
mill, in which he had been trained for months to
make the circuit like a horse. But everything at
the Garden was so different, and so unlike life in
the peaceful Jersey farm, that the rooster had an
attack of stage-fright and couldn’t navigate the
turn. He crouched down in the traces and refused to
budge, while the demonstrator applied persuasion
and a horsewhip to coax him on.
But the trained hens, who were there to show how a
combination “feeder and exerciser” worked, lived up
to expectations, and gave an admirable performance.
They were caged in a shed with a miniature
turnstile in it, and every time they took a few
steps, the stile was sure to move, bringing down
upon their heads a shower of corn.
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AGRICULTURAL FAIR
_Boston Herald_
SALEM, N. H., Aug. 21--Fair skies, weather of
ideal coolness, the grand circuit races, a horse
show of unusual excellence, pedigreed cattle
and blue-blooded poultry, fruit and vegetables
that made the onlooker hungry, in fact, all the
accessories of half a dozen county fairs rolled
into one--not forgetting the Looney Lane and its
leather-lunged ballyhoo men--lured to Rockingham
Park today a crowd variously estimated at between
60,000 and 80,000 persons.
Whatever the correct figures of attendance may have
been, it is certain that the grand stands were
jammed solid with cheering humanity, that men,
women and children of all ages and types swarmed
like a colony of ants through the various exhibits,
and that automobiles of every kind known to the
trade were paraded all over the parking space.
It was a happy, good-natured crowd, in which the
millionaire rubbed elbows with the farm boy,
and those who came by trolley had just as much
chance for enjoyment as those who came in the most
expensive touring car. To be sure, the horse is the
star performer at Rockingham fair, but that is no
reason why the other features should be overlooked,
and they were not.
This was Governor’s day on the program, but in
reality it might better have been described as
Everybody’s day. At least, that is the way it
looked to the visitor. Gov. Samuel D. Felker of New
Hampshire was on hand, of course, with Mrs. Felker
and members of his staff.
He was received fittingly with the customary brass
band accompaniment, was whisked across the track in
a miniature procession of automobiles and escorted
to the grandstand. There he made an appropriate
speech, or went through an animated pantomime, the
impression differing with the distance the listener
was from him. At any rate, the crowd judged him
by his good intentions and applauded heartily.
Gov. Foss was unable to be present, but was well
represented by Mrs. Foss and his two pretty
daughters.
“Something doing every minute” seems to have been
the motto of the fair management, and the motto
was well observed. Apart from the racing, the fair
has enough attractions to keep a visitor busy for
a couple of days at least, and then said visitor
would be better satisfied if he could possess
himself of an extra set of eyes.
The effect of the place is kaleidoscopic, or rather
that of a talking moving picture run wild. It is
a perfect jumble of color and sound. Bands are
playing, husky barkers are shouting, bulls are
bellowing, cows are lowing, sheep are baaing, hens
are cackling, auto horns are tooting--all off the
key but in a pleasant discordance.
And people--as an exhibit of the plain people and
of the varnished people, too, the place has few
rivals. There is the man from back in the hills,
whose bucolic chin whisker wags in rapture over
some particular breed of hogs, and there is the
landed proprietor, who is as interested as an
amateur in some particular strain of stock. You
see an overalled individual drawling casual orders
to a stolid yoke of oxen, and then, turning again,
you come upon Arthur Waldo in the pink of sartorial
neatness, sizing up a prize sheep.
There is contrast everywhere. If you are looking
for the latest in horsey fashion, stroll about
the grandstand, and if you want to see what the
agriculturist considers a good all-purpose costume,
run down to the sheds. Young America with his best
girl is much in evidence in the vicinity of the
ice-cream cone and lemonade stand, and Old America
is there, too, just as young as any of them.
Away over behind the grandstand are the cattle
sheds, where one may fill his eye with as many
different kinds of cows, bulls and oxen as he
ever imagined. There they are--the Jerseys, the
Guernseys, the Holsteins, the Ayrshires, and
whatever other kinds there be, all beautifully
groomed, with horns polished. Some are decked
with blue ribbons and some with red, and some
which have no ribbons at all appear about as good
as their rivals. Out in the field to the rear,
quiet men take technical notice of good points of
competitors, and make the awards without any fuss.
Judges are everywhere. They are busy with cattle
and they are busy with hens and with geese, with
hogs--there is a whole exhibit of blue ones--with
fish, with fruit, with vegetables, with embroidery
and with needlework. By the way, the housewife
should not be overlooked, for the skill of the
woman of the Rebeccas and the Granges, either with
the needle or the cook-stove, is not to be despised.
There is much to attract the serious-minded, and
for those who are not so serious there is the
Looney Lane. It is a long lane, a good half mile,
if not more. And there is to be found about every
side show that ingenuity has yet devised.
The streets of this midway are dense, and the
business flourishing. You can try your luck on a
“beautiful, blue-eyed baby-doll,” or a teddy-bear,
on umbrellas, on rings, on stickpins and a variety
of other useful commodities. You can visit strange
oriental houris, see the wild girl, or pay your
money for some allurement that is “for men only.”
Lady wrestlers, diving girls, freaks without
number, even the “original cigarette fiend” are all
to be viewed “for the trifling and inconsiderable
expenditure of one dime.” But what’s the use--they
are all there with “spielers” to match.
With the exception of the races, probably the most
interesting feature was the horse show. Yesterday’s
program was one of unusual excellence, and ran
through several of the most striking classes of
saddle horses and hunters and jumpers.
The Lawson cup, presented by Thomas W. Lawson, for
gig horses not under 15.1 or over 15.3 hands, went
to Sir James, Alfred G. Vanderbilt’s entry. Glen
Riddle’s The Virginian carried off the Copley-Plaza
cup in the Corinthian class, and Mr. Riddle was
again fortunate in capturing the Andrew Adie cup in
the class for hunt teams of three each.
One of the prettiest classes of the afternoon was
that for park four-in-hands with lady drivers,
which was won by Mrs. P. T. Roche of Leominster,
after a skillful exhibition. Another spectacular
number was the tandem race, a one-mile dash on the
race track, which was won by P. T. Roche.
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OPENING OF MARKET
_New York Times_
Crowds of many thousands filled Washington Market
yesterday to celebrate the formal reopening of
the building since it has been reconstructed and
converted into a model market of glass, marble,
porcelain, enamel, and nickel flooded with light
from a series of large overhead windows.
The ceremonies began with the arrival of a
procession with a band at its head, city officials
in automobiles following and the forty exempt
firemen with their antiquated engines bringing
up the rear. The main floor and galleries were
thronged, and hundreds of persons had to be turned
away while the speechmaking was going on.
Mayor Mitchel said that the reopening of Washington
Market as a modern institution was only a step in
the plan to dot the city with model markets.
“The new Washington Market,” he said, “is a link
in a chain of retail markets which I hope that
the city will some time own and control. Such a
system of retail markets will be a part of a still
more comprehensive system of food distribution.
The entire plan will comprise wholesale terminal
markets which will receive supplies of all kinds
for distribution with the least possible handling
and waste and will have a marked effect in keeping
down the cost of living.
“We want to reduce the cost of bringing food
into the city, and this can be done by means of
better transit facilities with terminal markets to
increase the convenience of the people of this city
in buying at retail in some of the finest and most
sanitary markets in the world. The plans are only
now in the process of formation and I hope that the
people will support the city officials in bringing
them to completion.”
George McAneny, President of the Board of Aldermen,
briefly reviewed the history of the market and of
its reconstruction.
“This building was a disgrace to the city four
years ago,” he said. “But the new building is
offered as a promise that this in time shall be
the standard of all markets of the city. The start
toward the reconstruction of Washington Market
was made six years ago by the money saved through
other economies. We saved nearly $500,000 from the
$3,000,000 given to us to use and $43,000 of this
saving went toward the remodeled market.”
The history of Washington Market and a detailed
explanation of the great improvements that had been
made were given by Matthew Micolino, President
of the Washington Market Merchants’ Association.
Others on the speakers’ platform were Ralph Folks,
Commissioner of Public Works; Simon Steiner, one of
the oldest dealers in Washington Market, and Mrs.
Julian Heath, President of the National Housewives’
League.
Borough President Marcus M. Marks, Chairman
of the Market Committee, who called up on the
long-distance telephone from San Francisco when he
was at the exposition to settle some of the details
of the market and to decide on the date of its
opening, told yesterday of the visits paid to the
old market by Edward VII. when he was Prince of
Wales and by Presidents Grant, Garfield, Arthur,
and Cleveland. He added:
“Presidents bring honor, but residents bring
business. I wish you both--business and honor.
The oysterman, Cornelius Vanderbilt, was among
those who in early days helped to make the market
a success. In the old building the business had
been carried up to more than $5,000,000 a year,
and I prophesy that your business will run up to
$10,000,000 a year.”
Controller Prendergast said that the new market
ought to arouse the people of the city to the
possibilities of having a fine market system.
“We have been trying to solve the market problem
through three or four unrelated departments,” he
said, “but nothing can be accomplished without
central authority. Last Spring we asked the
Legislature for authority to amend our charter
to provide for a Department of Markets, but it
refused. I think this was a great mistake. We shall
make the same application again this Winter. If the
new Constitution goes through we will ask the Board
of Aldermen to pass a bill creating such a body.”
During the week the special exhibits will occupy
places in the galleries. Up in the gallery is a
woman suffrage booth, from which printed arguments
in favor of giving women the vote were distributed
yesterday, with oral arguments for those who stayed
to listen. In another corner of the gallery the
National Security League had an exhibition of
modern small arms and various charts showing the
low rank in military strength held by this country
in comparison with other powers. The National
Housewives’ League had a booth from which advice on
reducing the cost of living was issued and various
patent foods were advertised.
Today will be given over to an exposition of the
pure food principles for which the market stands.
The speakers will be Alfred W. McCann, Joseph
Hartigan, Commissioner of Weights and Measures;
John Boschen, Sidney H. Goodacre, and Frank H.
Hines. Tomorrow will be suffrage day and Thursday
the day of the National Housewives’ League. Friday
and Saturday will be market days, with reduced
prices on everything.
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OPENING OF TUNNEL
_Chicago Record-Herald_
NEW YORK, Feb. 26, 2 a. m.--Just at midnight
an electric train, jammed to its capacity with
marveling passengers, slipped out of the Nineteenth
street station, darted down beneath the Hudson
River and, a few moments later, pulled into the
terminus at Hoboken, N. J.
This train was the first actual passenger train
to run through the new $60,000,000 tunnel and
submarine system which connects New York and New
Jersey, and which had been officially opened at
3:40 o’clock yesterday afternoon, by the pressure
of the presidential finger on a gold-mounted
telegraph key on President Roosevelt’s desk at the
White House.
At the instant the signal flashed over the wires
from Washington, the power was thrown into the
machinery and the first official train of the
Hudson and Manhattan Railroad Company, which
constructed the tunnel, started on its way.
Governor Hughes of New York, Governor Fort of
New Jersey, city officials and railroad men of
prominence, 800 altogether, were in the official
party.
The official train carried eight cars, all of them
filled to overflowing. Millionaires joined the
ranks of the straphangers on this occasion, E.
H. Harriman among the number, while further down
the same car Cornelius Vanderbilt was propped up
against a door jamb.
Under the bed of the river midway through the tube
the train hesitated for a moment where the boundary
line between New York and New Jersey was marked by
a chain of glittering incandescent lights. The two
governors arose and clasped hands, and then the
train dashed on and climbed out of the big hole
into the Hoboken depot of the Delaware, Lackawanna
and Western Railroad.
There a jollification meeting was held over the
successful accomplishment of a task which has been
repeatedly attempted, but without results until
William McAdoo took hold. Governors Hughes and
Fort were the chief speakers and there were short
addresses by representatives of the railroads and
of the cities interested. President Roosevelt sent
a personal letter to President McAdoo, which was
read.
The letter follows:
Feb. 17, 1908. My Dear Mr. McAdoo:--Now that a
beginning is to be made in opening for operation
the Hudson tunnel system, I write to express my
regret that I cannot be present in person, and my
high appreciation of what you have accomplished.
The tunneling of the Hudson River is indeed a
notable achievement--one of those achievements
of which all Americans are, as they should be,
justly proud. The tunnel itself and the great
buildings constructed in connection therewith
represent a work of extraordinary magnitude,
represent extraordinary difficulties successfully
overcome, while difficulty and magnitude are even
surpassed by the usefulness of the achievement.
The whole system is practically below tidal
water, and this makes it much the greatest
subaqueous tunnel in the world. It is a bigger
undertaking than any Alpine tunnel which has yet
been constructed, and the successful completion
represents the moving of New Jersey bodily three
miles nearer to New York in point of time and
immensely increases the ease of access from one
state to the other. You who have brought this
great achievement to a successful conclusion
ought to be most heartily congratulated. It is
the kind of business achievement which is in the
highest degree creditable to the American people,
and for which American people should feel and
publicly acknowledge their hearty gratitude.
Sincerely yours,
THEODORE ROOSEVELT.
After the oratory, the guests were escorted through
the imposing system of underground terminals at the
New Jersey end of the tube, and then the official
party retraversed the tunnel to New York.
Last night, the celebration of the event, which is
believed to be the first step in a great system
of tunnels under the Hudson, was continued with a
banquet at Sherry’s. The regular service began with
the starting of the first train at midnight.
President Roosevelt pressed the button which
formally opened the tunnel at 3:40 o’clock eastern
time, yesterday afternoon, immediately following
the receipt of this telegram from President McAdoo:
The first official train of the Hudson and
Manhattan Railroad Company, under the Hudson River,
awaits your signal and pleasure.
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UNVEILING OF STATUE
_New York Evening Post_
With the unveiling on Monday of the new statue
on Riverside Drive, Jeanne d’Arc takes her place
permanently in New York city. New York is not
the most natural of settings for Jeanne d’Arc,
burgerette of Domremy-sur-Meuse, warrior, woman
saint of France, but since she is to be here, the
Drive is a good place for her. There is an open
sweep of view there, and hills beyond. And, in
early mornings, and at twilight when the lights
on the river begin to show coral in the blue-gray
mist, something very like the spirit of the city is
made visible.
It is this same characteristic--the seeing of the
invisible, the touching of the intangible--which is
in the statue and makes it what it is. Anna Vaughn
Hyatt, its sculptor, sees only the spiritual in
Jeanne, and in her work she holds indefinitely for
us the moment after the finding of the consecrated
sword, which Jeanne holds high over her head as
she stands erect in her saddle, her head thrown
back in exaltation. The horse is all but prancing.
There is something of certainty and joyousness
about the whole which could be inspired by nothing
purely material or temporal. The upward gesture
of the sword is not without meaning--it is the
natural movement of a person who has had a great
revelation, a deep creative instinct. She is
holding the sword up to God.
The idea of the statue for this city, to celebrate
the five hundredth anniversary of the birth of
Jeanne in 1412, and to be made by an American woman
sculptor, is about six years old, and originated
with J. Sanford Saltus and George Frederick Kunz.
They are, respectively, the honorary president and
president of the Joan of Arc Statue Committee,
founded December 4, 1909, of which Gabriel Hanotaux
and Pierre Loti, membres de l’Institut Français,
are the honorary vice-presidents. The work has
taken time and it has been well done. Besides the
Committee of twenty-four members, and the sculptor
herself, there was an architect, Prof. John V.
Van Pelt, a landscape architect, Carl F. Pilat, a
consultant on armor, Bashford Dean, Ph.D., curator
of armor at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Cass
Gilbert, adviser of architectural competition, a
jury on architectural competition, and a Committee
of the Municipal Art Commission on Whole Design.
The whole idea has been a combination of the
American with the French. Miss Hyatt herself is of
French descent and has studied largely in France.
The very foundation of the statue is made of stones
from the Tower of Rouen, in which Jeanne was
confined.
And the dedication at 2:30 on Monday afternoon,
at Riverside Drive and 93d Street, to which
twenty-one societies and institutes, both French
and American, will send delegations, bears out the
idea well. These delegations will come from the
American Scenic and Historic Preservation Society,
the Alliance Française de New York, the American
Numismatic Society, the Daughters of the American
Revolution, Daughters of the Revolution, Fédération
de l’Alliance Française aux Etats-Unis, Fine Arts
Federation, France-America Committee, Jeanne D’Arc
Home, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Museum of French
Art, Institut Français aux Etats-Unis, National
Academy of Design, National Sculpture Society, New
York Historical Society, Société des Architects
Diplomés par le Gouvernement, Société Nationale
des Professeurs Français, Society of Beaux Arts
Architects, Society of the United States Daughters
of 1812, Society of the War of 1812, Sons of the
American Revolution, Sons of the Revolution.
The service of dedication will open with the
American National Anthem played by the French
Band of the Lafayette Guards. The Very Rev.
Théophile Wucher, pastor of the French Church of
St. Vincent de Paul, will give the invocation,
Dr. Kunz the address of welcome, and J. Sanford
Saltus the address of presentation. The statue
will be unveiled by Mrs. Thomas A. Edison, one of
the Committee members, and the unveiling will be
followed by the French National Anthem and salute.
After the statue has been received in the name of
the city by Park Commissioner Cabot Ward, a letter
of congratulation from President Wilson will be
read and addresses will be made by J. J. Jusserand,
French Ambassador to the United States; Robert W.
de Forest, LL.D., president of the Metropolitan
Museum of Art; McDougall Hawkes, president of
the Museum of French Art, l’Institut Français aux
Etats-Unis; Professor Delamarre, secretary-general
of the Federation de l’Alliance Française aux
Etats-Unis, and J. Alden Weir, president of the
National Academy of Design. If the weather is not
fair on Monday, these exercises will be held in the
American Museum of Natural History.
President Wilson’s letter which will be placed in
the pedestal with letters from Governor Whitman and
leading city officials, says:
“My dear Dr. Kunz:
“I hope that on Monday, December the sixth, you
will convey to the Joan of Arc Statue Committee
my warmest congratulations upon the successful
completion of their work.
“Joan of Arc is one of those ideal historic figures
to whom the thought of patriotic people turns back
for inspiration. In her seems to have been embodied
the pure enthusiasm which makes for all that is
heroic and poetic.
“Cordially and sincerely yours,
“WOODROW WILSON.”
This statue is the fifteenth equestrian statue of
Jeanne d’Arc, but it is the first one made by a
woman. Thirteen of these are in France, and one in
Philadelphia. The figure of the Maid was modelled
after Clara Hunter Hyatt, the sculptor’s niece,
but the face is idealistic, giving Miss Hyatt’s
own conception of the way Jeanne looked. The
horse was modelled in Paris, but the final work
for the statue was done in Miss Hyatt’s Studio in
Annisquam, Massachusetts, where she worked almost
entirely outdoors. A model of this statue has been
placed in the Cathedral at Blois where Jeanne was
confirmed and a bronze copy will be placed in front
of the Cathedral as soon as the money can be raised.
Especially numerous are the statues and memorials
of Jeanne in and around Domremy, now called
Domremy-la-Pucelle in her honor. A statue of her
by E. Paul, erected in 1885, stands in front of
the village church and above the door is a mural
painting by Balze representing her as she listened
to the Voices. In the garden of the cottage where
she was born, near to the church, is a group by
Mercié showing her as she left her home led by the
Genius of France, and over the door are the royal
arms of France and those given to Jeanne and her
family. In a niche above is a kneeling figure of a
girl, made about 1456, and the cottage has become
almost a museum, filled with small belongings
of Jeanne herself. It is hard to come back from
Domremy-la-Pucelle to the corner of Riverside Drive
and 93d Street. But, even here, the Maid may feel
not entirely homeless. She brings her joy and her
certainty with her, and at twilight, if she glances
out over the river to the hills, she may find,
where the lights show coral through the mist, a
glimpse of things unseen.
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Note--_The next two stories, which describe a
pageant parade, should be compared with reference
to style and tone._
AUTOMOBILE PAGEANT PARADE
(1)
_New York Herald_
More than three thousand automobiles, many of them
handsomely decorated and illuminated, helped to
impress upon throngs of spectators in the city
streets last night the fact that great strides have
been made in the development of both pleasure and
service vehicles. The pageant, which was a feature
of the Tercentenary celebration, also gave to
thousands an hour of brightness and pleasure.
The parade started in Harlem, and, after covering
the principal streets there, swept down town and
passed the reviewing stand in front of the New York
Public Library. Governor Glynn and Mayor Mitchel
reached the stand at the head of the column. They
were accompanied, the Governor by his staff, and
Mayor Mitchel by prominent citizens.
As both officials had other engagements, they
left before the second division arrived, but they
enjoyed seeing the motorcycles dash past, many in
grotesque decorations.
As one of the motorcycles sped down Fifth avenue
below Forty-second street it encountered a big
automobile. Policemen managed to draw them apart.
One of the amusing features of the division was the
musicians riding on motorcycles. They had on war
bonnets and were escorted by a band of Indians.
One young woman in white duck trousers, coat and
cap, her costume being the counterpart of that
of her male companion, attracted a good deal of
attention, as the two sped past the official stand.
The celerity with which this division went down
Fifth avenue led spectators who filled the three
stands--the Governor’s at the south, the Mayor’s
in the centre and a third at the north of the
block--as well as the thousands forming a solid
mass along the streets, to believe that the pageant
would move quickly. But a wait of almost half an
hour ensued after the passing of the “Indians.”
At last the intercepted line of decorated
automobiles began to appear, and for more than an
hour there was an unceasing flashing of brilliant
lights, massed flowers, bunting, pennants and
flags, all of which formed attractive decorations.
“Neutrality” was greeted with applause when an
automobile filled with young women dressed in the
national colors whizzed by the judges’ box. “He
Comes Up Smiling,” showing an unusually tall man
wearing bathroom attire, who frequently plunged
into the depths of a huge bathtub, brought forth
shouts.
The suffragists had four automobiles in one
division. These were decorated with “votes for
women” colors and pennants and big banners across
the tonneau with “Victory in 1915” in black letters
on yellow or blue.
Louis Annis Ames acted as grand marshal and William
G. Poertner was marshal. The judges of decorated
cars were George W. Breck, W. A. Boring, Alan R.
Hawley, William W. Knowles, Harry H. Good, E. A.
McCoy and William H. Page. The associate judges
of the automobile division were Alfred Reeves and
C. F. Clarkson; of the motorcycle division, F. V.
Clark and J. L. Sauer, and of the advertising, O.
J. Gude, William H. Jones, Russell Field, A. M. Van
Buren and George B. Van Cleve.
A reception to Governor Glynn and Mayor Mitchel was
held after the parade at the Automobile Club of
America, No. 247 West Fifty-fourth street.
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(2)
_New York World_
Have you ever been in a smoking car when the man
in the seat ahead was trying to prove that forced
draught does not improve the natural perfume of a
rubber plant in a cigar make-up? If you have not
it will be impossible to bring to you from last
night the atmosphere of the automobile parade in
celebration of New York’s three hundredth business
birthday.
The fact that many of the automobiles were
charmingly decorated proved nothing except that one
can never tell by the band what sort of smoke it is
wrapped around.
Take a pretty light blue scarf of oil smudge
and weave it about festoons of parti-colored
incandescent globes suspended along the sidewalks,
and you have the scene at Fifth avenue and
Forty-second street last night, as the parade
snorted past the reviewing stand in front of the
public library.
The plan was to have Gov. Glynn and Mayor Mitchel
sit in the stand and watch the parade go by. But
the Governor and the Mayor had so many other
engagements last night that they started with the
parade, arrived half an hour before it, and got
away before the parade arrived at the reviewing
stand.
Fortunately, however, most persons in the
automobiles did not know that, and the men saluted
just as correctly, and the women bowed just as
sweetly, as if the rulers were on the job--so
nobody could see that it made much difference that
they were not.
Officials in charge said that the reason the
motorcycle portion of the parade arrived about
half an hour before the next section was that the
motorcycles could not stop or they would tip over.
The fact that there were several long gaps in the
parade was due to no fault of theirs, the officials
added.
The gaps gave spectators--when they weren’t
thinking how chilly it had got all of a sudden--a
chance to observe how neat and roomy the Fifth
avenue roadway looks when there is no traffic on
it. Many persons thought this the most remarkable
sight of the evening.
More than 2,000 automobiles and trucks and 1,000
motorcycles were in line. Prizes worth more than
$6,000 had been offered--$5,000 worth by the
Tercentenary Commission.
By way of proving that some persons will try
anything once to win a prize, women in some of
the most beautifully gotten up cars failed to put
on the same amount of clothes they would fail to
put on if they were going to the opera. Nobody
denied that this was a fetching idea in automobile
decorations--but it was cold enough last night to
wear at least a necklace, which, indeed, some of
those women did.
Among the floats was one advertising a make of
auto tire. Two gigantic human shaped figures, made
of tiring--or whatever they call the stuff they
make tires of--wobbled about on a big float. Then
there was a man who kept coming up smiling from
the depths of a big bathtub. When one saw him at a
distance one was thrilled, but on nearer view one
perceived that he was really wearing tights.
The Peace Float, the Santa Claus Ship (which
The World is going to send to Europe laden with
presents for the fatherless), The World’s own
float, showing the way New York got its news three
hundred years ago and the way it gets it to-day
(in The World, of course), the Woman Suffrage
automobiles, and private machines covered with
flowers, were among the entries which drew applause
from a quarter million persons who banked the line
of march from One Hundred and Twenty-fifth street
and Madison avenue through numerous other streets,
including Broadway and Fifth avenue to the point of
dispersal at Columbus Circle.
It might be mentioned that Ralph De Palma,
automobile racer, carrying officials in his car,
and under instructions to hustle from the tail
to the head of the parade, bumped into a touring
car at Fifty-seventh street and Fifth avenue. The
touring car lost a mudguard.
A reception for Gov. Glynn and Mayor Mitchel, who
are Honorary Presidents of the Commission, was held
in the Automobile Club of America after the parade.
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MEMORIAL DAY PARADE
_New York Times_
Eight hundred white-haired veterans of the
civil war paraded yesterday under faded and
bullet-riddled flags in the Memorial Day procession
along Riverside Drive from Seventy-fourth Street
to Ninety-second Street. Because it was the
fiftieth anniversary of the end of their days on
the battlefield, because the Grand Army men had
felt the vibration of patriotic feeling in the
atmosphere, and because it was a perfect day, the
soldiers of the civil war, in spite of the waste
in their ranks which old age had made in recent
years, turned out yesterday in greater number than
they have at any Memorial Day procession in the
preceding three years.
The weather brought out great crowds along the
Drive and in other parts of the city where
Memorial Day exercises of one kind or another were
held. With the sky cloudless and the sun shining
brilliantly, breezes from the Hudson River kept the
marchers and the spectators cool and put life even
into flags which shells and time had almost reduced
to ribbons.
Probably more than 50,000 people had gathered
along the line of march. As the crowd was larger
it was also more enthusiastic than usual. The big
demonstrations were, of course, for the game old
men and the pathetic ruins of their colors. In
spite of the fact that the majority of them had
passed three score and ten and that many crippled
by old wounds and age had to carry canes, they
responded quickly to tactical orders from their
commanders and as a body moved with the precision
of a smooth-running war machine.
Receiving cheers and shouts of encouragement at
every block, they were kept busy smiling and
saluting. They passed thousands and thousands of
American flags, as a large proportion of those in
the crowd carried small ones. Flags were hung out
of windows all along the Drive.
The flag display throughout the city yesterday, as
well as along the line of march of the procession,
was the greatest the city has seen since Spanish
war days at least. Along many of the residence
streets flags hung in clusters. Along Broadway,
wherever there was a flagpole, there was a large
flag out, while small ones by thousands flapped
from windows and thousands of tiny ones stuck out
of buttonholes.
Special cheers along the line of march were given
for the twelve doughty old Zouaves who appeared in
faded red baggy trousers with the characteristic
jacket and tasseled fez. Also the crowds approved
noisily of occasional ranks of veterans who
appeared with swords drawn and the blades flashing
brightly.
One of the marchers who was cheered all the way
along the route was George Sebech of Reno Post,
No. 44, who carried medals for service both in the
Mexican and in the civil war. He marched sturdily,
and continually saluted and waved his hat at the
ovation he received. He said:
“I am 98 years old, but I’ll be marching here ten
years from now, when these Spanish war boys are
getting gray.”
A platoon of mounted police formed the head of the
column and was followed by a battalion of regular
troops of the Coast Artillery. Next came the First
Division of the National Guard, commanded by Major
Gen. John F. O’Ryan. Following were the survivors
of the Grand Army, headed by the Grand Marshal,
Commander Sherburne C. Van Tassel, who rode a
bay charger. The members of his staff were Adjt.
Gen. Joseph B. Lord, Past Grand Marshals William
E. Van Wyck, George M. Barry, Samuel Mildenburg,
Isidore Isaacs, George H. Stevens, George S. Drew,
Simpson Hamburger, and William Kirchner, Assistant
Adjutants M. B. Wood, John H. Wood, Charles W.
Brown, H. J. Kearney, Frank J. Schleder, Harry
B. Dennison, E. K. Fassett, William H. Elliott,
Captain Howard M. Graff, Chief Aid and Aids David
Loria, Hugh Fitzpatrick, Henry Holmes, Charles
Farmer, Daniel D. Lawlor, Theodore Joffe, and
George Blair.
The guard of honor to the Grand Marshal included
Farragut Naval Post, No. 516; Farragut Fleet, Port
of New York; the Monitor Association, Port of
Brooklyn; the Ella Bixby Tent, No. 18, Daughters of
Veterans, and Adams Goss Post, No. 330.
There were four divisions of Grand Army Posts,
and in the other divisions marched several
columns of Spanish War veterans in khaki and blue
flannel, numerous fife and drum corps, bands and
semi-military organizations.
In the reviewing stand at Eighty-ninth Street were
Rear Admirals C. D. Sigsbee, General N. W. Day,
General Anson G. McCook, Colonel George E. Dewey,
Colonel James E. March, General Horace Porter,
Colonel C. Blakewell, and Captain J. B. Greenhut,
besides many city officials and prominent men.
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CHRISTMAS
_Washington Times_
Santa Claus, Inc., President of the Christmas Cheer
Corporation. Organized in the District of Columbia
under charter of December 24, 1915.
It had to come. The job was getting too big for one
jovial, rotund man, and he was afraid he would miss
some chimneys. So Santa, this year, is a captain of
industry, operating in every home in the District
of Columbia, and in institutions as well, and so
far the Sherman anti-trust law hasn’t got him.
Sleighs were too slow. Anyway there isn’t any snow.
Bells were too noisy.
The motor truck has taken the place of the sleigh.
And instead of depending upon his own efforts,
Santa has enlisted practically every organization,
every lodge, every society, every church, every
settlement house and every mission, and thousands
of individuals in his gigantic Christmas cheer
enterprise.
Like all great magnates, Santa is not seen by
his workers. But his spirit presides over the
entire project, and societies, clubs, groups and
individuals are working busily in his name.
Every church, for example, is planning its annual
Christmas celebration. An effort is being made this
year to have every church provide for the poor in
its territory, and, instead of the erstwhile custom
of giving gifts to its own members, many Sunday
schools have applied to the Associated Charities
for names of families to whom they might carry
Christmas dinners and other gifts.
For the homeless of the District the Salvation
Army, the Gospel Mission, and the Central Union
Mission are giving turkey dinners, to be followed
by Christmas trees for those children where the
home Christmas might not be as happy as it should
be.
At the Associated Charities volunteers are busily
working today arranging baskets to be taken to the
homes of families on that organization’s list,
and in every case the Christmas dinner will be
accompanied by some gift more lasting, such as a
quantity of coal or clothing. These gifts are paid
for from special contributions to the Christmas
fund, and they are in addition to the fourteen
“opportunities” by which the Associated Charities,
co-operating with the newspapers of the city, hopes
to make fourteen homes happy throughout the year.
At both the Central Union and the Gospel Missions
turkey dinners will be served, and at the Salvation
Army there will be a Christmas breakfast in
addition to the dinner.
In enlarging the scope of his work and his force of
helpers, Santa Claus has not forgotten that he is
primarily the patron saint of children. One of his
principal helpers is the Santa Claus girl, whose
home at 70 Seaton place is piled high with gifts
for those children whose names have been furnished
through charity organizations, or by friends, and
by letters written to Santa Claus.
Dolls, drums, engines, skates, sweaters, and
everything in which the child heart delights are
piled high at the headquarters of the Christ Child
Society, 929 G street, awaiting distribution among
poor children. This year there are 2,000 names on
the list to receive presents.
Miss Mary V. Merrick is in charge of this work, and
she has been assisted by Miss Charlotte Campbell,
Mrs. James Gowel, Miss Florence Roach and Miss A.
Ives. Scores of dolls were contributed by the doll
guild, of which Miss Leta Montgomery is director.
Sewing circles have given large quantities of
clothing and the American Security and Trust
Company has provided vans for the distribution of
the bundles.
Entire Government departments will celebrate
Christmas; other Government bureaus, business
houses, and military posts will have community
celebrations.
An unusual celebration will take place this evening
in the office of the chief clerk of the Bureau of
Engraving and Printing. All week the clerks have
been buying small gifts suitable for children.
Names of all the clerks who are “playing the game”
will be placed in a hat this evening, and then
drawings will be made for the presents. After the
gifts have been drawn, and the joke at the expense
of the recipients appreciated, all the toys will be
turned over to some institution, and any left over
will be sent to the home of the Santa Claus girl.
This plan was conceived by and carried out under
the direction of Miss Mary A. Carpenter.
Over at Fort Myer Uncle Sam’s soldiers will
decorate a Christmas tree in the gymnasium under
the direction of wives of officers at the post,
to be exhibited on Tuesday for the benefit of the
children of the retired soldiers and those of men
now on duty at the Philippines.
Not only the poor, but those who are away from
home, will have plenty of provision made for their
Christmas cheer. At the Y. M. C. A. the usual
visitation will be made to the rooms of all young
men, and during the day there will be Christmas
activities of various sorts by the clubs and
departments of the association.
The Young Women’s Christian Association has planned
a day which, it hopes, will drive homesickness from
the heart of any girl who is away from her home at
this season. The building at 619 Fourteenth street
will be open from 3 until 9 o’clock. A Christmas
party will be in progress during that time. Games
will be played, Christmas carols will be sung by
the Y. W. C. A. Choral Club, and a tree will yield
gifts for everyone. Refreshments will be served.
In addition to the distribution of baskets to be
made by the Salvation Army and the missions, Almas
Temple, Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, is to give
away 500 Christmas baskets, Central Union Mission
will distribute between 400 and 500 baskets and
Gospel Mission will send about 500. Boy Scouts have
been enlisted in the work of distributing these
gifts.
The observance will spread to inmates of District
institutions. At the workhouse at Occoquan men will
be given a holiday and a special dinner, and they
will attend a special Christmas service tomorrow
afternoon. At the District jail a special dinner,
which includes turkey, will be served.
At the Petworth School playgrounds there will be
a community Christmas tree celebration tonight at
7 o’clock. A large tree will be decorated with
lights, and school children will form a chorus
to sing Christmas carols. This celebration will
be under the auspices of the Petworth Citizens’
Association.
This afternoon there will be a Christmas
entertainment at Washington Barracks, when Kris
Kringle will appear with a bag laden with toys and
good things for the children. The tree will be
on the platform of the post exchange building. A
musical program will be given by the post band.
At the Central Presbyterian Church, where the
President attends services, gift-bringing as well
as gift-giving was a feature of the Christmas
exercises. For that reason the services were held
on Monday, and gifts brought at that time are being
sent to the Lynchburg Orphanage, the Mountain
School, at Grundy, Va., and the Red Cross war
fund, to the city missions, and several charities
of the city.
At the Neighborhood House, Friendship House, and
Noel House, there will be Christmas trees, and
celebrations extending until New Year, with daily
features, such as entertainments, plays, musicales,
and other provisions for the children of those
neighborhoods.
Students from Washington who are attending colleges
and schools away from Washington began to pour into
the city to-day, and enlivened the crowds on F
street. Washington schools and colleges have closed
for the holidays. Many activities have been planned
for the holidays by students at George Washington
University. Teas, dances, suppers, banquets, and
theater parties are among the functions planned
by fraternities, student societies, and groups of
students.
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CHRISTMAS IN CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL
_Providence Journal_
“Hey, you, I got more Christmas presents ’n you
did. An’ I gotta pitcher taken thing with a snake
in it. Wot’dju git?”
“I gotta chu-chu, an’ a lotta other stuff and
things. An’, an’, I gotta dawg.”
This was the conversation, no, only a part of
the dialogue, which passed between Little Jimmie
Trupper and Mildred Conner at the Rhode Island
Hospital yesterday afternoon, after Santa Claus had
entered through the window and dispensed his good
cheer from a tree which stood in the centre of the
children’s ward.
Jimmie has been in a form for months, being treated
for spinal trouble. He could only move his hands,
roll his head and laugh. But, oh, how he did laugh,
and sing, too. And little Mildred, she was strapped
to a board. Mildred has not advanced far enough to
be taken off the board and put into a form; but
she, too, could move her hands and roll her head
and laugh and cuddle her “dawg” to her bosom.
The ward contains 39 children at present, suffering
from injuries and being treated for various
ailments. Perhaps some of them will never have
another Christmas. But if you had closed your eyes
and heard them laughing and singing, you would
never have thought you were in a hospital. Many of
them were able to sit up, and so that they could
all be in one room, two were put in some beds.
Those who could sit up had little red wrappers over
their nighties, and propped up around the sides of
the room, they looked for all the world like little
animated red holly berries.
Santa was delayed. He told them he had gotten as
far as the grounds, and then, having forgotten
one present, had to drive 5000 miles back to his
ice-covered palace. And then, when he returned,
Jerry, one of his reindeers, had fallen into the
pond in front of the hospital, and it had taken two
hours to fish him out; honest, it did.
But, oh, what a reception he received. Thirty-nine
little bed-ridden tots singing “Jingle Bells” when
he bounded in the window. Singing, did we say?
Could they sing? You should have heard them. Angels
never sang sweeter. They warbled and caroled, just
as if they were as free as the birds, instead of
being inmates of a hospital ward.
And, my, what a tree! It touched the ceiling, and
its boughs hung down with its heavy burdens. Only
a Christmas tree can bear such products--and such
trees as that one don’t grow everywhere and don’t
bring such cheer. There were dolls and games,
houses and boats, dogs and cats, stoves and balls,
and bags and bags of candy. The tree was decorated
with chains and strings of pop corn and Santas
which had been made by the children themselves.
The presents were given out first, and then came
the candy and oranges. The bags of candy were torn
open, almost greedily, and there was a general
sticky munching.
“Aren’t you afraid you will make yourself sick
eating so much candy?” Richard Lynch was asked.
“No, I ain’t,” he replied. “I never gits sick.”
Richard has been in a form a long time now, and so,
of course, he’s not sick. Alfred Morrisetti was
in the next bed, and between crammings of sweet
stuffs, they compared their much-valued presents.
“Didja see my ball?” asked Richard, as he held up a
rubber ball which he will hardly be able to get the
full benefit of for a long, long time yet.
“Yes, but it ain’t half as nice as my bug,” Alfred
replied, holding up a wriggley creature which
shivered and shook as it was waved about. “I’m
goinna call it Hinny ’cause its all on hinges.”
There was little Mary Hayes, another spinal case,
who received a set of dishes and a broom and a dust
pan and insisted she was going to play “keeping
house.” Each present was better than the other, and
there were many for each patient.
Flitting from bed to bed, winding up toys and
adjusting pillows was Miss Laura B. Anderson,
the nurse in charge of the ward. Along with Miss
Anderson was Miss Margaret Smith, the children’s
teacher, who taught them the songs they sang, and
makes herself much beloved by the young charges
entrusted to her care.
Many convalescent adult patients were present,
having been helped in from other wards. They were
all remembered, too, as well as the children, when
the candy and fruits were passed out by Dr. H. D.
Clough, who played the part of Santa Claus. Several
trustees, a number of the house staff and visiting
doctors, with their wives, were also present.
Music was furnished by Miss Virginia Boyd
Anderson’s Orchestra. Piano solos were rendered by
Dr. N. B. Cole and instrumental duets by Drs. Cole
and W. O. Rice. A vocal quartet was also made up of
Drs. Cole, Rice, H. G. Calder and B. H. Buxton. In
every part of the programme the children joined and
clapped until one would have thought their little
hands would be sore.
Early this morning the nurses visited various
parts of the hospital singing carols. The choir
from Grace Church will sing at the hospital this
afternoon and St. Stephen’s choir will be there
Sunday afternoon. To-day the children will have
another presentation, when they will be visited by
their parents and friends.
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CHRISTMAS PANTOMIME
_New York Times_
Just as the strolling players of old England put up
their booths in the public square, so the players
of Stuart Walker’s Portmanteau Theatre arranged a
stage for a pantomime last night in Madison Square.
The play, it had been announced, would begin at 9
o’clock, but many of the players were unable to get
away from engagements at uptown theatres on time.
Meanwhile the crowd grew.
It was a long wait. The arc lights in the park had
been turned off. The clouds, which were hanging so
low that their soft masses could be seen flying
past the light on the top of the Metropolitan
tower, threatened to pour down a shower at any
minute. All of the lights on the giant Christmas
tree near by had been turned off, except the star,
and the wind whistled and moaned in the tree as it
tossed the waving green branches. Only a band which
was concealed behind the stage kept any liveliness
stirring.
Finally, at 9:30, concealed lights on the stage lit
up the blue scenery and the pantomime began. The
name of the play was “The Seven Gifts, a Fantasy of
Christmas Giving.” The principal characters were
the Wanderer, the Majordomo, the Emerald Queen,
Jack-in-the-Box, the Lowly Man, his Son, the Rich
Man, the Haughty Lady, the Humble Woman, the Brave
Man, the Strolling Player, Pierrot, the Moon Lady,
and the Dear Child. Placards at the side of the
theatre announced the action of the play so that
all might understand.
The trumpeters signaled for silence. The crowd of
about 2,500, which stretched on all the paths as
far as Fifth Avenue, became still. Chimes sounded
as the Wanderer, an old man with a pack on his
back, clad in garb of brown, blue and yellow, came
from among the spectators. He saw the stage with
its closely drawn curtains. What was it all for, he
mutely questioned, and started to pull the curtains
of the theatre within a theatre to investigate,
but at that moment out stepped the prologuist and
answered his question by telling mutely, “The
theatre is for you, Wanderer, and for you and you
and you,” to the audience, “and for all who come to
share this fantasy.”
Then the inner curtain slowly rose and disclosed
the court of the Emerald Queen with her attendants.
In the course of the play seven gifts were brought
to her. The first was Jack-in-the-Box, which
part was taken by Tom Powers, who danced for the
Queen. Then the Lowly Man and his son brought in
a scraggly little Christmas tree, which, however,
being the best they had, was acceptable to the
Queen. The Haughty Lady brought flowers, but would
take no notice of the Lowly Man and his son.
The Richest Man in the World brought to the Queen
many treasures, but when a bubble blew across the
stage and the Queen wished for it, neither he nor
his attendants could capture it. Finally, when he
managed to touch it, it burst.
Then the Humble Woman came with her bird, but when
a cage was brought for it she set it free, refusing
to give it into captivity. The Haughty Lady was
very much touched and became repentant of her proud
action. The Bravest Man in the World then entered
and had an amusing fight with Jack-in-the-Box, who
simulated a tiger. Then came the strolling players
with their play.
Scenery was set up and a pretty story of Pierrot
and the Moon Lady enacted.
The Moon Lady first appeared as an old hag to whom
Pierrot offered food. But she wanted kisses, for
only by the kiss of one who had never kissed a fair
lady could she regain her maidenly form. Pierrot
was evidently the one to do the job, for as soon as
he kissed her she became the beautiful Moon Lady
once again and Pierrot fell madly in love with her.
He chased her, but she eluded him, wafting her veil
tantalizingly in his face. At last, when the sun
rose, she was forced to leave him altogether, and
Pierrot was quite broken up about it.
The seventh gift was from the Dear Child, who
presented her own doll, somewhat the worst for
wear, to the Queen. But this gift came from the
heart and was worth all the others. The Queen told
her that she might take what she would of the many
presents that had been brought. Looking at all the
gifts her eye finally lighted on the bright star at
the top of the great tree in the square. She said
she wanted that, and as the Queen and courtiers
followed her gesture the huge tree burst into
light. The Queen dismissed the others and departed
herself.
Turning, the child saw that the room was empty, and
there was her gift on the throne. She took the doll
to look at each present, but the doll, too, refused
them all. Then the child placed the doll on the
Queen’s throne, to play at being Queen, while the
lights on the stage grew dimmer and dimmer, as the
fantasy ended.
Many left because the narrow paths of the park were
crowded, but had there been one wide-open space,
ten times the number could have seen the play.
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LAST DAY FOR STRAW HATS
_Milwaukee Evening Wisconsin_
Died, on August 31, 1909, at 60 minutes past 11,
S. Traw Hatt, aged 92 days and some minutes, at
his late place of abode at 41144 Cranium place.
Deceased was a prominent figure in the downtown
district, being usually accompanied by a band. His
démise was not unexpected but was nevertheless a
shock to many who were accustomed to take chances
with the lake breezes until far into autumn. Hatt
and Dame Fashion were closely allied during the
summer silly season, but his departure from this
existence apparently is not mourned by the fickle
despot, who herself had foretold that September
1 would see the last of Hatt. Hatt, despite his
unmistakable masculinity, was frequently mistaken
for the mysterious Miss Dolly Dimples of The
Evening Wisconsin, and it was a common sight to
see him madly pursued by a score of irate but
prominent citizens in the vicinity of Grand avenue
bridge on a windy day. It probably was because of
Hatt’s close proximity to many classic brows that
he was so popular in various Greek boot-black
establishments, where the swarthy sons of Hellas
spent ten minutes at a time in putting him through
oxalic baths with the hope of insuring longevity
and pristine luster. Hatt’s only near relatives
are Miss Peach B. Asket and Mrs. Sue P. Bowle.
Appropriate requiem services will be held at the
board of trade today. Interment will be in the
family attic or a handy ash barrel. Inscribed on
the tomb will be the legend:
“We loved our Straws but oh you Felts.”
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BANQUET
_New York World_
In response to the toast, “The Land o’ Cakes,”
Andrew Carnegie, speaking last night at the St.
Andrew’s Society banquet, practically rolled all
the cakes there are into one big doughnut, bit off
the entire rim for Scotland, and left England,
Ireland, America, Asia and Africa to divide the
hole among themselves.
Entirely surrounded by Scotch flags, Scotch music,
Scotch whiskey and gentlemen in kilts, Mr. Carnegie
looked the most pleased man in the world as he got
up to speak. He had just led the singing of the
“Star Spangled Banner,” and “God Save the King,”
and remarked in his first paragraph that he hadn’t
much voice left for his speech.
But, with Scotland for a text, he managed to talk
brawly for about twenty minutes, and by the time
he was back in his seat Scotland had claimed
everything in sight.
“Scotland is a land of small population, but her
sons, though few, are deep,” said the Ironmaster.
Everybody laughed at that, but Mr. Carnegie held up
a deprecating hand and said that he wasn’t trying
to be funny, that he was seizing the occasion to
make known just a little of what Scotchmen had done
for the world.
Whereupon he harked back to the fifth century, at
which time he declared mankind began to look to the
land o’ cakes for pattern and example.
Running then somewhat rapidly down the centuries,
he maintained that for all those years Scotland had
been supreme in three branches above all others:
religion, politics and education.
Nobody on earth, for instance, ever had more
religious liberty than Scotchmen have always had.
The humblest cotter over there was as free to
worship His Maker in his own way as was His Majesty
the King. Mr. Carnegie had observed that much in
Scotland in his boyhood and had been forcibly
struck with it every time he had been back since.
In America, to sum up on the count of religious
liberty, there is as much liberty as in Scotland,
but no more, and, anyway, America borrowed the idea
from the free kirk.
When he came down to political greatness, Mr.
Carnegie gave his hearers a shock. The United
States owed its Constitution to a Scotchman, Judge
Wilson, and Mr. Carnegie proved it by quoting a
letter which he said George Washington had written
Wilson, saying “we owe the American Constitution to
you.”
Quickly slipping in Alexander Hamilton, making
him as Scotch as possible and crediting him with
everything that hadn’t been already cornered by
Judge Wilson, Mr. Carnegie then got along to the
matter of education, and showed that Scotland, as
copied by America, led the world.
Witness John Witherspoon, of the early days of
Princeton, America’s model educator ever since. On
account of him and for all the aforesaid reasons,
said Mr. Carnegie, a Scotchman always feels
at home in the United States; Scotland is his
mother, America is his wife, and there is nothing
inconsistent in his loving both.
Besides Mr. Carnegie, the speakers of the evening
were Hamilton Mabie, Gen. Leonard Wood, E. Theodore
Martin, Irving Bacheller, Julius M. Mayer, Dr.
Alexander McGregor and Harry Lauder. Lauder
responded to the toast “Honest Men an’ Bonnie
Lassies”; Gen. Wood, to the “Army and Navy.”
A bagpipe band played alternately with a string
orchestra, and a lot of the Scotsmen present came
in kilts and bare legs. It was noticeable, though,
that most of the latter wore long fur overcoats and
went home in closed automobiles.
In addition to Lauder, Messrs. John Reid, E.
Theodore Mayer and George A. Fleming, all well
known Scottish singers, enlivened the evening with
ballads. A few of those present were:
Robert Foulis, Frank W. McLaughlin, Rev. David G.
Wylie, Alexander McGregor, of Boston; Lieut.-Col.
Allan C. Bakewell, Dr. Neil MacPhatter, Rev.
Anthony H. Evans, D. D., Evert Jansen Wendell,
Gen. John T. Lockman, Edgar L. Marston, Rev.
George Alexander, Robert C. Ogen, Courtenay Walter
Bennett, British Consul-General at New York;
J. Edward Simmons, president of the Chamber of
Commerce, and Rear-Admiral Caspar F. Goodrich, U.
S. N.
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SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENT
_New York Times_
The crippled children of Public School 2, Primary,
almost believed that they were the butterflies
and bees and flowers that they impersonated in
the playlet of “Cinderella in Flowerland” in
the auditorium of Public School 62, at Hester
and Essex Streets, yesterday afternoon, for the
entertainment of the primary children of other
schools in the neighborhood. And a happy woman was
Mrs. Elizabeth Waldo Schuarz, Principal of Public
School 2, Primary, who has taken the crippled
children’s annex under her special supervision. As
the children sang and haltingly danced on their
unstable little legs she smiled and almost wept by
turns.
Other grown-ups in the audience, too, had recourse
to handkerchiefs as children dressed as butterflies
fluttered in, some with creaking braces on their
legs, singing:
Lightly, lightly winging, on the breezes swinging,
Airy little fairies, full of grace and glee,
Dancing with the sunbeams, weaving dainty day dreams,
Could mortals be as light and free? Airy fairies we!
It was the old story of Cinderella, but the
characters were flowers, Sunshine, Bonnie Bee, the
good old Godmother, and Mother Nature. Cinderella
was a daisy bud, and because her petals had not yet
unfolded she had no fine dress to wear to the ball
of Prince Sunshine. Cinderella was Marie Schatter,
who is well on the road to recovery from a bad
case of curvature of the spine. The stepsisters,
Hollyhock and Tiger Lily, were proud indeed,
although they did limp a little.
Mother Nature, the good fairy godmother, however,
summoned Bonnie Bee, who, in his efforts to call
the sunshine to open Cinderella’s petals, quite
forgot that he had a tubercular knee. When the
sunshine did come and Cinderella’s petals opened
up, she smiled as only a little girl who has
suffered much can smile.
At the ball the part of the Prince was taken by
Celia Weller, who has not lost hope that her back
may some day be straight. Among the flowers was a
little girl, all in white, who carried a bunch of
blossoms almost as big as her stunted self.
The play from the ball on followed the time-honored
version. In the final scene, where the Prince finds
his true love by the try-on of the tiny slipper,
all the thirty children in the play came upon the
stage.
In spite of their physical handicaps, the children
put great spirit into the play, much to the credit
of the educational system that lifts little
sufferers into Fairyland.
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CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL ENTERTAINMENT
_New York Mail_
A sweet-faced woman stood beside the crib of little
Jack MacIntyre in the surgical ward of St. Mary’s
Free Hospital for Children this afternoon, and
watched him hold court with the little queens of
Fairyland, whom De Wolf Hopper had imported from
the Majestic theatre. Above the crib was a copper
plate bearing the inscription, “In Loving Memory
of Katherine Harris Wilkes,” and it was between
this plate and the happy group paying homage to
little Jack that the woman divided her attention.
Sometimes it seemed as if tears were responsible
for the glistening in her eyes, but this impression
died away when her gaze rested on the little man in
the crib.
He was a happy little fellow, and his smile was
contagious. Even the staid little members of the
“Pied Piper” chorus, exalted to the pinnacle of
dignity by being permitted to take part in a
“benefit performance,” melted before it. They had
approached his crib shyly, but the effusiveness of
his greeting was irresistible.
“I was goin’ home to-day,” he gurgled, “but I’m
goin’ to stay now for the show. I like shows, I
do, and I like”--this with an arch smile--“I like
girls, too.”
“You little dear,” said Miss Marguerite Clarke, who
plays the part of Elvira in the Hopper show. Jack
accepted this tribute complacently, for when one is
four years old and the pet of an entire hospital
staff, homage becomes almost commonplace.
“Which of these little girls do you like best?”
queried the smiling nurse, who was chaperoning
Jack’s guests. Now Jack’s last name is MacIntyre,
and he proved right then and there that he was a
bona fide “Mac,” blarney and all.
“I like,” he said, and his eyes roved smilingly
over the entire party, “I like ’em all.”
This diplomatic answer won so much commendation
from the little girl guests that it is probable
that Jack would still be holding court if the
performance planned to gladden both him and his
little comrades had not been scheduled to start at
1 o’clock sharp. Chirps of impatience from other
parts of the ward warned the party that their visit
must be cut short; so the little fairy queens
left Jack and prepared for their entrance on the
miniature stage which had been erected in the
middle of the big room. Only the sweet-faced woman
who had stood silently beside the crib remained,
and Jack turned his beaming face upon her.
“Are you happy, dear?” she said.
“Sure,” he chuckled; “there’s goin’ to be a show.
Ain’t you never seen a show?”
The woman turned from him a second and looked up at
the inscription on the plate above his crib. Then
she looked down at his smiling face again and said:
“It’s been a long time since I have seen one,
dear, but I’m going to watch the show here to-day
with you. May I?”
“Sure,” he said. And then he stretched his tiny arm
through the bars of the crib and laid his moist
little hand in hers--“You and me, together.”
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LAWN FETE
_Kansas City Times_
A quaint old fashioned garden, gay with rose
trees and wistaria-twined archways, a garden
which blossomed in a day, was the setting for
the delightfully costumed fete given yesterday
afternoon for the benefit of the little sufferers
of Mercy Hospital. Girls in primitive Yorkshire
peasant garden smocks assisted in the welcoming of
those who came to see the pageant and to give their
mite for charity. Little ones of every age who
followed the “pied piper” were reproductions of the
children of Kate Greenaway. Flowered chintzes gave
aid to the blossoms in the garden in adding to the
color effect.
It was a fete for the delight of all the grownups,
but it really belonged to the little Miss Muffets
and their brothers and sisters. This little bit
of a Mother Goose child was there in the person
of Mary Belden, who looked so bewitching in her
flowered ankle-long frock demurely laced in front
with velvet ribbon, her fascinating mob cap and
strapped white slippers that even then she might
have been in a terrible fright of the wicked spider
had it not been for the wonderful mitts she wore.
They were quaint and black, and Miss Muffet’s pride
in them apparently gave chase to her timidity.
Riding a pony with all his might was little J. W.
McGarvey. A pale blue long-tailed coat had he, and
a stunning high hat sat proudly and securely on his
head.
Betty Banks wore a long yellow postilion coat over
her pretty white frock and also a big black riding
hat.
Far from contrary and altogether fascinating were
the “pretty maids all in a row,” and even the
original contrary Mary might have been forgiven for
her contrariness had she appeared in the frock
this Mary (Miss Virginia Aikins) wore. Her costume
was a checkered one in many hues, banded about the
bottom with velvet ribands. Her big, big hat in
Leghorn and her extensive lace collar gave her a
very important air.
The pretty maids were decked in flowered frocks
of gayest chintzes, bobbing poke bonnets and Maud
Muller hats. Ribbon streamers mingled with their
curls and gave to the costumes a graceful touch.
The two little Pussy Cats were attractive little
kittens in posied skirts and black coats.
Almost too heavy for little Jacky Horner was the
big Christmas pie. But the broadly checked long
trousers and the checked “runabout” composed a very
stunning suit.
Too pretty to tumble in were the costumes of Jack
and Jill, Virginia and Penelope Smith. Jack’s suit
of sprigged chintz and Jill’s plaid swirling skirts
were topped by a high hat and a bright bonnet with
plaid bands. With his faithful crook, a gay yellow
suit and a cocked hat Little Bo Peep took his way
after his sheep very energetically.
“The Merchantmen” were costumed in velvet doublets
and hose. These were in bright blue and rose and
green and purple. Their velvet Beef-eater hats were
true to the type and very becoming to the wearers.
Outside the garden the grounds were turned into
Arcady where booths were created into miniature
kingdoms, the prettiest of the young matrons
and girls presiding. Miss Felice Lyne and her
assistants, Mrs. William Perry, Miss Virginia
George, Miss Dorothy George, Miss Helen Furguson,
Miss Katherine Harvey and Mrs. C. N. Seidlitz, jr.,
were at the refreshment booth. Miss Lyne sold the
cigarettes there.
Miss Josephine Bird, Miss Elizabeth Marsh and Miss
Ada Lee Porter served at another booth near.
All these young women wore the picturesque
garden smock and some type of hat which properly
accompanied it.
Pretty peddlers everywhere were dressed in airy
summer frocks with skirts of great expanse,
ruffle trimmed and suggestive in every way of
the picturesque Victorian era. They were selling
sweets and flowers and balloons. To the lot of Mrs.
Kenneth Dickey fell the task of disposing of the
balloons. Mrs. Dickey wore a white net gown trimmed
in velvet bands and a large hat with transparent
brim. A silk sport coat added a bit of color.
Among the other venders who plied their trade for
charity’s sake were:
Miss Annette McGee,
Miss Virginia Beeler,
Miss Elizabeth Dodge,
Miss Catherine Firey,
Miss Madeline Dickey,
Miss Gwendolyn Green,
Miss Flora Markey,
Miss Dorothy Johnston,
Miss Florence Haight,
Mrs. List Peppard,
Miss Helen Foran,
Miss Ada Lee Porter,
Miss Josephine Bird,
Miss Elizabeth Marsh,
Miss Elizabeth Cook,
Miss Helen Mace.
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JUBILEE SERVICE IN CATHEDRAL
_New York Evening Post_
It is seldom that New York goes to church in honor
of a foreign potentate, and a royal monarch at
that. Yet some thousands filled St. Patrick’s
Cathedral to-day to listen to a solemn high mass,
celebrated with all the stately pomp of the Roman
Catholic ritual, in honor of the diamond jubilee of
his “Apostolic Majesty Francis Joseph I, Emperor
of Austria and King of Hungary, of Bohemia, of
Dalmatia, of Croatia, of Slavonia, of Galicia, of
Jerusalem, Archduke of Austria, Count-Prince of
Hapsburg, Seigneur of the Wendish March, Grand
Voyvode of Servia,” and any number of additional
titles.
Archbishop Farley sat in his high seat at the left
of the chancel, surrounded by monsignori in violet,
while the glimmer of many-hued cassocks, the
rustling of stoles, and the shimmer of the purple
gowns of the acolytes filled the broad altar with a
constant play of shifting colors.
Through windows, high up, the cold early-winter
sunshine poured, warmed by the gracious tones of
the panes, and mingled with the yellow light of the
candles on the high altar. At intervals along the
nave and in the side aisles bunches of electric
lights twinkled dimly.
The church filled rapidly, and by the time the
first premonitory rumbles of the organ started
the echoes flying back and forth among the lofty
arches, the front part, clear across the transept,
was full, and scarce a pew throughout the entire
body of the edifice that did not have its quota of
the devout.
Not all were Austrians or Hungarians, or any one
of the myriad nationalities ruled over by the aged
Emperor-King; not all were Catholics, either. Many
were there simply to do honor to a man who had
ruled the most scattered country in the world for
sixty years, the span of an ordinary man’s life.
In the front pews sat the diplomats and guests of
honor, with here and there among them the glitter
of a uniform or a decoration. An Austrian in the
full uniform of his country’s service, his glazed,
yellow-plumed shako on his arm and sword clanking
at his heels, strode up the centre aisle to a pew.
His stiff pompadour and little moustache reminded
one of the slim lieutenants who haunt the cafés of
Vienna and Buda-Pest. While one felt instinctively
that he would have been out of place on Fifth
Avenue, somehow his strange uniform fitted in with
the atmosphere of the church.
The organ started and the procession of altar boys,
acolytes, priests, and deacons appeared. Candles
glimmered, rose and fell, to the organ’s swelling
prelude. With the clergy ranged in orderly rows
before the altar, the chant of the Te Deum was
taken up by the archbishop. Then the celebrant of
the mass, the Rev. John Hauptmann, and his deacons,
the Rev. Urban Nageleisen, and the Rev. Rudolph
Nickel, clad in shimmering gold vestments, advanced
and commenced the preliminary ceremonies of the
mass.
It was all very beautiful and imposing, and the
vast congregation sat spellbound through the scene,
while the clergy, the celebrants, and the masters
of the ceremonies, the Rev. J. V. Lewis and the
Rev. A. Blaznick, conducted the rites.
Later, there were sermons by the Rev. Ambrose
Schumack and Father Mateus. Father Schumack spoke
in English with a marked German accent, taking for
his text “Fear God, honor the King.” He told of
the work of Francis Joseph, of his long and stormy
reign.
“On this glorious day,” he said, “it would hardly
be fitting to go into the sadnesses of his life.
We may pass over the wars, bloody and terrible,
into which he was dragged; we may pass over the
tragedies in his family history. He is an old man,
who has ruled his country for sixty years, and
who has kept her, until to-day, whole and strong.
He has kept her so, largely, I think, because
of the aid which he has been afforded by Divine
Providence. ‘Fear God; honor the King.’ That is a
motto which can hurt none of us.”
One could not avoid a quiver of historic interest
at the words. Perhaps never, since the days when
Clinton’s grenadiers garrisoned New York, has a
clergyman preached from such a text.
Father Mateus, who followed Father Schumack, spoke
in the Magyar tongue. Many there were in the
audience who leaned forward attentively in their
seats, drinking in the unwonted words. To them it
was like a breath fresh from the fatherland. But
the majority of the audience could only appreciate
the priest’s fine delivery, which sent his resonant
words clanging distinctly into every farthest
corner of the building.
At last, Father Mateus climbed down from the
pulpit, and the service was continued. And
then, when it was nearly time to go, the whole
congregation rose and joined with the choir and the
priests in singing the mighty “Volkshymne,” which
runs:
Gott erhalte, Gott beschütze
Unsern Kaiser, unser Land!
Maechtig durch des Glaubens Stuetze,
Führ’ er uns mit weiser Hand!
Lass uns seiner Vaeter Krone
Schirmen wider jeden Feind;
Innig bleibt mit Habsburg’s Throne
Oesterreichs Geschick vereint.
Besides Mayor McClellan and his secretary, others
who attended were Patrick McGowan, president of the
Board of Aldermen; Lawrence Grosser, president of
the Borough of Queens; Louis H. Haffen, president
of the Borough of the Bronx; Bird S. Coler,
president of the Borough of Brooklyn; Thomas F.
Murphy, assistant postmaster; Robert Watchorn,
immigration commissioner; Samuel S. Koenig,
secretary of State-elect; Rear-Admiral Goodrich;
Gustave Lindenthal, Judge Hough of the United
States District Court, and the justices of the
Supreme Court, Charles H. Truax, Henry Bischoff,
jr., Leonard A. Giegerich, John W. Goff, Mitchell
E. Erlanger, Lorenz Zeller, and W. H. Olmstead. The
city magistrates were represented by Henry Steinert
and Peter T. Barlow.
Practically all the diplomatic representatives
of the various governments maintaining consular
offices in this city were present, including the
Austrian consul-general, Baron Otto Hoenning
O’Carroll; the Austrian consul, Georg von
Grivicic; Karl Buenz, the German consul-general;
Leg. Rat Karl Gneist, German consul; the Count
Hannibal Massiglia, Italian consul-general;
Courtenay W. Bishop, English consul; Étienne
Lanel, French consul; Baron A. Schlippenbach,
Russian consul-general; Kokichi Midzune, Japanese
consul-general; John R. Planten, consul-general of
the Netherlands; Julius Clan, consul-general of
Denmark; Jose Joaquim Gomes dos Santos, Brazilian
consul-general; Jose V. Fernandez, consul-general
of Argentina; Ricardo Sanchez-Croz, consul-general
of Chili; Wallace White, consul-general of
Paraguay; Juon J. Ulloa, consul-general of Costa
Rica, and Ramon Bengoeches, consul-general of
Guatemala.
The officers of the Austrian Society of New York,
Emil Fischel, Dr. Edward Pisko, Dr. Karl Weiss, and
Leopold Selzer, together with many of the members,
were likewise present.
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UNIVERSITY COMMENCEMENT
_New York Evening Post_
NEW HAVEN, Conn., June 17.--Seven hundred and
seventy-eight degrees were conferred upon students
of the class of 1914 at the 213th commencement
exercises of Yale University here to-day. The
ceremonies were held in Woolsey Hall, in the
presence of a great and distinguished academic
gathering. Twenty-one honorary degrees were
conferred, among them that of doctor of laws on
Romulo S. Naon, Ambassador from the Argentine to
the United States, and now one of the envoys in the
mediation proceedings at Niagara Falls.
The same honor was awarded to Surgeon-Gen. William
Crawford Gorgas, who yesterday received the degree
of doctor of science from Princeton. In view of the
centennial celebration of the Yale Medical School,
it was natural that the number of medical men to
receive honorary degrees should be much greater
than usual.
The gathering of the candidates for degrees was
preceded by the customary procession, formed in
Vanderbilt Court, through the central green and
thence through College Street to Woolsey Hall,
while the Trinity Church chimes on the Green
and the band which headed the procession played
“Onward, Christian Soldiers.” The formal exercises
included music conducted by Prof. Horatio Parker,
dean of the Music School. Three of the numbers
were composed by Jean Sibelius, who was among
the recipients of honorary degrees. Prayer was
offered by the Rev. Dr. Charles E. Jefferson, of
New York City, a member of the Yale Corporation.
Prof. Wilbur L. Cross, of the Scientific School,
presented the candidates for honorary degrees.
For work done in the various departments of the
University the 778 degrees were conferred as
follows: In Yale College, 287 bachelors of arts,
313 bachelors of philosophy; in the School of
Divinity, 27 bachelors of divinity; in the School
of Law, 29 bachelors of laws, 6 masters of laws,
2 doctors of laws, 2 bachelors of civil laws; in
the School of Forestry, 24 masters of forestry; in
the Graduate School, 32 doctors of philosophy and
30 masters of arts; in the Sheffield Scientific
School, 1 degree of electrical engineer, 2 of civil
engineer, 8 of mechanical engineer, 4 of engineer
of mines; in the School of Fine Arts, 1 bachelor
of fine arts and 2 bachelors of music. The prizes
in all departments were announced yesterday, and
the chief honors were published in the _Evening
Post_.
Of the men receiving honorary degrees, the
following were awarded the degree of Master of Arts:
Edwin Howland Blashfield, mural decorator, winner
of many prizes, and editor of Vasari’s “Lives of
the Painters.”
Edward Robinson Baldwin, M.D., right-hand man
of Dr. Trudeau at Saranac Lake, and an American
authority on tuberculosis.
William Herbert Corbin, ’89, honored because
of his important work as Connecticut Tax
Commissioner.
Capt. Charles Franklin Craig, M.D., ’94, an
officer of the United States Medical Corps, who
has distinguished himself chiefly by work on
malarial and tropical diseases.
John Howland, ’94, professor of pediatrics at
Johns Hopkins University.
James Hartness, president of the American Society
of Mechanical Engineers, inventor of useful
mechanical parts, instruments, etc.
Henry Hun, Ph.B., ’74, well-known neurologist and
formerly president of the Association of American
Physicians.
Elliott Proctor Joslin, ’90, a physician of note
in Boston, who is connected with the Harvard
Medical School.
Fred Towsley Murphy, ’97, professor of surgery in
Washington University, St. Louis.
Oliver C. Smith, president of the Connecticut
Medical Society, and a leading surgeon of
Hartford.
William Francis Verdi, M.D., ’94, a leading
operative surgeon of Connecticut.
Miss Mary Emma Woolley, president of Mount
Holyoke College.
Jean Sibelius, the leading Finnish composer, was
honored with the degree of doctor of music. The
degree of doctor of science was conferred upon
Edgar Fahs Smith, provost of the University of
Pennsylvania and a well-known American chemist, and
upon Richard Pearson Strong, Ph.B., ’93, professor
in the Harvard Medical School, an authority on
tropical diseases.
Sidney Gulick, professor of theology at Doshisha,
author of “The Social Evolution of the Japanese,”
and influential adviser of the Japanese and
American Governments on matters of race adjustment
on the shores of the Pacific, received the honorary
degree of doctor of divinity.
The following received the degree of doctor of laws:
William Crawford Gorgas, surgeon-general of
the United States, chief sanitary engineer of
the Panama Canal, and a member of the Isthmian
Commission.
George Wharton Pepper, an eminent lawyer and a
citizen vitally interested in the work of Christian
unity and missions.
Rómulo S. Naón, Ambassador of Argentina to the
United States, formerly Minister of Education, and
a jurist of note.
John Kimberly Beach, 77, formerly of the firm
which for many years has been the counsel of the
University, Associate Justice of the Supreme Court
of Connecticut, and professor of mercantile law and
admiralty jurisprudence in the Yale Law School.
Peter Ainslee, leader in the Church of the
Disciples, worker in the cause of Christian unity,
and the author of the standard history of his
communion.
A commencement week made historical by the
endowment and promise of further endowment in its
centennial year of the Yale Medical School, was
brought to a close by the exercises to-day. In
every way, this week marking the completion of the
213th year of the conferring of Yale degrees is
generally regarded as a notable one. On the class
reunion side, the usual bizarre effects have been
gained by the adoption of class costumes. Various
classes appeared as polo players, Colonials,
British soldiers, and Chinese mandarins, and some
two hundred members of the academic triennial class
were decked out as playing-cards. Many classes
report record attendances, those back for regular
reunions including numerous distinguished sons of
the University. One gathers the impression that
this year’s commencement has brought back greater
numbers than any previous occasion, barring, of
course, the bicentennial celebration, in the fall
of 1901.
Two innovations were tried out this year on the
social side of commencement week. The so-called
“1492 Dinner,” inaugurated some years ago to
provide a Tuesday evening dinner for all returning
graduates not included in regular reunion classes,
was taken over by the class secretaries’ bureau
and rejuvenated under the more formal title of
the “United Graduates’ Reunion Dinner.” Held in
Woolsey Hall, where the Newberry organ was used to
accompany the singing of old Latin hymns, and where
the surroundings were conducive to a more informal
and intimate gathering than in the University
Dining Hall, the dinner was a success under the
new auspices. Charles W. Littlefield, ’03, of New
York, presided, and two of the speakers were John
H. Finley, Commissioner of Education of New York,
and Dudley Field Malone. At the end of the Tuesday
evening reunion celebration, a general alumni
gathering on the College campus brought men of all
classes together. This meeting was an improvement
on last year’s gathering, spectacular fireworks,
general singing, and athletic contests being the
features of the programme.
The final event of the Yale commencement of 1914
was the president’s reception in Memorial Hall this
afternoon.
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NOTE--_The following two stories show how the same
incident was reported in a Chicago morning paper
and in a New York evening paper of the same day._
COMMENCEMENT INCIDENT
(1)
_Chicago Tribune_
Champaign, Ill., June 17.--[Special.]--Discipline
at the University of Illinois is not what it used
to be in the days when they decided to make an
example of Porter Gray, the boy who wouldn’t go to
chapel.
Chapel cutting in those times was considered a
pretty serious offense; yet here was the Gray boy
back on the campus today with the full knowledge
and consent of the faculty.
And more than that, the faculty--regardless of the
fact that it wasn’t much more than twenty-nine
years ago that he was suspended--patted him on the
back, defied the rules of dignity by joining the
student body in an oskey wow, wow, and wound up by
making him a bachelor of science.
Those of the town folk who saw Porter the day he
packed up his other shirt and collar and marched
defiantly into exile remarked on his changed
appearance on his return. The hair that fringes the
new bald spot on top of his head is gray, he has
become exaggeratedly round shouldered, and he can’t
see without the aid of thick lensed glasses. But
that, says Champaign, is what fast city life will
do to any youngster.
Porter had not been back at school long before he
met another bad boy--a chap named Harrison Coates
Earl, who got into trouble with the university
authorities and left as hastily as his classmate,
Gray. Harrison has changed a lot, too. He has
put on flesh, and he says that even without the
recommendation of his alma mater he got a good
position in Chicago as a municipal judge.
The new school educators in charge at the
university treated Harrison Earl as they did the
Gray boy--only it was a bachelor of literature they
made him.
The two disciplined classmates had been wandering
around the campus unrecognized amid a swarm of
hurrying, nervous seniors. They met at the bursar’s
office.
“Here’s $5--my diploma fee. I’m Gray, ’85,” jerked
Porter through the wicket, when a hand thumped
against his back.
“Gray, ’85, eh; little Port Gray? Why, you’re
suspended for cutting chapel. You’d better get off
the campus before they catch you.”
Gray, ’85, whirled around. He recognized the heavy
handed speaker.
“Harrison Earl,” he cried. “Do you mean to say
they’re taking you back, too?”
“Not Harrison, but Judge Earl, if you please,” said
the other severely. “Your guess is right. They’ve
called me back to get my degree. In a few hours
I’ll be a bachelor of literature. I don’t know,
though, that it’s going to help me any in the law,
but I’ll be glad to get it just the same. How about
you?”
Gray shook his head.
“I’ll be a bachelor of science when they
get through with me at the exercises,” he
answered. “The degree might have done me some
good--twenty-nine years ago--but I don’t think
it’ll be of any great assistance to me now. It
might make me eligible to the University club.
But they probably wouldn’t want me there. I’m a
professional masseur.”
Back in the early ’80’s seniors at the state
university didn’t go in for caps and gowns at
commencement, but it never did take Porter Gray
long to pick anything up. After looking over the
new fangled outfits on display along the campus, he
went into a shop and rented one for himself.
In cap and gown he paraded into the university
auditorium with the rest of the candidates for
degrees. In the section to which he was ushered
he found a dozen familiar faces, all seamed with
wrinkles like his own, and most of them adorned
with spectacles. The owners of the faces remembered
him, too, as he was whispering greetings.
“Will Brown--you still alive? Bob Dunlevy--why,
Bob, you need a shave. Joe Holt, did you come all
the way from California for this?”
To those of his old schoolmates who hadn’t read
of the university’s intention of calling it quits
and conferring on him the degree held back for
twenty-nine years, Gray explained the reason for
his return.
Gray told how, after losing his battle for
reinstatement in the courts, he had decided to
cut himself off forever from the university; how
the alma mater had forgotten his existence, and
then, with the unearthing of some old records, had
“discovered” him and offered him a degree.
“If they had not said the first word I never would
have taken it,” Gray protested. “If I had it to do
all over again I would not change my course. I was
an agnostic, and I am one still. They couldn’t drag
me to chapel if I thought I could put the time to
better use with my books.”
(2)
_New York Evening Post_
CHAMPAIGN, Ill., June 17.--Suspended twenty-nine
years ago because he was an agnostic and would not
attend chapel, Porter Gray, of the class of ’85,
received his degree of bachelor of science from the
University of Illinois to-day.
Gray was working his way through the University
back in the eighties. It was his ambition to become
a Government entomologist. He was forced to take
leave of absence for one year to earn money to
complete his course.
In spite of his narrow means and close attention
to his studies, Gray began to acquire a campus
reputation as the man who never went to chapel.
Attendance was compulsory in those days. Selim H.
Peabody, then president of the University, called
Gray on the carpet, but the student was firm.
“I am an agnostic,” he said. “I will not go to
chapel.”
“Write a statement that chapel attendance is
repugnant to your religious convictions, and that
will suffice,” said Dr. Peabody.
“I will not. I have no religious convictions; I am
an agnostic. I simply will not attend chapel,” said
Gray.
He was suspended forty days before he was to have
been graduated.
President Edmund J. James, of the University, came
upon the papers in Gray’s old and forgotten case a
short time ago when he was engaged in rounding up
the old alumni for a home coming. He wrote to Gray
in Chicago, and urged him to visit the University.
Gray, embittered by a vain fight that had taken
his last dollar years ago and had ended only in
the State Supreme Court, to compel the University
to give him his degree, replied curtly that all
he wished the University to do was to forget him.
President James wrote again that chapel rules were
obsolete now, and that they wanted to give Gray his
belated degree. Gray came here to-day, and from a
big crowd of undergraduates he will hear for the
first time the cheer of Illinois. College yells
were not much known in Gray’s day here.
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UNIVERSITY CLASS DAY
_New York Sun_
The Columbia seniors had an honorary valedictorian
at their class day exercises yesterday afternoon
whose name was not on the programme but whose
presence on the platform called for ten minutes’
continual cheering. Fifty years after he had been
graduated, and upon the eve of his retirement
from the university, Dean John Howard Van Amringe
became an honorary member of the class of 1910, and
yesterday, when the class was celebrating its last
reunion as undergraduates, Van Amringe, ’60, made a
farewell address to the class.
When the class marched out of the gymnasium at
the conclusion, the white haired dean and the
senior president went out side by side, on the
“pilgrimage” to Hamilton Hall, where the class ivy
was planted.
The exercises were held early in the afternoon in a
room thronged with the relatives and friends of the
graduates, who marched into the gymnasium dressed
in academic cap and gown. Robert Scarborough
Erskine delivered the president’s address of
welcome. Francis N. Bangs, a son of Francis S.
Bangs, who had much to do with the abolition of
football at Columbia five years ago, was the class
historian, and he divulged class secrets. He made
the statement that a ballot of the class showed
that forty-one of the eighty-seven members have
more than a passing liking for beverages stronger
than water, while fifty-two delight in using
tobacco. Bangs did not go any further into the
intimate history of the class.
Harry Wilson of Sioux Falls, S. D., was selected
the most popular man in the class, the one who
has done most for Columbia, the most likely to
succeed, likewise the noisiest, and the biggest
politician. Howard Delane was chosen the best all
around man and the best natured; he was elected
the recipient of the alumni association prize to
the most faithful and deserving student, which is
the highest honor a senior at Columbia can gain.
John Mentil was elected the best athlete; that
distinction he gained with ease because he has been
captain of a championship basketball team and is on
the varsity baseball team. Clarence Renton won the
rather doubtful honor of being the biggest fusser
and likewise the most foolish man in the class.
Sidney Glide took first place in the race for most
conceited and grouchiest while Arthur Schuarz was
designated the laziest, biggest sport and biggest
bluffer.
The statistics of the class as a whole showed that
the average height was 5 feet 10½ inches, the
average weight 151 pounds and the average age 21
years 5 months, making the 1910 men the youngest
set that has been graduated from Columbia in some
time. Most of the members of the class were born
and live in New York, although every part of the
country is represented. Thirty-one men intend to
study law, ten will take up engineering, nine have
chosen medicine and eight will go into business.
The others were hazy as to just what they were
going to do, or were too modest to tell about their
plans. More than half the class is Republican, and
there are only ten Democrats. One man declared
himself a “Bryan Republican.”
The class decided that Prof. Hervey was the best
teacher and the hardest professor to bluff. Prof.
Charles Arthur Beard was elected the most popular
professor, and William Clinton Densmore Odell, a
brother of the ex-Governor and a professor in the
English department, was elected the most polished.
The history department was considered the best
in the university, while the French department
increased its lead in the contest for the least
desirable, getting the fifteenth successive annual
vote for that honor.
Benjamin Berinstein, one of the two blind men in
the class, was elected to Phi Beta Kappa, with
Thomas Alexander, Paul Williams Aschner, Ernst
Phillip Boas, Mortimer Brenner, Louis Grossbaum,
John Dotha Jones, Russell Thorp Kirby, Herman
Joseph Muller, William de Forest Pearson, Edward
Heyman Pfeiffer, Maurice Picard and Rollo Linsmore
de Wilton.
Berinstein stood at the head of the list. He has
studied for the last year in the law school, having
completed the first three years of his course
in the college last June. James Henry Mullin,
the other blind member of the class, received
commendation for his work.
Condict W. Cutler read the class poem, and the
class prophecy was delivered by C. Homer Ramsdell
of Newburgh, N. Y. Geddes Smith of Paterson, N. J.,
made the ivy oration, after William Langer and Dean
Van Amringe had delivered their valedictories.
William Allen White will deliver the annual Phi
Beta Kappa address in Earl Hall this afternoon, on
“A Theory of Spiritual Progress.” In the morning
the seniors and the faculty will play the annual
baseball game on South Field.