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INTRODUCING FREDERICK S. JONES

By Frank S. Streeter

(Delivered at the inauguration luncheon on the occasion of the inauguration of Ernest Martin Hopkins as president of Dartmouth College, October 6, 1916. From A Record of the Proceedings, published by the college.)

GENTLEMEN: In order that we may be enabled to hear our friend Dean Jones of Yale, who is obliged to catch an early train, I shall ask him to speak next. In doing so, while I would like to say many nice things about him, I will restrain myself as I do not want to take up his time. I introduce him not only as a great college administrator, but also as a poet. Some Boston gentlemen-of course, it was a Harvard graduate,— tossed off this effusion:

"I come from good old Boston,

The home of the bean and the cod,
Where the Cabots speak only to Lowells,
And the Lowells speak only to God."

This was carried down to New Haven, and Dean Jones, with the spirit of poetry bubbling up in him, and to illustrate the absolute democracy of Yale, replied:

"Here's to the town of New Haven,

The home of the truth and the light,

Where God talks to Jones in the very same tones

That he uses to Hadley and Dwight."

I present Dean Jones, administrator and poet.

FRANK S. STREETER. Born East Charleston, Vt., August 5, 1853; graduated at Dartmouth in 1874; admitted to the bar in 1877; practised law, Concord, N. H.; trustee of Dartmouth College since 1892.

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INTRODUCING WOODROW WILSON, PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES

By Shailer Mathews

(Speech delivered at a meeting of the Federal Council of Churches in Memorial Hall, Columbus, Ohio, December 10, 1915.)

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: The President.

SHAILER MATHEWS. Born at Portland, Me., May 26, 1863; graduated Colby College, 1884; Newton Theological Institute, 1887; on the faculty of Colby College, 1887-1894; faculty of the University of Chicago since 1894; Dean of the Divinity School of the University of Chicago since 1908.

CHAPTER XI

SPEECHES OF WELCOME

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THE BROTHERHOOD OF YALE

By Arthur Twining Hadley

(Address of welcome on the occasion of the bicentennial celebration of Yale University, 1901.)

Of all the pleasures and the duties which a birthday brings with it, the most welcome duty and the most exalted pleasure is found in the opportunity which it affords for seeing, united under one roof, the fellow-members of a family who are often far separated. On this twohundredth birthday of Yale University, it is our chief pride to have with us the representatives of that brotherhood of learning which knows no bounds of time or place, of profession or creed.

It knows no bounds of age, either among the hosts or among the guests. The Yale that welcomes you here includes in its membership all parts of the collegiate body, from the youngest student to the oldest professor. It includes all those who, coming here without officially recognized connection with the University itself, bear to it such relationship that they partake in its spirit, and feel themselves sharers of its glories and its duties. Nor is it the living alone that welcome you. Present with us in spirit are men who have recently gone from us, like Phelps and Dana and Whitney. Present is a long line of great dead who have devoted their services to Yale, and who, being dead, yet speak. Present are those givers of books who, two hundred years ago, out of their poverty founded that college of Connecticut which to-day welcomes brothers, younger and older, to its anniversary. Representatives of colleges whose birth we have watched and in whose growth we can. claim an almost paternal interest stand here side by side with delegates from those institutions, whether in the New World or the Old, which

ARTHUR T. HADLEY. Born New Haven, Conn., April 23, 1856; graduated from Yale, 1876; on the Yale faculty since 1879; President of Yale University, 18991921.

can point to a longer past than ours, and with whose achievements the centuries have rung.

Our brotherhood knows no bounds of place, no limits, natural or artificial. Characteristic of university learning from the very beginning was its cosmopolitan spirit. While States and cities dwelt in selfcentered isolation, the universities of the Middle Ages established the first postoffice by which intelligence could be interchanged and nations. grow by one another's intellectual work. That community of thought which the members of the brotherhood of learning have thus pursued from the outset has been in recent days helped beyond anticipation by those modern inventions which have annihilated space, and have made it possible to have with us representatives, not only from the North and the South, from the Mississippi and from the Pacific, but from Stockholm and St. Petersburg, from Japan and from Australasia.

Our brotherhood know's no bounds of occupation. The day is past when people thought of the learned professions as something set apart from all others, the exclusive property of a privileged few. Opinions may differ as to the achievement of democracy; but none can fail to value that growing democracy of letters which makes of every calling a learned and noble profession, when it is pursued with the clearness of vision which is furnished by science or by history and with the disinterested devotion to the public welfare which true learning inspires. We are proud to have with us not only the theologian or the jurist or the physician; not merely the historical investigator or the scientific discoverer; but the men of every name who, by arms or by arts, in letters or in commerce, have contributed to bring all callings equally within the scope of university life.

Nor does our brotherhood know any bounds of creed. Even those institutions of learning which at some period in their history have had a more or less sectarian character tend to grow as the world growsmaking their theology no longer a trammel but an inspiration, and welcoming as friends all who contribute to that inspiration, whether under the same forms or under others. Our common religion, so fundamental that we can all unite therein, teaches us broad lessons of reverence, of tolerance, and of earnestness. Ours be the reverence of those who have learned silence from the stars above and the graves beneath; ours the tolerance which can "see a good in evil and a hope in ill-success;" ours the earnestness which would waste no time in the discussion of differences of standpoint, but would unite us as leaders in the world's great movement toward higher standards in science and in business, in thought and life.

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WELCOME TO THE ALUMNI

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

(Speech as president of the day, at the annual dinner of the Harvard Alumni Association in Cambridge, July 19, 1860.)

BROTHERS, by the side of her who is mother of us all, and FRIENDS, whom she welcomes as her own children: The older sons of our common parent who should have greeted you from this chair of office, being for different reasons absent, it has become my duty to half fill the place of these honored, but truant, children to the best of my ability—a most grateful office, so far as the expression of kind feeling is concerned; an undesired duty, if I look to the comparisons you must draw between the government of the association existing de jure, and its government de facto. Your President [Robert C. Winthrop] so graces every assembly which he visits, by his presence, his dignity, his suavity, his art of ruling, whether it be the council of a nation, the legislature of a State, or the lively democracy of a dinnertable, that when he enters a meeting like this, it seems as if the chairs stood back of their own will to let him pass to the head of the board, and the table itself, that most intelligent of quadrupeds, the half reasoning mahogany, tipped him a spontaneous welcome to its highest seat, and of itself rapped the assembly to order. [Applause.]

Your first Vice-President [Charles Francis Adams], whose name and growing fame you know so much better than his bodily presentment, has not been able to gratify your eyes and ears by showing you the lineaments and stirring you with the tones inherited from men who made their country or shaped its destinies. [Applause.] You and I have no choice therefore, and I must submit to stand in this place of eminence as a speaker, instead of sitting a happy listener with my friends and classmates on the broader platform beneath. Through my lips must flow the gracious welcome of this auspicious day, which brings us all together in this family temple under the benignant smile of our household divinities, around the ancient altar fragrant with the incense of our grateful memories.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. Poet and essayist. Born at Cambridge, Mass., August 29, 1809; died at Boston, October 7, 1894; graduated at Harvard in 1829; Professor of Anatomy at Dartmouth College, 1831-1841; practised medicine in Boston, 184147; Professor of Anatomy at Harvard, 1847-1882.

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