196 HISTORY OF PASADENA. 



wines and liquors on banquet occasions was entirely dispensed with here. 

 The sentiments or ' ' toasts ' ' and responses were as follows : 



"California." Response by Gov. H. H. Markham. 



"Give the American Boy a Chance." Response by Dr. Walter L^ind- 

 ley, superintendent of the State School at Whittier. 



" Woman's Influence." Response by Rev. Florence E. Kollock. 



"The Ivadies." Response by J. G. Rossiter, Esq. 



" The Tramp." Response by Prest. C. H. Keyes. 



" Physical Culture." Response by Dr. Norman Bridge. 



" Our Duty to Posterity." Response by Hon. A. G. Throop. 



Here I quote a passage from the Daily Star's report : 



" The announcement of Father Throop as the next speaker was received 

 with great applause. He spoke to the text, "Our Duty to Posterity." 

 There is one great lack in our system of education, he thought, and he 

 hoped Throop Polytechnic Institute would insist upon supplying it, and that 

 is, moral training. We must teach our children to be honest. He would 

 also teach our young people to be patriotic, and to this end he hoped the 

 flags on the buildings of the Institute would never be taken down (ap- 

 plause). Moral honesty and patriotism were the two great lessons he 

 wanted to insist upon tonight." 



Following this, Mrs. Elizabeth Grinnell read an original poem of 32 



stanzas, entitled "An Ode to Father Throop," from which I quote a few 



pertinent lines : 



Men unveil statues of the world's great heroes ; 



Cold statues, soulless marble, unresponsive stone ; 

 Carved images within whose empty chambers 

 Sits no brave spirit on its royal throne. 



Not so today ; with heads uncovered, waiting 



Before the One Great Master's work of art. 

 Behold we, not a silent piece of marble, 



While with a tender touch we draw the veil apart. 



Chiseled in warm flesh, see the figure standing; 



His pedestal God's truth, the love of human kind 

 Cementing each to each in perfect union ; 



Lo, here the living form, and in the form the mind. 



I saw a dude pass by you yester morning 



When you were raking builders' trash away ; 



He glanced with silly scorn upon your rubbish 



And asked, " What do such workmen get per day ? 



Ask, ye who will, the hoary-headed ages 

 If love e'er bargained for its price in gold ; 



Or stipulated for its wage in silver, 

 As if its ministrations could be sold. 



The man who grasps a tool with honest motive, 

 And stoops himself to help the laborer rise, 



Doubles the gift his charity would tender — 

 He gives his wealth, his toil, his enterprise. 



Oh, Father Throop, your form we love and honor. 



You teach that ' ' Industry is Fortune's maid." 

 Long may you live to show the generations 



That Purpose builds, where Prudence is afraid. 



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