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Alice Tappan, Agnes Carter and Lillian 
Nunn. 
The supper this year was prepared 
and planned by a committee of members 
of which Dr. W. H. Tyler was chair- 
man. ‘The other members were Her- 
bert Shaw, James Salter, R. A. Mitch- 
ell, Eric Wetterlow and John D. Mor- 
rison. President Salter presided at the 
after-dinner exercises when an interesting 
entertainment program was carried out. 
This included an address of welcome by 
Mr. Salter, singing by the gathering, re- 
marks, vocal and instrumental selections 
and readings. 
D. L. Bingham, Manchester’s vener- 
able librarian and oldest citizen, was the 
first speaker introduced. Mr. Bingham, 
spoke of his pleasure of being present. 
Thus far, he said, the exercises had been 
eminently satisfactory. He agreed with 
Webster, who said that “‘ The past is 
secured.’’ Mr. Bingham referred to 
his early days as a farmer boy when he 
assisted his father in raising fruit for the 
Boston market, how their farm was in 
the very center of Manchester, and allud- 
ed to the marked change in conditions 
of today. The people didn’t recognize 
the possibilities of farming then, he said. 
He spoke too of the debt we owe to 
Holland for some of the beautiful flow- 
ers and fruit as well as for their kindly 
attitude toward this country in its early 
days asa republic. ‘“The time to be 
happy is now; the place to be happy is 
here, and the way to be happy is to try 
to make others happy,’’ quoted the 
speaker. ‘The best part of religion is in 
benefiting fellow men. He closed his 
remarks by reciting the words of “‘ Abou 
Ben Adhem,’’ by Leigh Hunt. 
Miss Abbie Rust of Gloucester then 
played a violin solo, ‘‘Faust Fantasie,’ 
of Gounod, and Miss Emma Clausen of 
Gloucester gave a_ reading, ‘“Hanibal 
Hawkins.’’ The singing of ‘‘Smarty’’ 
by the company followed. 
Rev. T. L. Frost was then called up- 
on. Mr. Frost told four stories which 
took the crowd by storm. 
Lagory Wade added to his growing 
popularity as a trombone soloist in his 
rendition of ‘‘Sometime,’’? by Von 
Tilzer, and ‘‘ Love Me and the World 
is Mine,’’ by Ball. 
Miss Dorothy Burnham of Glouces- 
ter sang very sweetly ‘‘ By the Lakes of 
Killarney,’’ followed by another reading 
by Miss Clausen, “‘Tim’s Downfall.’’ 
Rev. Fr. Powers was next called upon. 
He gave one of his bright talks, overflow- 
ing with merry jests and at the same time 
containing plenty of sound doctine. The 
society, he said, was to be congratulated 
on its new president; for his election 
has made the society to throb with re- 
ligious enthusiasm. What ever may 
have been the religious or irreligious 
principles of the members in the past, 
all things are to be swayed this year by 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE. 
the spirit of that royal Book of the Old 
Testament—the Salter. 
He alluded to the fact that the speakers 
were selected. each year from the clergy 
of the town, and that this year the Bill 
Taft of Manchester, ‘‘our genial and 
gentle Dr. Tyler,’’? again waylaid the 
clergy, and the funny part of it was that 
so many people came out on these oc- 
casions and ‘‘paid dollars for the privilege 
of coming to this hall and following the 
rhetorical flights of the sky-pilots of 
Manchester’ when they could hear them 
all day Sunday for nothing 
Fr. Powers illustrated his remarks by 
telling several good stories, but passing 
on to the more serious he said: 
‘* Ladies and gentlemen:—Last year I 
officiated as auditor of the accounts of 
the North Shore Horticltural Society; and 
I found on every page of the books and 
in the disposition of the vouchers evi- 
dences of scrupulous care and conscien- 
tious work on the part of the treasurer, 
the late lamented John Baker. And I 
am moved to utter the loving thought 
that if those accounts were a reflex, as 
we fondly trust they were, of the charac- 
ter of the man who itemized and com- 
piled them, the ledger of John Baker’s 
life, on that depressing and sorrowful day 
two months ago, when it was suddenly 
opened to the scrutiny of the Eternal 
Auditor, must have shown a balance on 
the right side. 
“Death is a lugubrious and fearful 
subject, and its bare mention at this ban- 
quet were a chilling ghost, did it not af- 
ford us the cherished boon of paying 
tribute to the memory of our departed 
treasurer, though, with all its gloom and 
terror, the thought of it is a very safety- 
valve on the throbbing empire of life. 
Nay, it is, in a way, the fulcrum of all 
that is worthy in life; for through it 
comes life. This was true on Mount 
Calvary; and it is none the less true 
throughout Nature’s broad domain. 
‘“You that are in this society for the 
sake of that which it promotes, you that 
delight in graceful frond and fragrant 
b'ossom, you that watch so assiduously 
the development from germ to fruit,— 
you, of all men, must realize, in your 
labor of love, the force of this truth. 
You know that the upspringing of the 
plant through the mold means the death 
of the seed; you know that, in Nature, 
perfection onthe one side demands _ sac- 
rifice on the other. 
‘Sacrifice, my friends, is the law of 
the good life— in the plant, and in our- 
selves. Kill the weeds that sprout up 
unbidden in your souls though the oper- 
ation mean pain to you,— the good 
growths will flourish; cut back your 
passion, and your virtues will bourgeon; 
swab the gypsy-moth of selfishness with 
the creosote of charity, and your tree of 
life will be goodly to behold. 
‘* Ah, ladies and gentlemen, that noble 
essence which we call life rises to its full 
stature in the exhilarating atmosphere of 
charity,—there it sounds the clarion call 
for the sterilizing of selfishness, there | it 
is ever demanding the death of the 
spirit of envy. For this life of ours is 
not a mad rush of purposeless benign; it 
is the training-school for heaven, it is the 
field wherein we must sow for an eter- 
nal reaping. Aye, be our calling in life 
what it may, we are all gardeners of the 
soul, and for every one of us the ulti- 
mate purpose of the soul’s garden is— 
erowth and fruitage for God.’’ : 
The company then sang ‘“‘ Annie 
Laurie,’’ and Miss Rust played another 
solo, ‘° Polish Dance,’’ by Scharwenka, 
and Miss Burnham sang. E. O. Orpet 
of So. Lancaster and Wm. Craigg of 
No. Eastern, made brief remarks, and 
the entertainment came to a close by the 
singing of “‘Auld Lang Syne.’’ 
‘The floor was then cleared and danc- 
ing was enjoyed the balance of the even- 
ing. 
Among those from out of town were 
J. K. L. M. and James Farquhar, of 
the well known seed concern; John 
Guerineau and Thomas Grey of Thom- 
as Grey & Co., seedmen; P. J. Van 
Barda of Joseph Breck Co.; Mr. Rose 
of the Fiske Seed Co.; A. Leuthy, a 
florist of Roslindale; Julius Huerlin of 
the Blue Hill nurseries, Braintree; E. 
O. Orpet, gardener for the E. V. R. 
Thayers, So. Lancaster and Wm. 
Craig, gardener for Mrs. Mary Ames of 
No. Easton. Mr. Orpet is a lecturer 
at the Mass. Agric. college, and Mr. 
Craig is secretary of the Boston Garden- 
ers’ and Florists’ club. 
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