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idewalk, fully a thousand of them, were the school children, in charge of their teachers. Badges of red, white and blue, and flags everywhere were in evidence. Arriving at the house, Revere was welcomed by His Honor the Mayor and the members of committee, and invited to enter for refreshment. The present resident, Edward Gaffey, deemed it an honor to open the historic mansion for the occasion and dispense the hospitality Captain Hall had no time for so long ago. During this interval Arthur Joyce of the high school, standing on the door-steps, recited in a clear and carrying voice Longfellow's well-known poem; Mayor Haines, standing on the car-track, spoke of the lessons of the day, citing various historic events and incidents of American patriotism, and expressing the firm belief that America will not fail in the present crisis and in coming days. As the mayor ceased speaking Cornetist Milton Rich and Sub-master Gilkey led in the singing of the Star Spangled Banner, and the mode
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 20., Historical Society Reaches Majority in its New home. (search)
he M. H. S. bore well its part, Historic knowledge to impart, Upon its chosen work intent. Then later Scott was President. How could events more fitting come, That when our years are twenty-one, Our list of officers we scan, And find for President a Mann. A Mann in name, a man for work, A man who never learned to shirk. Whose tireless work today we praise, While grateful thanks to him we raise. These corporate members' names were filed DeLong, and Wait, and Dame and Wild, Sargent, Loomis, Joyce and Gill, And Eddy, will the number fill. The passing years their changes bring, And some have gone, their memories cling. 'Tis but a step from earth to heaven, Tonight we write our number seven. And for all those who from our ranks, Are resting on those farther banks, We weave tonight in memory's net Forget-me-nots and mignonette. The past has many pictures fair, They crowd upon us everywhere, Stamped on the tablets of the heart, Of life itself they form a part. Do you recall our old r