=Ohio= (Cincinnati).—The reception to the Class of 1883, of Cincinnati and vicinity, took place on Friday evening, September 28. The spacious parlors where the reunion was held were fragrant with flowers. A beautiful piece of crayon work—“Welcome, 1883,” with C. L. S. C. monogram—prepared by the superintendent of penmanship of Cincinnati public schools, together with a fine portrait of Dr. Vincent, held conspicuous places. The following was the program:
Address of welcome to the Class of 1883—Mr. John G. O’Connell.
Toast—“The Class of 1882.” Response by Mrs. M. J. Pyle.
Toast—“The Class of 1883.” Response by Mr. Clifford Lakeman.
Vocal solo—“The Flower Girl.” Miss Clara Looker.
Toast—“The Cincinnati Circles.” Response by Miss Bessie Hicks.
Toast—“Chautauqua.” Response by Mr. M. S. Turrell.
Toast-“Our Chancellor, Dr. J. H. Vincent.” Response by Miss Harriet Wilson.
Letters of regret were then read from unavoidable absentees. Time and space will only permit of the publication of the following letter, which is an embodiment of the sentiment contained in the others:
_Rev. J. G. O’Connell, President C. L. S. C. Alumni Association of Cincinnati, Ohio_:—Please accept my thanks for your very kind invitation to attend the C. L. S. C. reception, Friday evening, September 28. The intervening 700 miles will prevent. But does not the Chancellor of the Out-of-Doors University say that, “When the bell at Chautauqua rings on memorial days, all true Chautauquans hear its echo?” And as this same Chancellor teaches so diligently the superiority of mind over matter, why may I not apply this teaching to my own case and say to you that I will be with you in some sort of soul-telephonic manner, and hear your speeches and join in your songs, and enjoy with you the feast of reason and the flow of soul?
I am sorry I said I couldn’t go. I think you may expect me. I read most carefully the report of Commencement Day, and welcomed (in my heart) all the ’83s.
A popular writer in a most popular magazine says: “There are in this life three stages of existence. The first, when we believe every thing is white. The second, when one is sure every thing is black; the third, when one knows that the majority of things are simply gray.”
