Program for the Graduating Exercises of the Class of 1890 at Bath High School at Bath, Maine. Sheet of paper approximately 11-1/2" x 8-1/2", folded into four pages.
This program was found in the 1850s autograph book of Ellen Augusta Crooker of the Bath, Maine area, with many inscriptions gathered while she was a student at Maine Wesleyan Seminary and Female College at Kents Hill, Maine. Ellen later married Hiram C. Cornish, who was born February 26, 1844 at Bowdoin, Maine.
Transcription of the cover, above:
Graduating Exercises of the Class of 1890
BATH HIGH SCHOOL
at the WINTER STREET CHURCH
FRIDAY, JUNE 20, 1890, AT 9.00 A.M.
Herbert E. Cole, Principal
Mr. James O. Lincoln
Miss Bertha L. Soule
Miss Maria F. Upton
Miss Viola G. Hogan
SUPERINTENDING SCHOOL COMMITTEE
George E. Hughes, Esq.
Dr. Edwin M. Fuller
Mr. John G. Richardson
Order of Exercises
Salutatory, John Ernest Quimby
Our State, Elinor Frances Hunt
Woman's Influence, Lillian Grace Wescott
Madame Roland, Mattie Aurelia Montgomery
Lessons from the Rocks, Jennie Williams
Unintended Influence, *Amy Reed Morse
The American Navy, Ernest Linwood Stinson
Recollections, Emma Victoria Matson
The Magnetism of Words, Hattie Maria Brown
July, Katherine Theresa Madden
The Demands of the Age, Herbert Langdon Spinney
Living for Something, Mary Norcross Gilmore
A Leaf from Memory's Tablet, Cynthia Grafton Worth
A National Hero, Llewellyn Drew Rogers
Knots, Mary Augusta Blasland
All Right, Fannie May Moulton
My Bouquet of Life, Maude Carleton Worth
Self Praise, Margaret Florence Farrell
Old Letters, Lillian Augusta Soiett
India, Fred Fuller Blaisdell
She Hath Done What She Could, Christena Hanson
Class History, Annie Turner McDonald
Class Prophecy, Jessie Christine Carter
Valedictory, Henry Francis Palmer
Presentation of Diplomas
Singing of Class Ode
Written by Elinor Frances Hunt
Air - "Shells We Gathered Long Ago"
The hour has come when we must part;
Then let us all assembled here,
Drive ev'ry sorrow from the heart,
And brush away the silent tear.
The happy days that have been ours
Should cause nor sorrow nor regret,
Our pathway, ever strewn with flow'rs
Has teemed with joys we'll ne'er forget.
Banish from these parting hours
All gloomy cares and fears today
We'll stew life's pathway with the flow'rs
That we have gathered on our way.
The buds of promise open now
Upon our vision clear and bright;
And joyous hope, on every brow,
Weaves garlands of supreme delight.
The way of wisdom lies before,
Whose portals we're but entering,
And as we con her lessons o'er
We'll ever gladly, gaily sing.
Banish from these fleeting hours, etc.
Times Print, Bath