Honors Edward Tuck '62

A rhyme celebrating, on August 24, the ninety-second birthday of Edward Tuck of the class of 1862, and composed by a friend of Mr. Tuck's, is printed below. Mr. Tuck resides at 82, Champs Elys£es, Paris.

I mean to call, the stranger said On a sage of old I knew, He dwelt in the Elysian Fields At number Eighty-two.

Full many a year has flitted by And now again I'd view The features of that best of men Who lived at Eighty-two.

"I know him well," the other cried, I know his dwelling, too. I'm glad to say our friend today Now lives at Ninety-two.

"What—he has moved?" the stranger said, Well, many dwellers do. I grieve because I loved that house, I'll call at Ninety-two.

"Nay, nay, dear sir, do nothing rash, His house is as we knew, And when you call you'll see with joy He lives at Ninety-two."

The stranger laughed and cried "Oho The number's only new" And off he sped to greet his friend Who lived at Ninety-two.

But when he came it was the same The same tall house he knew, And o'er the door just as of yore The number—82.

"Welcome, my friend, X am right glad I've kept a place for you, Today's the date I celebrate, For I am NINETY-TWO."

"Aha," the other laughing said •The riddle now I see, Next year, please God, at 82 You'll live at Ninety-three.