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On Board the "Pilgrim."

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Nearly three hundred men boarded the train at the Old Colony Depot on Wednesday evening last, bound for New York by the steamer "Pilgrim" of the Fall River Line. Four or five cars were specially reserved for the men through the foresight and care of Mr. Palmer, and they were speedily packed with as jolly a crew as ever went forth from these classic halls to discomfort Yale and back their alma mater. As the train moved out of the depot, cheer after cheer went up from every voice, the manly basses of the upper-classmen being occasionally interspersed with the timid squeak of the freshmen. People stared and glared and wondered what it all meant, but when informed by the ubiquitous mucked that "Dem was de Hairvards" their wonder and astonishment gave way to admiration. Stories, jokes and songs beguiled the time, until finally the train, puffing and blowing with pride in its precious freight, drew up at the pier. One wild rush, a cheer or two, and lo! the noble three hundred were transferred to the palatial steamer "Pilgrim." The "wise virgins" made at once for the dining saloon, where they ordered, devoured and digested (let us hope) an excellent dinner. The "foolish virgins" were obliged to form a line and wait at the head of the stairs for their turn. "After dinner, smoke a while" seemed to be the general maxim, and well it was carried out. Later in the evening, several members of the 'Varsity and '90 glee clubs gave a very choice selection of college songs, which were received with uproarious enthusiasm, and the cries of "more, more" made one feel as if he were in the college yard on a balmy night in June. When the glee club had exhausted its repertoire as well as its voices, a movement was made for the stern deck, where "John, the orange-man" held forth in all his glory. This enthusiastic and patriotic landmark had bought a ticket and was on his way to New York to cheer for Harvard, and act as a mascot to the team. He now, after a little mild persuasion, consented to give some vocal selections in his native tongue. "Eringo-bragh" and a song in which every other line terminated in a lengthy, nasal, trumpeting sound, were the favorites, and called forth immense applause and many encores. John then told some of his college experiences, among which was the great and only theatre-party tale, in which John once figured with a crowd of "shtudents." To crown the glory which his little variety then procured for him, he pulled out of a hidden recess, a carefully tied up parcel, which he unrolled very gingerly, and at length displayed to the admiring audience a large crimson rosette with which he was going to decorate himself the following day. This brought down the house, (or rather the boat) and completed John's bliss. After a comfortable smoke on the deck, enlivened by a number of songs with jolly choruses, your correspondent turned in for the night, and was soon snoring a deep accompaniment to the melodious (?) swish of the paddle wheels.

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