“Ah but, my dear Maid Marion, you forget that after all Philip is my nephew.”
“And that should make him quite invincible to my poor charms?”
“Invincible! And you say he kissed you! Really, my dear, these minsters’ daughters—”
“And you a vestryman! But seriously, Mr. Melton, Philip got to making love awfully well toward the last—except the poetry—that was always terrible! You are to be congratulated, sir! With my aid you have started your nephew on the road to ruin!”
“Dear child! And have you never heard me say he is my favorite nephew?”
LAIRD GOLDSBOROUGH.
Notabilia
On the Francis Bergen Medal
One of the most charming of all the intellectual traditions of Yale is the group of Francis Bergen Memorial lectures delivered each year gratis to the University. Mr. Frank Bergen has lately added another memorial to his son. It takes the form of a gold medal to be awarded each year at the Lit. dinner by the outgoing board to the author of the most creditable contribution to the Lit. during their term of office. The editors themselves are ineligible.
Francis Bergen was in the Class of 1914, and a member of the Lit. board of that year. He was a college poet of distinction and promise. Had it not been for his tragic death on his way to Plattsburg, and with a few more years of lyric inspiration, it is likely that his poetry would have served itself as his own commanding memorial.