ntages to this noble institution.

The Class of '90 graduating from here to-night met for the first
lesson on October 1st of last year.

Of our troubles and disappointments, it is not for me to tell, but we
have bravely toiled on, and have at last reached the end we have so
eagerly and anxiously looked forward to, and the feeling that we have
learned something which will help us in more ways than we at present
fully realize, repays us for our perseverance.

To-night we graduate from this school into one compared to which the
trials and disappointments of this course will seem trifles. We go
forth to battle with the world, and if we do not keep up with it,
it will mercilessly leave us far behind. But the Class of '90 is
not going to be laggard. Indeed we hope that when we graduate from
that higher and more exacting school, it will be with the same
satisfactory results with which we leave here, and, like Longfellow's
"Great Men," we may leave

"Footprints on the sands of time."

There are several benevolent institutions in this city where
Stenography and Typewriting are taught during the day, without expense
to the student. But the girls that need this instruction most are the
working girls, who have only the evenings to themselves, and cannot
afford to take the time to study that which they know would be
beneficial to them. But the General Society of Mechanics and Tradesmen
have recognized their wants, and every girl in this class has
acknowledged that when in the future she has reached that zenith to
which every one aspires, "Prosperity in her chosen calling," she
cannot forget that it was through this Society she was enabled to
reach that height.

And now, dear Friends and Patrons of this school, I, in the name of my
classmates, bid a cordial "welcome" to you all, confident that you who
have sympathized with us during the past eight months will rejoice
with us in our success.

Class Poem

BY MISS KATIE MASSMAN.

_Class of '90._

My friends, we all have gathered here,
To celebrate this night,--
Th' occasion of a victory gained
O'er a long and glorious fight.

Unlike the battlefields of men,
Where blood flows o'er the plain,
And eyes must meet the fearful sight
Of conquered victims slain,

Our battlefield the school-room was,
Where we have fought and won;
A conflict noble in its aim,
Nine months ago begun.

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