Marshals: C. F. Adams, 3rd, J. W. Appleton, C. A. Porter.

College Benefactors. Salem Cadet Band and Drum Corps. Flambeau Corps.

"Sophomore Class," ('89.)

Commencement Day Police, 1812. Navy Club; Rear Admiral, J. B.

Blake, '87.

1st Regiment Band and Drum Corps. Dray with Fireworks. Dray of Graduates.

"Freshman Class," ('90.)

Colonial Coach. Ye Commencement Day Constables. The Mott Haven Cup. Suite of Captives. Graduates in Hacks.

"Law School."

Law School Drum Corps, J. A. Frye commanding. Dray with Fireworks.

When the parade was postponed on Saturday night, many thought it would not take place at all, and many more expected it would be a failure; everyone, however, kept his weather-eye open. Sunday dawned mild and clear, but with a strong wind blowing; the evening was cold, and the streets, which had been deep with mud from Saturday's rain, dried up and became smooth and hard. Monday morning came, and the weather still held good; the high wind, which, as before, lasted during the day, fell at the approach of night, and the elements were at last propitious.

By 7.30 the esplanade in front of the gymnasium was a glare of torchlight and a blare of horns. Drays loaded with special features were placed along the sidewalk, while mounted officials galopped hither and thither pushing and driving the restless crowd into shape. Much merriment was caused at this time by the freshmen lighting their torches long before the parade began, and thrusting them into each other's callow faces, and under the spectators' noses with childish glee. The veterans from '87 and '88 stood indifferent and unmoved while this pandemonium was going on about them, and greatly facilitated proceedings by the extreme promptness and order in which they formed in line.

The procession was unusually prompt in getting off, the marshals and committee of arrangements deserving all credit for the smoothness with which things ran. At 8 o'clock the word was given to start, and the march began.

'87 led the van. Her representatives wore long red togas and black mortar-boards - the "toga virilis" of 1825. The men marched in order and decorum, and presented a fine appearance. The marshals led the procession on horseback, then followed the large body of the senior class, and then, on a dray, a special feature, very well gotten up, representing "Johnnie Harvard's Pa's." The basis for this display lay in the fact that the revered founder of our university boasted of three fathers - one bona fide father and two step-fathers; a butcher, a grocer and a cooper. In the centre of the dray, was seated our statue on the Delta, clad in the exact ancient vestments; the chair in which he sat was made of oak, in exact imitation of the bronze chair of the original, and like the original, the simulated Harvard was wreathed with ivy and held and open book in his lap. The butcher had a long white apron upon him, a square cap on his head, and stood upright at one corner of the dray leaning on an immense meat-axe. The grocer-parent sported a leather apron and sat upon a barrel of spices on an opposite corner, while the cooper, dressed in small clothes and a buff jerkin, was hammering upon a second cask. The whole was lighted up by flambeaux, and was repeatedly cheered along the route.

At the head of the '87 column was borne a transparency bearing the legend - "We are John Harvard; take your pick." A second bore two verses from Holmes' celebrated poem about "the freshman class of one," while the third, and most amusing, read as follows: "We are the oldest living undergraduates; We entered in 1657 and expect to graduate in 1887; Disfigured, but still in the ring; We live in hope."