A unique transparency bore this motto:

"Our Fathers turned blue pale;

Her face New Haven hid;

And we have wallopped Yale

Just as our Fathers did."

Another, with a cartoon of a boy of tender years in pantalettes, was representative of "Hopeful' '90," and its reverse bore some slighting allusions to "J. W. Bind, and Champlin's Liquid Pearl." Still another alluded to the freshman meeting as a "Matinee for Children."

The Commencement Day Police, in blue, with false beards, clubs and plug hats, made a brief sensation. They were an honorary body existing at the early part of this century.

One of the most unique features of the parade was now to be seen, and it awoke enthusiasm all along the route. which our artist has here faithfully depicted, was procured by Messrs. F. H. Sellers, G. B. Baker, Jr., and C. C. Carmalt, '87. It was a genuine old-fashioned coach with six horses fastened to its solid irons. Inside and out it was covered with the most tastefully, correctly and historically costumed men in the whole parade. The guard and coachmen were dressed in long surtouts of brown pleated stuff, and the former bore an immense horn which he blew at intervals. The passengers of the coach were students and gentlemen of the period, artisans, and a lady. The costumes, with their flowered brocades, powdered wigs and delicate ruffles, mingled with the quaint leather garb of the artisans, made a most pronounced hit. The coach was labeled "1750: Cambridge, Roxbury and Boston; fare 2 shillings; I 8th Century Elevator."

The freshman class, almost complete, enthusiastic and - fresh, - now made itself seen and heard. Its costume was the blue regimentals of a soldier of '61, and a rather effective uniform in the mass. A transparency at the head of the parade gave a cartoon of the "lone Indian freshman," of 1636," and on the other side, the fierce declaration - "Here we are, '90. Look out!" coupled with the calm assertion that "90 is the brightest class in many a year." A bulletin signed "C. J.," another proof of the extreme subtlety of freshman wit, warned all students from entering the yard during the celebration. Still another asserted that the college had been "waiting for '90, 250 years;" this was unaccompanied by any statistics showing the in corresponding depression of the college for the first two hundred and forty-nine years of its birth, till, now that '90 has come and is not so very much fresher than other freshman classes, she has felt relieved enough to celebrate in style. This transparency also pathetically inquired "Where was '89 on Bloody Monday Night?" And apparently answered it to their own satisfaction.

The Navy Club here broke the freshman ranks.

This was an organization of the first of this century, and consisted of the thirty laziest men in the class, of which the most supremely lazy was high admiral. About a dozen men dressed as sailors kept the memory of the club alive, and Mr. J. B. Blake '87, dressed in Admiral's uniform, lay on a red divan on a dray, - the laziest of the sluggards.

The 1st Regiment Band followed the Navy Club, and two drays with graduates followed the band.

The great feature of the parade, however, was the great Mott Haven Cup, which now appeared, drawn on a low cart by two horses. It was ten feet high, and nine broad, was a very fair fac-simile of the cup itself, being made all the more realistic by being covered with silver paper. Seated on the rich folds of red cloth which swathed the base of the cup, were Messrs. J. M. Hallowell, '88, and H. D. Hale, '88, its proprietors. Immediately after the cup came a most.

LUDICROUS FEATURE.A large blue rag doll bearing a transparency "Yale A. A. I can't run but I can talk," was pushed along behind the cup in a perambulator by a small gamin in the Wesleyan colors. And a small train of "muckers" bound to the first with a rope and clad respectively in the colors of Columbia, Princeton, University of Pennsylvania, and Lafayette, followed like captives behind a triumphal car. This was greeted with boundless enthusiasm along the whole route.

Some more hacks loaded with heavy graduates intervened between the Cup and the Law School. The drum corps of that body was excellently! drilled by that skilled tactician, Mr. J. A. Frye, and dressed in smart policemen's uniforms they formed a very pleasing feature of the show. Their leading transparency informed the public that they were "drumming for clients." Their other transparencies, though all based on legal catches were exceedingly clever. One represented "Circuity of Action," as exemplified by a corporal's arm and a trim maiden's waist; its reverse, by a diagram of a gentleman birching a boy, gave a good illustration of "Quarter Merited." A second displayed a picture of Austin Hall. A third had cartoons of a gory scalp, labeled, "The First Fee," a Puritan demolishing an Indian, thereby illustrating the "Ancient Action of Conversion;" a convict suit labeled "Livery of Seizer," and a bargain between a poco and an aborigine, representing the "Ancient Action for a Suit." A fourth showed a gentleman being killed vigorously in "Joint Action; "on the reverse an aged darkey was made to illustrate "Black-Male," and a pompous military man, a "Grand Sergeant." A fifth bore on one side two apple trees, a man standing beneath, and in the second scene the apple which hung prominent from the tree is gone. These touching scenes are labeled respectively 'Malum Prohibitum" and "Malum in Se." On the reverse of this ingenious transparency was a silhouette of a gentleman embracing a girl, with the two mottoes, "Inter armas leges et silentes," and "No law forbids the associated press."

The procession consumed about two hours in its march, going over the prescribed route with few delays. Quincy Street was aglow with lights and lanterns. In front of the President's house a platform had been built from which a large number of guests viewed the parade. Almost the whole of the line of march was illuminated by brilliantly lighted and decorated houses, bengal-lights and lanterns. The most beautiful scenes were at Beck Hall, Brattle Street and Garden Street near the old Elm. All the buildings along the route were lustily cheered, the CRIMSON cheer making itself more dear than ever to the public.