{ William W. Johnson, Owego, N. Y. Matthew H. Thoms, Cincinnati, O. Ira Rush Alexander, Lewistown, Penn. Heman P. DeForest, N. Bridgewater, Mass. George M. Beard, Andover, Mass. Richard Morse, N. Y. City. James B. Chase, South Pekin, N. Y. Albert Francis Judd, Honolulu, Sand. Islands. Frederic Adams, Orange, N. J. Albert B. Shearer, Doylestown, Penn. Thomas G. Thurston, Kailua, Sand. Islands. Frederic A. Ward, Farmington. Henry H. Stebbins, Brooklyn, N. Y. DISSERTATIONS. James A. Dunbar, Carlisle, Pern. John S. Robert, Mastic, N. Y. Charles B. Sumner, Southbridge, Mass. William Lampson, Leroy, N. Y. FIRST DISPUTES. Charles W. Ely, Madison. {William P. Ketcham, New York City. Charles W. Coit, Norwich. Harrison Maltzberger, Reading, Penn. Walter S. McClintock, Pittsburgh, Penn. Horace Dutton, Auburndale, Mass. William L. Matson, Hartford. Heber H. Beadle, Hartford. Charles H. Rowe, Farmington. Pierce N. Welch, New Haven. SECOND DISPUTES. Israel Minor, New York City. Melville C. Day, Biddeford, Me. William R. Kimberly, West Troy, N. Y. Hiram H. Kimpton, Ticonderoga, N. Y. COLLOQUIES. James P. Brown, Pittsburgh Penn. {Buel C. Carter, Ossipee, N. H. Charles N. Ross, Auburn, N. Y. A. Welles Catlin, Brooklyn, N. Y. Wooden Spoon Exhibition. In speaking of this prominent and popular feature of "Presentation week," we beg leave to assure our readers, that any opinions we may venture to express, are entirely exparte and candid, though we confess a little modest pride will sometimes invade even the Editorial sanctum. The entire affair, from the dull matters of finance, to the eloquence and wit which graced the closing performance, was an entire success. Probably no one will think us extravagant, when we claim for it the merit of being the finest "Wooden Spoon Exhibition" ever given in our College. In the first place, the "Invitations" were both beautifully designed and executed, thus hinting, from the outset, at the way in which everything was to be conducted. Secondly, we take the most lively satisfaction in commending the plan of admitting ticket-holders without invidious discrimination between those having ladies in charge and the less fortunate "single gentlemen." Had the old plan been preserved, our seat might have been much less eligible than it really was. Music Hall was thus quietly filled at an early hour with the choicest of the chosen, and at 8 o'clock, the exercises commenced, with an overture from Wallace's Band, (substituted for "Seventh Regiment,") which discoursed acceptable music throughout the evening. The "Opening Load," upon which, apparently, all possible changes had been already rung, proved at once unique and appropriate. The "Shell" burst, and the "Spoon man" gracefully acknowledged the re-echoing applause. The "Salutatory" was a worthy and characteristic production of its "distinguished author." Displaying at once a mastery of the purest English and most idiomatic Latin, it deserved the praise it received. The Colloquy, entitled "The way we do things," although, apparently, well written and planned, suffered much from the unavoidable delay between the scenes, and some few mistakes in acting. Of the singing by the "'63 Glee Club," we will say, once for all, that it was magnificent. The "Original Music," composed by one of the Club, was in the highest degree appropriate and beautiful. His Satanic Majesty's "High Oration," was spirited and timely. The second Colloquy, under the title of "Forensic Disputations," justly caricatured some of our College exercises, and had many “good loads," which only the initiated were expected fully to comprehend. "The Subitaneous Concussion of Particles Calorigenous," furnished the theme for a truly Philosophical Oration. Though the theories and principles advanced are, no doubt, "amenable to dubitation," we confess we have concluded to take them all on trust The Editorial mind, we regret to say, became slightly bewildered, under the new flood of scientific light. Probably we have, in the thesis above, the solution of this dreadful hot weather; at any rate, we trust the rebels at Richmond will soon know, by sad experience of our artillery and gun-boats, "how hot the subitaneous concussion of particles can make a place." The closing play-"College Bores," was most enthusiastically received. In its line, it was the finest of the evening. A Poem followed, on the theme of "Yale Memories,"'-a fitting subject and, moreover, well treated; and then came, what always is, or should be, the great feature of the exhibition—the Presentation and Reception Addresses. The anticipations of the audience, which, for good reasons, were at high tide, were evidently fully met. We disclaim all intention of being unduly complimentry, but we must say, we think the "Presentation Address” was worthy "the man, the subject and the occasion." By its literary and rhetorical excellence, and still more, by its true and exalted interpretation of the spirit and meaning of this time-honored anniversary, it served to give a new value and dignity to the entire occasion. The "Reception" was no less tasteful and appropriate. Thus passed off our "Wooden Spoon Exhibition." The unanimous choice of the Class was the actual "Spoon Man," and every arrangement had been made to give satisfaction to Classmates and friends. Open now to make selections without regard to scholarship, and placed on a better, higher basis than ever before, the "Spoon" may, henceforth, secure such support as shall ever keep it one of the highest honors. Death of Captain W. H. Miller. The Senior Class of Yale College having been informed of the death of their classmate, Captain W. H. Miller, while serving in the army of his country, desire to give this public expression of their sympathy with his bereaved relatives, and their appreciation of the deceased as a man of scholarly talents, gentlemanly bearing, and uniform kindness of heart. Mr. Miller enlisted as a private early in the war. For his conspicuous bravery at the battle of Bull Run, he was promoted to a Captaincy in the Ellsworth Avengers, and while serving in that capacity was taken away by disease, in camp before Yorktown. We, his classmates, do fervently trust that the lessons of this, the fourth visitation of Providence during our course, may not be lost upon any one of us at this, our parting hour. In behalf of the Class. G. M. BEARD, D. H. CHAMBERLAIN, H. H. KIMPTON. Death of Francis K. Heller. "The melancholy news of the death of our young friend and townsman, FRANCIS KERN HELLER, reached us yesterday. Of the numerous victims of this fell war, which it has lately been our duty to record, we know of none for whom we more deeply grieve than poor Frank. He was so young, so gifted, so hopeful. We were wont to anticipate for him a career as brilliant and useful as his boyhood and youth so strongly indicated. But, alas! all our fond hopes in his future success are blasted now, and we have only left us the consolation that the young hero died nobly in a sacred cause. Many a tributary tear will moisten the eyes of those who knew and loved him, when they read this notice of his untimely fate. He was the son of Mr. George Heller, Jeweller, of this city, and was born on the 17th of July, 1844. He was admitted to our High School, August 13th, 1855, and graduated from that institution with high distinction, July 1st, 1859, standing, we believe, first in the Classical division in his class. He entered Yale College the following September, being at the time only fifteen years of age, and, if we remember aright, the youngest of his class. He possessed remarkable natural talents, and his industry and good conduct ever endeared him to his teachers. When the war broke out he enlisted as a private in Capt. Arthur's company, Col. McCarter's Regiment, the 93d P. V., and served in the severe battles of Williamsburg and Fair Oaks. All know how the 93d suffered in both these battles, and in the latter poor Frank was wounded. But this is not the most melancholy part of the story. He was returned in the official report of casualities among the slightly wounded-and his relatives and friends suffered but little uneasiness on his account. His father, however, went to Philadelphia to bring him home, but learned there that he had been sent to New York. Proceeding to that city, Mr. Heller, after much difficulty, succeeded in ascertaining that his son had been conveyed to David's Island Hospital, and that he had died there very shortly after his arrival, and had been buried with fourteen others. Poor fellows! they were laid side by side in a quiet and beautiful retreat—but no headstone marked their individual graves, and not even the sad satisfaction was left the father of bringing to his native place the remains of his darling son. Let his afflicted relatives be consoled. Few can hope to leave behind them so fair a fame as Frank. He sleeps in peace-in sure and certain hope of a blissful resurrection. 'Sleep, soldier, sleep! from sorrow free, [Reading Daily Times. [We cheerfully give place to the above notice, as the most fitting testimonial of one who, when he was with us, was universally beloved. Sixty-three has given nobly of its members to the ranks of the union army, and Heller has been the first to fall in the sacred cause.] Editor's Table. Well, it's all over. Wooden Spoon and Presentation Day, Pow Wow and the DeForest, are among the things that were, and we are left to tell of their glories. But it is rather sad to think that when they come again we will be the ones whose names shall be placed on the list of Alumni, and whose faces shall be no more seen of College. And yet we mean to be merry over it,—to have as good a time as we know how, to cram up our Astronomy like heroes, and to enter Senior year with as much of a rush as any other class. Examinations make us think of the SophWithout a doubt they mean to do a big thing on Biennial, and in order to do it rightly, have begun by an enormous thing in the hat line. Whether that will help them, remains to be seen, but they seem to bear up bravely, though silently, under the pressure, and to be ready for either fate. We very distinctly recollect, however, that in our year, "Biennials are a bore," was gratuitously practiced omores. on the college fence every evening, about this time, for the benefit of all listeners, and to the utter discomfiture of all "digs" within hearing. But though we regret the loss of such lovely strains, we dare not recommend their resumption, for have not the Faculty put their foot down and said that the fence is ineligible as a "roost"? And have not that ancient body severely dealt with all refractory collegians since that vermilion edict? So we must even bow to our destiny, and let the Sophomores keep silence, for alas they have no place where they may sing and be seen at the same time by tearful maidens from over the way, who have, doubtless, the pleasing impression that Biennials are things of awful peril. Even now we hear, ringing in our ears, the doleful bell, which summoned them to that dread abode of the Biennial tyrant, to be bored and badgered, tortured and tormented, till their day is over. The last report is, that the Faculty have, with their other restrictions, also come down on singing. We wait in terror the result of their next deliberation. What with the fence, the windows in 'North Middle,' music in "study hours," and the new system of fines, we are rapidly getting into a very bad way. And the Freshmen.-They are resting after the effects of Pow Wow, and taking things in a general way very much as a set of men do in the, third term of Freshman Year, i. e., as easily as possible. Good luck to them,-may their work in campaign times be as good as their reputation so far in College. All the while we have been writing, that Devil has been hovering about us, and at last has just gained courage to rush up, dash a roll of paper on the table and leave, closely followed by a spare boot-jack. The appearance of the sanctum at this interesting juncture, is rather remarkable. The Muscular Man has just been. interrupted in an insane attempt to give us a Baccanalian solo about going home drunk as fiddlers, and has been safely stowed away in a corner by the Deacon, who keeps guard over him with the poker. It may be as well to mention that in quieting his troublesome patient, the Deacon has employed the choicest terms in the slang dictionary, and at last, in utter despair, has annihilated him for a few seconds, by a double barreled Spanish oath, just imported for the use of the class, express from the West Indies, by two patriotic individuals. Meanwhile the two Presidents have left their dignity behind them, and are tossing pennies to see whether Linonia or the Brothers will win. They are just far enough gone to imagine that there are two champaigne bottles between them, whereas there is only one, and are unsuccessfully endeavoring to drink to each others' health out of it at the same minute. The only man sober in the room is the unfortunate wretch who pens this sad story. He has been chosen as secretery at this meeting, and in order to secure a good report, he has been studiously deprived of all bibulous consolation till his task is ended. His only happiness is in thinking that the resolution holds good over the next assembling, and that then some one else will be in his unenviable position. In order to fill out his Table, he has had recourse to the Devil's MSS., and out of a lot of trash, has taken something or other, he hardly knows what. He has found a conundrum which was evidently contrived in order to curry favor with the Board. It runs on this wise: "Why is the Board like the Old Testament ?" and then, in the full display of his supposed superiority, that imp has written in large letters, “Give it up?" manifestly hoping that some one will be dull enough to allow him to anLounce the answer, which he triumphantly declares to be "Because in them is contained all the lore and the profits." Requests have been handed in from time to |