Halcyon . your curiosity;By that sin our programmes went, just as did yoursThrough carelessness and through too much security, Look yourselves last; those Freshmen, too, have cowardice is not our rivals your right hands carry wary cautionTo overcome their wiles; be watchful and have all the ends you aim at be own, and ours; then if you fall, oh, Sophmores JYou fall as we did: Serve your classAnd teach us so to , take an inventory of all is ours,To the last quality; tis yours ; our pride,And our own self-conceit is all We dare now call our own. Oh,
Halcyon . your curiosity;By that sin our programmes went, just as did yoursThrough carelessness and through too much security, Look yourselves last; those Freshmen, too, have cowardice is not our rivals your right hands carry wary cautionTo overcome their wiles; be watchful and have all the ends you aim at be own, and ours; then if you fall, oh, Sophmores JYou fall as we did: Serve your classAnd teach us so to , take an inventory of all is ours,To the last quality; tis yours ; our pride,And our own self-conceit is all We dare now call our own. Oh, Sophmores, Soph-mores !Had we but served our class with half the zealWe served ourselves, it would not in its ageHave been left helpless to those Freshmen there! She Meant the Room. Thus said a little Senior who came here once Ive never been to a real swell feast—now listen to before, the mix— In speaking of her happy, of her Freshman days Since I was here so long ago, and that was in of yore, 7^. 153. What fools we mortals be. -D. W-RTH. -L-Z-B-TH -SHB-RN-R. Something worth hearing—Worth laughing. Oh, yes, why, of course. F-NNY Ch-n-y. Byr-n B--NS. And the goddess put on her slippers of golden Now, do you think it a disgrace ambrosia. For one to travel on his face? -NN- W-T-RS. J-N- -TH-L Th-MPS-N. Why, we call all the boys at our table Harry. My flower? Well, the Pansy . IS4 R-CH-RD P-T-RS. Poor thing, a damsel leads thee by the nose. R-G-R F-RQ-H-R. I am McV—gh. This little fellow will D-v-s. Dig my grave both wide and -dw-rd D-wn-ng. Would he were Gr-sc-m. May there be no moaning of the Barr when Igo out to see. H-W-RD C-SS-L. A tailor made thee. W-LL—M Th-tch-r. I am just as happy as if I had good sense. S-M—L St-w—T. Hes a deil with the ladies. -DS-N H-RR-S. My, teacher, but youre smart. W-LL-M Cl-th~r. A gosh-dast cripes from Haverford. -NN- H-M-S. Her chin is very neat and pert, like a chinacup. -TH-L Gr—ST. Li
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