. The Phoenix. e end The headache, and a million dread nightmares School boys are heir to; tis a consummation Profanely to be wished: To fail—to bust To bust —perhaps wide open. A3, theres the rub; For in that bust of ours what ghosts may come, When we have put aside these student garbs, To haunt our lives; theres the respect That plays the dickens in the school-boys life: For who would bear the knocks and bumps of school, The professors frowns, the best mans ostentations. The impudence of freshmen, and the quizzes That wicked juniors ask a senior grave. When he himself might his departure tak
. The Phoenix. e end The headache, and a million dread nightmares School boys are heir to; tis a consummation Profanely to be wished: To fail—to bust To bust —perhaps wide open. A3, theres the rub; For in that bust of ours what ghosts may come, When we have put aside these student garbs, To haunt our lives; theres the respect That plays the dickens in the school-boys life: For who would bear the knocks and bumps of school, The professors frowns, the best mans ostentations. The impudence of freshmen, and the quizzes That wicked juniors ask a senior grave. When he himself might his departure take Without his sh eepskin? Whod these troubles bear But that the dread of something next school year. The often traversed pathway oer whose stones So many students fall—sure cooks our goose, And makes us trembling face the music now Than dance to other that we know well of? This passing scares the mischief out of all, And examinations sure both tough and long Fan us in the first action. Trip to Pikes Peako. mm Bay; O, wise faculty! and O, wiser students! I much rejoice to pen it, The session days, in which you lived in clover Are gone and over. Gone are the fellows large and little. Gone are the shavings that they whittle; Gone are the ladies, short and tall. Who crowded Caruthers Hall. Gone, too, the Greeks and Barbarians who sw In secret session and perforin Feats of the ring, Unequaled elsewhere and quite the thing. Gone are your societies where your hearers wondereYour little Tullys thundered, Your Hectors blustered, and your Solons blundered;And Dodson. poor boy, was praised and plundered. Think what wind and muscle were expended; What ball teams played us and bad defended; What legs and heads were broken, marred and mended Before the session ended. With common sense I wouldnt be at war, That session days must come, it needs must be, (And go, thank Heaven!) but when I see Your ways and means and what you be, I think of the words, which on a time, a person said: If you
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