Chilhowean 1916 . Soph omores Near the old Chilhowee mountains Famed in war cry and in song;Far from artificial fountains. Boulevards, and Broadways throng;Where our Alma Mater glorious Rears her turrets, ivy crowned;There the Sophomores victorious Let you know that theyre around! All our lifetime well remember How weve loved this friendly Hill;How weve longed for rare September When vacation makes us enjoy our books and classes; There are teachers we adore;But—to hear those lads and lassies Raise the roof with Sophomore! Soon well leave these halls of study; Summers voice will whisper

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Chilhowean 1916 . Soph omores Near the old Chilhowee mountains Famed in war cry and in song;Far from artificial fountains. Boulevards, and Broadways throng;Where our Alma Mater glorious Rears her turrets, ivy crowned;There the Sophomores victorious Let you know that theyre around! All our lifetime well remember How weve loved this friendly Hill;How weve longed for rare September When vacation makes us enjoy our books and classes; There are teachers we adore;But—to hear those lads and lassies Raise the roof with Sophomore! Soon well leave these halls of study; Summers voice will whisper Come!*Some will farm, their faces ruddy; Some will sell will flee to home and mother, There to rest upon their oars;And when next we see each other We will not be Sophomores. When we reach the realms of gloryAnd the Angel Gabriel sings Edens celebrated story; When his perfect tone and meter Make the seraphs beg for more; Wonder if twill sound much sweeter Than our Rah! Rah! Sophomore! (71).

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