Bomb . to a brass band. When later we filed in his roomthere was no need to ask what he dreamed. A cigarette, business endin his mouth, and a bottle lying broken on the floor was a drama moreeloquent than words. He dreamed of revelry and of song, for the wayhe embraced his luxuriant jag illustrated the former, and when lastwe saw His Royal Whizness he was tuning up to the latter. As wegently meandered toward the door, from his mouth came music, onlycomparable to the fifth symphony, the far-away, will o the wisp strainsof Ha ! Ha! My, etc. The artist will give you an idea of our presentpeculiar
Bomb . to a brass band. When later we filed in his roomthere was no need to ask what he dreamed. A cigarette, business endin his mouth, and a bottle lying broken on the floor was a drama moreeloquent than words. He dreamed of revelry and of song, for the wayhe embraced his luxuriant jag illustrated the former, and when lastwe saw His Royal Whizness he was tuning up to the latter. As wegently meandered toward the door, from his mouth came music, onlycomparable to the fifth symphony, the far-away, will o the wisp strainsof Ha ! Ha! My, etc. The artist will give you an idea of our presentpeculiarities and all but ten will tell their past lives but as for the future,we cant locate that enemy. If we may judge the future by the past,men wearing the colors lavender and maroon will be found in all placesfrom the Himalayas to Klondike; in all positions, from a cell in SingSing to a seat in the Senate; and in every walk of life where there isfame, beautv, or dollars to be found. H. G. M. 39 ^ ^4 -^.c,. oniass Song of 39. [Air, Marguerite of Moniico.] Fifty men strong bound by friendships tie,Fifty men here at the V. M. I.,Form a class, the finest of the fine. The Class of men, we walk our stoop men, no better can be found ;Fifty men, we re always right in line, The Class of Ninety-nine. 0 ! Ninet3-n!ne, Thou wilt never perish ;O ! Ninety-nine, Thee we U ever cherish ;Bright gleams thy star and may it ever her with a vim, boys,Cheer her with a vim, boys. Ninety-nine ! Proudly then her banner we unfold ;Ever to her colors we will hold—Maroon and Lavender we combine To be thy colors. let us have it as our aimTo advance thy loved and honored name,Ever strive to win thee lasting fame. Dear Class of Ninety-nine. M. E. L., 99. 41 CLASS or 1900. Colors. Olive and Maroon. Hellabaloo ! hellabaloo ! Hellabaloo ! bala ! Clicka ! Clacka ! Clicka ! Clacka ! Sis ! boom ! ba ! Keero ! Keero ! Keero ! ki ! We are the Class 1900, V.
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