The Lanthorn 1899 . A JUNIOR RETROSPECT. Iii this land of the brave and free There dwells a class in unity. And tis the one thats fin-de-siecle. Yielding to none in mite or niickle. In all the years that have past and gone Not a brighter light has known its dawn Than from this Lanthorn now doth shine And spread in ever widening line. When Freshman bold we ruled the world,The rest did keep their banners ! in those verdant days of yoreWhen we stood on the bottom floor,To us twas sure we knew it is before and causeth a fall ;For as Sophs so immensely keenWe found a Fresh is al
The Lanthorn 1899 . A JUNIOR RETROSPECT. Iii this land of the brave and free There dwells a class in unity. And tis the one thats fin-de-siecle. Yielding to none in mite or niickle. In all the years that have past and gone Not a brighter light has known its dawn Than from this Lanthorn now doth shine And spread in ever widening line. When Freshman bold we ruled the world,The rest did keep their banners ! in those verdant days of yoreWhen we stood on the bottom floor,To us twas sure we knew it is before and causeth a fall ;For as Sophs so immensely keenWe found a Fresh is always green. Sophomoric days are best of all,Tis then when first we learn to we laughed at Freshman babiesTill they almost had the rabies ;As on the floor in fear they satAwhile the wind blew through our Soph is loved by all the schoolBecause hes such a harmless fool. As mighty Juniors bold and bad,Weve all the traits we ever may have added one or twoWhich heretofore we never more we
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