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Oh, well for the seventeen classes
That had clear weather before,

But the tender grace of a campus dry
Was refused to 1904.

Act III—A Highly Comic Interlude.

Act IV—After

Rise and put on your gym suit. Let me see

You come forth like the Spring—the clock says three.
Come, banish Morpheus. Take no care

For jewels for your gown or hair ;

Fear not, the rain will strew

Diamonds in abundance upon you.

There’s not one Junior—all the college lazes—
That is got up and gone to bring in daisies.

A deal of Sophomores ere this is gone

Off to the fields, and come back laden home.
The tennis court is filled with Nineteen-Six,

Who weave and wind and twist and tie and mix
Again and yet again the lengthening chain,

And anxious ask, ‘“‘How many feet remain?’
So while time serves, ere Sol his eyelids raises
Come, my Corinna, help with the daisies.

the Thunderbolt.

They are gone from the campus,

They are lost to the halls.

Like the rural migration,

They departed these walls.

To the chapel we brought them

Their degrees to obtain;

After chapel we sought them,

But our search was in vain.

Like knowledge at mid-years

Like iced tea in May

Like gym drills this spring

They are gone, and for aye.
Frances M. SIMPSON.

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