Repository: UIHistories Project: Illio - 1895 [PAGE 42]

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Next day we wore our yellow and white; T h e Soph's opposed and showed good fight; Defeated they were, as the night before, Nothing could touch old '94. Now, as Freshmen, of course we were as green As any Freshmen you've ever seen, Bdt we knew much more than people thought, And remembered well what we were taught. In Chapel we learned to sing and pray, And were taught to walk in the narrow way. On the campus we learned to fluently "cuss," No sailor that lives could come up to us. We learned as Sophs to play base-ball, Till no one could beat us at all at all, And we learned to vault and jump and run; In field-day sports we were excelled by none. In class-room work we were widely known As equestrians who were never thrown;

We rode rough-shod through every "exam," And never troubled ourselves to cram. In our Junior year we learned to dance, We bought dress suits and creased our pants; Sported tan shoes and a feint mustache; Were always found right in the "splash." But now draws "near that grisly day T h a t ends our work and all our play; And of work and play none ever knew more Than our own dear class of '94. And the girls will weep (?) when we are gone, And the Profs will dream of the longed-for dawn Of the heavenly day when '94 Will sit before them forevermore. And now—we are kept so busy runnin' aroun' T h a t we haven't the time to even sit down; T h u s the reason we'll write no more "fool" rhyme Is simply the fact that we haven't the time,

GEORGE FREDERICKSOX.

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