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Caption: Illio - 1895
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©ur jfreshman Social Oh, my classmates, and ye people, Listen to my song- of gladness, Listen to my tale so joyous, Of the ever-famous social Of the Class of Ninety-Five. As had always been the custom Of all classes gone before us, We proposed to hold a social, Hold a social grand and glorious, That would live henceforth and ever In the history of all peoples. Other classes laughed in deep derision, Laughed at us and dared us try it; Laughed and said we were too feeble, Much too weak to hold a social. But we chose a sturdy leader, And we laid our plans most careful, To depart with no one's knowledge To the grand town of Decatur, To the town of courteous people. The hour of three on the day decreed Found us waiting at the station, Ready at the proper moment, Ready with our bags and baggage, Ready for what e're might happen. Ready for the Freshman Social. Ready also were man}' others, Many friends of other classes, Who to show for us their fondness Wended to the station with us, Begged us to postpone our social j Till the time should better suit them Much they wondered where we journeyed, And in vain they tried to keep us, Tried to take our leader from us, And with chemicals to scent us, But in this, as in all others, Failed they to unveil our plans so careful. Then our leader fondly called us. And we must obey our leader; So we started sadly weeping, Weeping for the Soph's and Juniors, For the friends we left behind us. t 4 When we reached our destination, Reached the great and gorgeous ball-room.
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