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Caption: Illio - 1896
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Z$t Jdfe of a Sreeflman. I'KIZK H f M O K o r s POKM. lie was a jolly Freshman, Conditioned, too, I trow, And just because in learning He never did know Howe He Brushed up well in tactics, And Tooke philosophy. In Summer time he studied cats And physiology. He Dodged the class in English, And thought he'd worked a bluff, But when he flunked out in exams He walked off in a Huff. His grades that year in chemistry Were 'way up over Parr; He won an A by sophistry And his knack of seeing far. For in exams he worked a scheme, He wrote his answers dim. a Ah! by the Powers! That paper'sgreat! I'll Palmer off on h i m ! " Instead of studying Algebra He hunted with a Gunn, And got a " C " for all his pains When the winter term was done. He wasn't Greene in history; In physics, I deplore, The Moore he got, the Moore he sought He always wanted Moore. In coming from the farm one day u It rained. He said, By gosh ! Old man, don't go to Vet Without a Mcintosh ! " He said he'd be an engineer He really thought he could— But he grew White about the lips, When he failed in working Wood He had no Hart for drawing, Which he found he'd have to take, So he took a Vial of poison And went swimming in the Lake. A Draper came and hung some crape Upon the chapel door. T h e Military band came out, A Porter walked the floor. And when one softly asked the cause, His voice was full of sorrow He brushed away a falling tear: " His funeral's to-morrow.'' LUCILE A. BOOKER. 227
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