Repository: UIHistories Project: Illio - 1896 [PAGE 211]

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You may sing about the nation, And the wonders of creation: Vnd may search this old world over, low and high; But in all your recreation And erratical gyration You'll find nothing like our dear old V of I. You may cross the briny ocean, And may watch the Rhine in motion; You may scale the snowy mountains' dizzy height; But the time of great emotion And of mystical devotion Is when the Uni pennant conies in sight. You remember the sensation On your first strange visitation To the unfamiliar halls of Illinois. Preplet time in your formation, Or a Freshman's convocation: Then the guying Seniors often made you sigh. You were meek as all creation, Without any compensation, Till the social put you in a mood for fight; Then you came to the conclusion, Which was not quite all delusion, That each mortal man possessed a certain right. Then a Sophomore your station, With your learned dissertation You filled the dear old Uni full of woe. With your cane, pedestrination Was the means of navigation. How you domineered the F r e s h m e n , d o n ' t you know. To a J u n i o r , your progression Carried you to full pohsehsion; And a J u n i o r h o p " t h e Hwellest «»f the year." To t h e u n d e r m e n concession, To the Senium condescension; And honors thickly gracing your career. But the place of ebullition And of frantic, wild condition Is the ball field w h e r e we beat Xorthweste r n ' s team. H e r e with fierce gesticulation And with loud articulation We realize our fondest, fairest d r e a m . Now t h e time of full fruition As a Senior your position. W h e n with dignity you don t h e cap and

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Now a week of dissipation And of nierrv recreation. The coming Senior ball is t e m p t i n g quite. And in hearty glad libation, And with joyous acclamation, 4 V You vote t h e dear old Uni out of sight. ' • So h e r e ' s to t h e U n i ; 0 , long may she t h r i v e ; May h e r sons be h e r pride in t h e world. A s a fountain of learning, O, may she e'er strive To keep h e r p r o u d b a n n e r unfurled. May her fame grow world wide, And whatever betide, May our h e a r t s thrill for dear Alma Mater. G. I\. HorPRR.

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