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Caption: Illio - 1896
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The " Profs," by the " P r e p s , " will be left in the storm If they don't change their old ways and start a reform. They think we'll stay with t h e m for two years or so; 4t T h e y ' r e mistaken, to " Freshies " or Sophs " we will go; Not because they are better, for that cannot he, For look through the world and our peers you'll not see. No class has e'er equaled, will equal, the old The " Century Clans/'—till the world shall grow cold. Go on, Nineteen H u n d r e d . (Jo on, to the fray. For t h e world vou will brighten forever a n d a v e . Although you a r e young a n d your pleasures a r e few, All your troubles will vanish like sweet m o r n i n g dew. Go on, ever forward. T h e r e ' s still room before. Mav vour star cast its rav on t h e wav e v e r m o r e . Go on, a n d in age if you t h e n backward fly, May you find naught but days of an unclouded sky. " S o m e of t h e m lanky—some of t h e m lean, A few of t h e m cranky—but none of t h e m g r e e n . " H. H. D. W. MCCOLLUM BAKER. I r PREPDOM. «7
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