After the January examinations were over first classmen and furloughmen began to count the days until the first of June, and to hold meetings of rejoicing on the hundredth, fiftieth and twenty-fifth nights. On the hundredth night there was a special program, and the following was sung on that night:
THE HUNDREDTH NIGHT.
Come, fellows, listen to my song,
A pleasant tale and not too long,
Of scenes familiar to each one.
Some have passed and some will come.
The hundredth night has come at last,
And first-class course will soon be past,
Of Cadet gray they’ll take their leave
And give their white pants to their plebe.