Plebeistic youth, lift up your head,
Your yearling path you soon will tread,
Corporal chevrons will grace your arm,
Which fills the beasts with much alarm.
And now we’ve done our level best,
I’ve sung this song by request.
If you don’t like it ’tis not a sin,
To say you think it rather thin.
Note 1. The Howitzer, started by the late Colonel Arthur L. Wagner, Class of ’75, as a small paper, read on the hundredth night, has grown into a large beautifully illustrated book, published annually, that now takes the place of Class Albums.