No, we do not think there are!
There have been some other classes,
Other seniors have been seen,
But they cannot match the lasses
That are wearing of the green!
They smiled a little and remembered the great mass of green flags and ribbons that had waved to that song in last year's Rally. But they did not answer with one of their own; a little of the first faint conviction that the college owns all her classes, the feeling that grows with the years, came to them, and as the circle pressed closer and closer and their steps fell into an even tramp, Grace called out, "Now, girls, here's to old Smith College!" and they sent it out over the campus, so strong and loud that the decennial people and the groups of Ninety-green and the juniors and the belated sophomores lurking about heard them and joined in:
Oh, here's to old Smith College, drink her down!
Oh, here's to old Smith College, drink her down!
Oh, here's to old Smith College,
For it's where we get our knowledge,