SUPPLEMENT.
Lines addressed to the Fourth Class of '78-'79.
To the young gentlemen that are here with us now—
To you and the rest I make my best bow.
Now listen, young men; take heed what I say;
Your time is coming, it's not far away.
Be true to your trust and your old Alma Mater;
Lean firm on that arm, you'll need nothing better:
And to the young gentlemen of the Tenth Section,
Flee to the Fourth—in it there's protection.
Perhaps that will do, but the Ninth, I am told,
Will send the young gentlemen out in the cold.
There are three honest men of old cadet fame—
Phil, Math and Chem, I think is their name.
FLIRTATION PATH.
(Photographed by G. W. Pack.)
These three honest fellows are all very bold,
And are sure to kick somebody out of the fold;
Then off goes the trimmings, and away goes the grey,
And then you are told to get out of the way.