Now dear Mrs. Goodrich, our matron of mind,
Who can be both Biddy and Lady combined;
With much versatility, logic and fun,
We welcome her always as “A Number one.”
In strides Mr. Hollister, tall and profound,
Who refuses to see when a laugh may be found;
Who relishes Bennett’s rejecting Miss May,
As though the stale tidings were fresh of to-day.
Then chimes the “sweet singer,” Miss Huston—Ah, me!
What would the Lyceum do without thee?