  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.) FLIRTATION PATH. 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. Then you'll think of Flirtation and old Gee's rock, And the place where you sat with your Sweet Four O'clock; Then you'll think of the taffy made over the gas, Of the butter and sugar you hived from the mess. Now when to the blackboard for trial you stand, Keep steady, be ready, your chalk in your hand. Don't think of failing; stand well on your ground; Don't let it be said—a man has been found. This poem is respectfully dedicated to the Corps of Cadets, by THE BARRACKS. (Photographed by G. W. Pack.) THE BARRACKS. |
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