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Show The Junior's Parting Shot at '09 HEY'RE a funny bunch, those Seniors. When we won the flagrush they yelled "Graft;" when we won the baseball championship they yelled "Graft;" when we won the basketball series they yelled "Graft;" and when we beat 'em in footfall, they varied their yell by yelling "Grafters." They haven't done such a lot in the three years we've known 'em, but gee! what a lot they must have done the year we weren't here. They had a most unique dance in their Sophomore year. The "magnificent decorations" consisted of two borrowed Navajos and a strip of bunting that wasn't fit to decorate the interior of a Greek restaurant. The floor wasn't slick, neither was the punch, yet they went in the hole anyway. But losing money is characteristic of 'em. They lost on their Sophomore dance, on their prom, on their Year Book, and their Senior dance. Then when we come to give proms our credit isn't any good because the Seniors don't pay their bills. Nevertheless, when they come to leave we forgive all the trouble they've caused us. The fellows are all right-all of 'em. They're an honest, good-natured lot of rough-necks, and they've never done us any real harm after all. And we take our hats off to the Senior girls any day. You're a funny bunch, Seniors, but you're a good bunch; we like you and hate like the deuce to see you go. Good luck to every one of you. |