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Show My Little Prophecy By one of Kiplings F. O. T. S. Fair Broadway don't get anxious, I'll be there! Don't tear your shirt, I'll see you soon for fair. If I have to walk the rails And live on Chinaman's kale I'll see you soon, your horrors soon to share. Don't get lonesome if I do seem somewhat late. I have to wait on dear old daddy fate. Though my hair is old and gray Though my teeth are all in a bad way Though my voice be somewhat horus I shall lead the front line chorus. -Louise Hill, Prima Lux. Our Comeback Louise, we'll tell the world you will be there You will sing for Jolson and you'll dance for fair You can kiss it seems, by nature So you'll choke the throat of Fate, you're Going to be, sweet fairy, verily a bear. And we'll all seek out "Stage Entrance," this we swear. (See us swear !*() !j( !*) - ?*) Pata cake, pata cake jeweler's man. Make some more pins as fast as you can. Mould them and stamp with a big Sigma Chi For seventeen men the others passed by. -Illini. Nice fat girl Windy day Skirts blown up About halfway. Prodigal son Began to laugh, Because he saw The fatted calf. r The ROJ.C Ret view & Page Two Hundred Twenty-seveh |
