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Show SOPHOMORE SONG.As Sung at the Sangerfest. (Air-The Promised Land.)Oh listen, my children, and you shall hearThe story of some chemists here.It won't be long before we all shall havedied, And we'll hold a Sangerfest upon the otherside.Chorus-Ebaugh-baugh, what is it that you teach us? Ebaugh-baugh, teach to the jolly band? Ebaugh-baugh, 'tis suicide you teach us, But we'll all meet together in the promised land.A Freshman green tested for oxygen.He lit a match, but it was hydrogen;He stood and held the flask right in his hand,And he started on his journey to the promised land.Chorus-A qualitative student with his tongue took a lick;The unknown looked mild but contained arsenic.He was seized with a longing to join the band,And he started on his journey to the promised land.Chorus-A stude made a test with cyanide, His friends waited for him on the other side; He poured into the mixture some H2 SO 4 And he followed in the footsteps of those who'd gone before.Chorus-Dr. Knowlton is the Physic's Prof. He's new to us, so we should not scoff; But when he thinks that he can kick us out We'll cease to think that he's a good old scout.Chorus-A-A-K, he's plumb full of mechanics; A-A-K, he's made of light and heat; A-A-K, he goes through funny antics 'Cause he suffers with acceleration of the feet.And then there's isometric "Minnie" Pack, He rips us up when we are lessons back; His head's so bald that he cannot think, And the flies all use it for a skating rink.Chorus-Minnie Pack, he's crystallized and moulded; Minnie Pack, his head's a 'clinal dome; Minnie Pack, he looks just like a fossil; And soon he'll join the bunch down at the Orphan's Home.And then we can't forget old Windy Dick. He thinks that he can all his classes lick; His weight is immense, as he is six feet tall, So out of the window he will throw us all.Chorus-Windy Dick, he likes to tell us stories; Windy Dick, he's quite a preacher, too; Windy Dick, when he doesn't know the lesson, He tells us of the little things he used to do.Smile a little, Help a little, Push a little*The strfiool needs Work a little, Wait a little, Boost a little,And don't get blue.you.-Adapted.Edith Beless.-"Opportunity comes to every man. Through it he gains, wealth, love and fortune."Prof. Marshall.-"Aroused my professional wrath-""Like Thackeray and Dickens, very windy."-Butler.Father.-"What is that red-and-white striped pole over in the corner of your room?"Senior.-"Oh, that's a relic of barber-ism."-Yale Record.Freshman (to Librarian).-"I want a biology of Thomas Carlyle."Sunset at Saltair(238) |
