Original Voices from the Past

“Foreward”

We have lived together a year,
  A year of work and play;
The thinks we have thought
And the deeds we have wrought,
  This book is meant to portray.

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The bell rings loud from the tower;
  We all rise up and dress,
And hasten to get to breakfast
  In half an hour or less.

’Tis then we start to recitations,
  To Hitchcock’s Chemistry,
To Phoebe Estelle’s old English class
  And Cook’s Anatomy.

The Greek class digs up rootlets
  From books both old and dead;
The Junior cuts up kitties,
  The Senior stays in bed.

And in Chapel we try to follow
  The trail of Georgie’s prayer,
And hear how boys will steal things,
  Or drink, or smoke, or swear.

Then Prexy brings out a volume,
  From which he turns a leaf,
While the Preps escape thro’ the window
  And Prof. Cook looks down with grief.

But those in the front of the Chapel
  Are following where he leads,
And some day he may see the fruitage
  In thoughts and words and deeds.

And when the day’s work is over,
  We all turn out at four
To see the football heroes
  Run up a good big score.

Then some will still go walking—
  To the Dean, just so much bosh—
But what is the harm of queening?
  It will all come out in the wash.

And tho’ we may be foolish,
  We love Pomona’s name;
So now and yet more in the future
  Let us strive to increase her fame.