Yale University Law School - Yale Law Reporter Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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THE VALE SlIINGl,l'1. I5 Then we started as juniors gay, To study the law's most intricate way Some of the fellows hustled for fare, Teller off-hustled the front of his hairg While Conlon showed by his head, when starting, To be like to Heaven, there being no parting. In the Kent Club 'twas that Levy shone, Where his points of order raised many a groan. Here Moore and Gouraud in eloquence grand, Tried whether the House of Lords should stand. In trying for the fournallr staff, Some vented sense the others chaff. Those that did get on the paper, Found it work to cut this caperg For it is a diliicult task to do, And fulsomc praise is the editor's due, The journal in all its publications Giving bright comments and citations. The thing that next caught our attention Was the famous athletic dissension, Which caused this school to form a nine To discount all in the base ball line. To all the players great praise is due, But Durant and Bowers are the two, Who by their management and play, Inspired the men to win the day, And at the end of every game To add more lustre to Yale's fair name. And when the base ball trophy cup Was at the World's Fair offered up To the College nine, best in the land, The Law School nine then led the band 5 And the boys returned with this famous prize, Which will the Law School immortalize. Football is a game that's rough, But those who play ne'er get enoughg

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TI-IE YALE SHINGLE. There were men of many races, Coming from far distant places 5 Moore, the Indian from the West, The London Lord with noisy vest, Flag Pond sent Crain from Tennessee, Turkey, that Turk, Montgomery. The reason they assembled here, To study law and Percyvere, That they might soon possessors be Of the title LL. B. So in September, ninety-two, We met beneath the well-tried blue. All looking hearty, strong and hale, Worthy sons of dear old Yale. Thus met the class of '94, Which numbered just about fourscore. Though reckoned only fair in size, We did not know or realize, Chief justice Adams of our class Was noted for his lack of brass. But all possessed the same intent, To master Blackstone, Parsons, Kent, And where beneath the shining sun Except at Yale could this be done, . With her corps of professors, learned and wise, Teachers of franchise, commons and tithesP It was a little early then, To know which were the brightest men, For Couse and Reynolds were unknown, And Denniston was as dumb as stone, Though Tyner showed us by his face, That he would sure be in the race. After purchasing tons of books, We met the Dean who, by his looks, Proved we were welcome and should begin To learn the mysteries of seisin.

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Tlllfl YA l .li Sl-I INGLE. And Hamlin small and Haskell say, 'Twas not our Graves, Thanksgiving day, The Tigers left upon the field, When to their wedge fair Yale did yield. wk Pk bk a as 34 Pk ik ak There is a horse the poets ride, But in this scrawl there is beside A horse which all may get on me, If I thus floundcr, all at sea. So with a word of last advice. l'll cease to fill you with chopped ice. We've had professors, good and bright, Who taught the law, and taught it right. Now, after all this xvork and fun, For us our lives have just begun- Our active lives, where each his part Should seek and act with all his hearty And whether we succeed or fail, We'll keep our love for DEAR OLD YALE. Roma F. D ff' 'fl' 'TMZ W ' A . ?1'.1l .i-ffl'?'f4 .V m ,glam QQ 5 . Y in Vm lmyigj, 94 5. i iA Y1' will J 365950. N jispnqw 'QW Jqfu- ' Wil X ONOVAN