Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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w uv patient Bab HEN we were tots, just young and smal The habit then was formed to call On Dad. At night, when frightened in our beds, A steady wail rose from our heads For Dad. Whene ' er we hungered wild for sweets, The ear that hearkened to our bleats Was Dad ' s. When from the righteous path we erred, And mother our hopeless case referred To Dad, Instead of sending us to bed, He took us to the old woodshed — Did Dad. When foolish questions we would ask, The man who rallied to the task Was Dad. Whene ' er a penny we did want, The one whose footsteps we did haunt Was Dad. And now our bills are not so small, The C. O. D. just means to Call On Dad. — F. H. M. ' 14 .

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){4 TAPS Dedication o those tobom in our pouth toe toere often toont to tjecb not; to those tofj o habe borne toitb us, anb tobose sacrifices habe mabe tbis toork a possibility ; Co (Bm Jfatfjer eber toiling for us, bo toe affectionately bebicate tbis bolume, as an appreciation of their genuine toorth, anb of tbeir lopaltp to us.

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EXECUTIVE STAFF TAPS, ' 14