Temple University School of Law - Restatement Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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legal lyrics By Nathanikl Nathanson 8Uma iJlater (Tune of “Believe Me, If All Those. Endearing Young Charms”) Alina Mater, to thee loyal voices we raise— To the fair name enshrined in each heart. We shall ever revere thee and sing of thy praise, Even though from thy halls we must part. On the byways of Life, through struggle and strife, Fondest visions our comfort shall he. As the years roll along, we’ll recall one old song; And, dear Temple, it shall he of thee. With our glorious banner of cherry and white— Standard knowing no race, class or creed; And inspired by teachings of Justice and Right, We shall follow where Light and Truth lead. Let us each carry on, for the one who has gone. He who lived that his fellows might share. His ideal shall not fall, when we answer The ('.all; Others onward the guidon shall bear. ulb £ang pne (With American dotation) When all the cases are forgot. And never brought to mind, When ev’ry inkling is a blot. One memory we’ll find. Yes, one sweet mem’ry shall remain Of what we tried to do. In keeping out the snow and rain And still get fresh air, too. One day when we are judges great, And hold sway in some court; We’ll see if we can’t legislate To make closed doors a tort. Rut hark! hope rises on the scene. Let joy come to each man. And give three cheers now for the Dean, He’s promised us a fan. 112

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tZTtjc ®ID hornbook Series (Tune of Old Oaken Bucket) How dear to my heart will be scenes of my studies When fond recollection presents them to me. But mem’ries of Law School, my teachers, my buddies, Shall not be as haunting as one thing I'll see. Some knowledge it taught me; and much light it brought me; But sometime it caught me if caution I'd lack. The old Hornbook Series; it answered my queries, The old Hornbook Series, that stood on the rack. It covered each subject of legal contention, And then it contained fine citations galore, But poor Pennsylvania got so little mention While Siberian cases were there by the score. First comes a decision; and next a revision; Then follows derision Alas and alack! The old Hornbook Series; my poor brain it wearies. The old Hornbook Series that stood on the rack. CHOOSE YOUR OWN TITLE IF YOU CAN (Tune of Swanee River) 'Way down upon the Swanee River, Far, far away. Has no connection whatsoever With what we're going to say. When entering a cafeteria, For food don’t shout. As declarations when self-serving. Are sure to be ruled out. ('.horns: Don't forget your legal training. Going to the store. Rather than come to court complaining Just caveat emptor. Justice is shown on ev'ry painting With both eves tied. That's just to keep the dame from fainting When there arc cases tried. Don't ever bet upon the races, You’l rue the dav: One “nrof.” would claim that as the basis Of what he terms horse play.—Chorus. 113