University of Nebraska College of Law - Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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'flur ireaaure Q29 1 We know a youth with temper sunny, Whate'er he says is wondrous funny, A man with conversation funny Is Campbell. II He makes his brags he does not pass. He would much rather chase a lass. You ought to hear him flunk in class, Our Bump'y. III The lad who Works his teachers well, Who Works his jaw until We yell, One sees a large and jolly sell In Campbell. IV I-Ie said he had attained his aimg To pass on Torts brought him such fame, Life never would seem quite the same To Campbell. E .3 ?red bf. Jweeleq av Baseball man and social stunter, Glee club manager, chronic flunker, Who in the world can this man be? Fred A. Sweeley, K. K. Cr. 162

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1. M if : Mia K , R-R-5' K . Fragedu as Voice of the night-thou tortured sprite Wherefore thine anguished tone? Thou tempest-tossed-thou wailing ghost Why thy unceasing moan? What meaning lies in endless sighs, Soul of the bleak night wind, Thy sobbing low-thy haunting woe, What grief prays on thy mind? Then spake the sad night wind to me, Its voice brimful of tragedy: Woe, woe is me, my heart is sad, I've lost the bestest toy I had, Blithe were my days and free from care Till Jimmie Armstrong cut his hair! an Iflenn iffupp -59 Here's a merry little man, This Hupp, Hupp, Hupp. You can beat him if you can, This Hupp, Hupp, Hupp. But you ought to understand You will have a fight on hand For the girls all think he's grand, This Hupp, Hupp, I-Iupp. x 164