William Smith College - Pine Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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CLASS SONGS 4 . ' 1 1 AA 1 is 5 I22 I Beneath the pine tree's shelter, In love's firm circlet bound, We'll raise our voices gladly Till the echoes far resound. Of our Alma Mater's daughters None honor more her green, Fair William Smith exalting, Than our own 1916. II Then we'l1 always stand together As closely now we dwell, Of our Alma Mater'S virtues In praises warm we'll tell. I9I6,S yellow twining With the tender hopeful green, Ever strong and stronger growing Be our own 1916. CTune-The Pope He Leads a jolly Lifej Dr. Turk, he leads a jolly life, I-Ie's free from every care and strife, No lengthy meetings take his time I would that his gay life were mine. But still he is a wretched man! The Frosh cut class when e'er they can In English Lit they are a crime I would not change his life for mine Yet no Prof better pleases us, No Senior ever heard him cuss, And though he makes us work and work We grind with glee for Dr. Turk.

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Established a strong branch of the A. S. P. C. A. by champion- ing the rights of the horse. At the first meeting of the society the following resolutions were adopted: Whereas, animated by the spirit of humanity and nauseated by the excruciating abuse heaped upon the old animal, commonly called a horse, who now resides in the gym barn, this society pledges itself to abide by the following decisions, namely: 1. No horse, even a Wooden one, shall be allowed to be abused for purposes of physical torture. 2. No horse, even a wooden one, shall be allowed to be vivisected even for a Freshman play to furnish stools for embryo actresses. We, the undersigned, hereby pledge our word of honor to live up to and beyond these resolutions passed this twenty-fourth day of April in the year of our Lord Anno Domini, nineteen hundred sixteen. I2I Signed, THE CLASS OF 1916.

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I via K JS' iw? N'-mx .4 ,W CTune-Rig-a-jig-jigj As she was walking down the street, Heigh-O, Heigh-O, Heigh-O, Heigh-O A Hobart youth she chanced to meet Heigh-O, Heigh-O, Heigh-O. Said he to she: What is your trade? Heigh-O, Heigh-O, Heigh-O, Heigh-O Said she: ' I am a Bill Smith maid! Heigh O Heigh-O, Heigh-O. Said he to she Let's mot'ring go! Heigh O Heigh-O, Heigh-O, Heigh-O Said she to he Oh, no! No! No! Heigh O Heigh-O, Heigh-O. I d be completely terrified Heigh O Heigh-O, Heigh-O, Heigh-O. W1thout a chaperone to ride ! Heigh O Heigh-O, Heigh-O. Then Rig a Jig jig and away he goes, Away he goes away he goes! Rig a Jig jig and away he goes! He1gh O Heigh-O, Heigh-O. 123