Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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of Qptop0. BY ONE OF THEM. -Me ’ S ' 7 JiH- I. If you want to be an angel, With your resting-place in Heaven, Just go and join the cherubs In the class of eighty-seven. II. Glacldy loves them while they’re drawing; Badger loves them in the shop; But to masticate their English © Makes poor Baldy fairly hop. III. They are innocent, but cunning, Though they look as meek as Moses; Just let them loose around the shop, And they’re thorns among the roses. IV. To make old Badger roam the shop, Like down from off the thistle, They look like Mary’s little lamb, Then let slip a lonely whistle. V. Why inspects he thus that little hole, As a good priest does his missal? Quite easily explained, my friend, He’s searching for that whistle. VI. Whence comes that voice stentorian ? Whence comes that mild reproof? My friend, it’s only Badger, And he’s howling at the roof. VII. When old “ Three Toe ” is around, They seem exceeding quiet; But when he ambles from the room, There’s a Cincinnati riot. 21

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case of the Civils of “equilateral triangle, fifty feet square,” beside other points as new to our dizzy brains as are these. Now we find ourselves at the end of our first year, we are not as green as we once were, and although we don’t sport such high collars, skin-tights and flaxen beards as our immediate predecessors, we feel pleased at the show¬ ing made by ’86, and now we would close this, our contribution to our Seniors, with the toast to ’86. May she thrive and be long prospered, never her name blighted by dishonor, and in the future may we look for names which shall be noted, and which were on the class roll of ’86 of W. T. I. 20

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VIII. These young chaps on the left Have come almost to blows, About a private tug of war On a piece of rubber hose. IX. There on the right’s a Polo match, With never-ceasing noise; Please pass their imperfections by, You know they’re “only boys.” X. Why stands that young man on his bench ? What makes his bosom swell ? Don’t be afraid, it’s only Knight Practicing on our class yell. XI. Why do those youngsters shout so? Why do they fight and scratch ? O, it’s only Rourke and Sawyer At a quiet game of “ Match.” XII. There goes Eldridge with the glue brush; What new joke has he begun ? Ah ! we quickly see the sequel, Burr and bench are now but one. XIII. Between Bit Smith and Ward There’s a long-continued war, And Smith with due solemnity Has thumped him on the jaw. XIV. Why does that young man wear his hair Like a cannibal of yore? Why, Phelon once was scared so, That he raised a Pompadour. XV. Good Heavens ! what a racket! Did you hear that awful squeal ? Yes, some one whacked the Chinaman With a piece of orange peel. 22