Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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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

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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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XVI. That is their man of valor, Whose delight it is to boast Of a midnight trip to graveyard, Of a duel, and a ghost. XVII. His delight it was to read, When the hours of night were mellow, A ten-cent book with title bold, And cover bright and yellow. XVIII. Here we have a former Junior, Who dressed with greatest care; But that was just a week before He lost the President’s chair. XIX. But now he looks dejected, Rambles ruefully in rags, With a boiler for a Derby, And his legs encased in bags. XX. Let cigars go to thunder, Leave the rink to wane or wax; Raise fifteen cents upon your hat, And pay th’ athletic tax. XXL It’s time for the babies’ bottle, Confound those little scamps. Hastings’ got the colic, And Hitchcock’s got the cramps. The Junior s made an effort To knock us out of time; But there’s lots of courage left In that same little nine. XXIII. There’s lots of fun before you, boys, With perhaps a chance for Heaven; So raise your voices with a will, And Hurrah ! for ’87. 23