Yale University - Sheffield Scientific School Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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458 HISTORY OF 1916 S. Send 'em to the chair. Massacree lem, fricasee 'e1n, Or they'l1 get the swag. And let the roornfull Sing that tuneful Interfraternity rag Cyesl N Interfraternity rag! There is a terrific fight. The count is seen to slip the Sage a quarter. He immediately arises. Sage, stroking beard craftily Boys, boys, one moment before We get to work. I find by section six, article live, of the rules of 1889 that the control of the telephone booth is neutral, and that is further substantiated by page 334 of the eighth volume of the new marking system rules. Please consider the point as settled. The battle reopens with renewed violence. The lights go out, and pistol shots are heard. Oaths, dull thuds, explosions. The building caves in, and the entire caste sink among the ruins. Amid the rising flames, the Council is seen struggling at each other's throats. Only the Student Council remains asleep. ASBESTOS CURTAIN. -JAMES ASHMORE CREELMAN

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FOLLIES OF 1916 S. 457 Loreuzo sings I wandered lonely as a cloud- Prtme Minister Off on that. Where do you obtain your materials, anyway? Everybody took that course-and we 've heard the parody, too. Councilrnen, I hereby propose that the prisoner be sentenced to ten years in the Byers Hall phone booth. Court Jester Phoney kind of a sentence-probably from one of Jim Coghill's editorials. Justice Scott Why would ye have me throw him there? Council We do not know, nor do we care. Court Jester I said this was the Student Council. Justice S. Csings as per Al Jolsouj Good councilmen Qyes! yes ID Take up your pen Cwhat? what?D Our weekly session now begins. So take your knives, Coh! oh lj Brass knuckles, gyves, Cso? so?D Your black jacks, clubs, and javelins. Come get apart, Cha! ha U A iiying start Cyahl yah lj To give it customary swing, And while each faction Gets in action, Let us softly sing: Chorus Kill the others, kill the others, Grab ,ein by the hair! Hit 'ein, shoot lem, Kick lem, boot 'em, -

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FOLLIES OF 1916 S. 5 INCRIMENTAL REPETITION The farmer 's Wife was a buxom lass -Butter and eggs, and a pound of cheese- I know of a ballad in English class Entirely Written in lines like these- Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese! The huntsman bold gave a merry laugh -Yo ho, ha ha, hee hee, so ho- You can read for a page, or a page and a half, And the only darn thing you can see is, lo: Yo ho, ha ha, hee hee, so ho! The troubadour sang of a maid forgot- -With a toot, and a root, and a tra la loo- You can look for a plot, but you'1l ind it not. The bard seems to think this will carry him through: With a toot and a root and a tra la loo. The village bells did merry ring -Sing fol, sing rol, sing parish bell- The fellows who finished this course now sing, With a maniac laugh from the padded cell: Sing fol, sing rol, sing parish bell! I