THI TOAST O the Ireshmen are so green That we ought to change their hue, So we'll take them out a while And simply "put them through," Until we change the emerald To blue, blue, blue. • And vvhen the task was o'er i' faith that they Were blue in body and in spirit too. And yet we did not teach them anything Because they would not learn. Why I would swear Their necks at last became " peninsulas • A stretching out to sea." Green ! Yet I trow They were no whit the greener then than now. But hold, I am a Senior now, and must Behave as fits a Senior's dignity. For now that I am older, I am wise. Grave meditation open up my eyes, Whereby I saw deep in the soul of things, And looked upon the moral side of it,— Not as from class to class, but man to man. And then I asked myself, " when doth a man Need help the most throughout his college life ?" And there is but one answer " 'tis at first." And so I am resolved that I will give A helping hand o'er pathways that are rough, A kindly word, forgotten it mayhap As soon as spoken, yet recorded deep Within the heart, " to be remembered till Time hath worked wonders to fulfill The measure of the sorrow of the years." Or I will give at least a thought and care To those in need, for it may help them more Than any word could do, since it may stay My hand when mad impulse would bid me act. But where's that ,Sophomore ? zd just in lime to see the Sophomore appear from behind rtain where he has been hiding and listening.) Right here am 1, And may I offer thee this 'cup ?