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 ?