THE} BEEEEFONTE} CENTRAL,.
If you come to State College you never should
To come on the houseboat that runs on a rail.
But before you begin, for your relatives’ sake,
You had best make your will, and farewell leav
Of all you hold dear on this desolate strand,
For when you embark you know not where you
The track is laid down in a myriad of curves.
The man who designed them most truly deserve
An inventor’s patent, for elsewhere you'll not f
In all of creation crooks of similar kind.
The ballast most used is just common clay;
And the rails spiked to ties half rotted away
The grades of the road are what they should be
If marked at the office they’d at least get a C.
The train is made up on the vest!buled style
With coach, box-car, and flat-car, and once in a'
A stock car is hitched on for ornaments sake,
Or, on extra occasions to more passage room m«
The engine, the height of mechanical art,
Though of ancient design and worn out in part
Still answers the purpose, and moves o’er the n
At a more rapid rate than the swiftest of snails
The fare to Bellefonte was once fifty cents,
But last year a class contest made extia expensi
For this thriving railway; and so to get even
The fare was increased till it’s now fifty-seven.
The property shares are never at par
They’ve been far below since Naughty-
Two smashed the car.
But this'railroad still forms the principal way
Of reaching State College and getting away;
And so of this trunk line we say with a will
With all of its faults we shall on it still.