_June 2, 1891._
Hail! To our friends, both one and all,
Hail! To our neighbors, great and small,
Hail! To the sweet June air and sun,
Hail! To the Class of '91.
For the past eight months we've been working,
Working with might and main,
To get Phonographic outlines
Fixed firmly in our brains.
But now our work is ended,
Our Winter's work is done;
Then hip hurrah, hurrah, hurrah,
For the Class of '91!
And we smile as we think of the hours
That we thought so fraught with pain;
They have gone like the fleeting shadows,
N'er to return again.
And now we can sit in our cosy homes,
And watch the drizzling rain;
It used to be, "Put up your umbrella
And don't you miss the train."
I was seated one night, with book and pen,
The midnight oil burned low;
While on the table spread before me lay,
A legal doc. with verbiage slow.
When all at once on the still night air,
Rang a terrible shriek, so wild and shrill,
It curdled the warm blood in my veins,
And made my very heart stand still.
I rushed to the casement, and open it flew
The pale moon shone in the azure sky,
And like costly gems, 'neath a cloud of lace,
Gleamed the stars in the Milky Way.
And I looked and shuddered,
For what did I see,
But Thomas and Maria a lookin' at me,
Their voices were pitched in the high key of C.
Classmates, now step to the front,
And make your bow to the business world,
We are ready to work for honest hire,
With our banners all unfurled.
And now in conclusion we bid you adieu
And make room for the Class of '92.
Now give three cheers, and three times three
For this glorious G. S. M. & T.
God's blessing be on it forever, we say,
May it know naught but prosperous days.