"ALLONS+ENFANTS+DE+LA+PATRIE."

In fair and frail Fremont, far out in the West,
Where lives the great Rutherford, noblest and best,
There dwelt, years agone, 'mid vexation and strife,
A bald-headed man and his bald-headed wife;
And they had a small cur, and I hope to be blue
If that homely man's dog wasn't bald-headed, too.
In fair, foolish Fremont, so frail and so frisky,
Where the river runs rum and the water is whisky,
These three happy people taught music for "mun,"
And smoked "two-for-fives" till their "tin" was all gone.
And then they took flight and on Cleveland lit down,
And began to paint crimson all over the town.

As soon as they got a small matter of knowledge
They wended their way to this unhappy college
And started a hash-house, where poor grub was sold
For just sixteen times its own weight in good gold.
Unhappy Adelbert her death-song may sing,

For Quartus is monarch and Quartus is king.

Rise up, ye bold Seniors, and throw off the yoke!

Arise, ye tough Juniors, 'mid fire and smoke!

Prance forth, ye loud Sophs, with your much-boasted gall!

Come on, ye brave Freshmen, bring co-eds and all!

Fight fiercer than furies, deal death with each blow,

And yell all together, "Old Dixie must go!"

86

Which?

SOPHOMORE CLASS MEETINGS.

FIRST MEETING.

C-T-S. Mr. President, as it is customary to adopt class hats, and as it is high time that '86 do something to bring themselves to the notice of the public, therefore, I move you, that we adopt the black silk plug or the mortar-board.

C-LL--S, PETTI, L-s, S-- D-- S. President.

Second the motion, Mr.

(The president puts the question, and calls for remarks.)

B-RT--. Mr., President, I shall vote for no class hat except a plug or mortar-board.

am convinced that we must have one of the two.

MISS B--R---D.

A-T-R.

Mr. President, I have no particular choice, but

Them's my sentiments, too.

I'm with the girls, Mr. President,

K--GHT. Mr. President, our sisters are right in this matter; we must have one of the two, and, as for me, give me the plug or give me the mortar-board.

(Applause and cries of "Good!")

P--KS (terribly excited). The plug or mortar-board, that is the tion !

(Amid the excitement the question is called for, and it is unani-
mously decided to adopt the plug or mortar-board.)

Class adjourns, each delighted with result of the meeting.

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SECOND MEETING.

(The vigorous raps of the president finally brings the meeting to order.)

(Here several, in their excitement, used words and expressions which
were foreign to us. They were probably
quoting from Pluto.)

B-CK-TT (appreciating the situation)—

"Of all sad words of tongue or pen,

The saddest are these, it might have been."

(This sentiment brings tears to the eyes of the co-eds.)

Words cannot describe the close of the meeting. Their disappointment is a cut which has left many marks, and we expect that some of them will leave town ere long.

NOTE. We print the above to explain the down-cast, down-hearted, down-in-themouth countenances of '86 for the past few weeks.

"The Co-Eds.”

A LYRIC.

For fifty years Adelbert boys have held aloft the flag,
And o'er their conquered enemies have won the right to brag.
But now another takes the field and dread defiance hurls,
And soon the boys will gladly strike their colors to the girls.

The co-eds come by millions-it makes one's head turn gray
To think these heavenly creatures are coming here to stay;
And when the struggle opens we'll find it mighty hard

To take the honors from & host that's lead by St. Bernard,

Whose weapons are of finest steel from nature's chosen Cutler;
A well-fed host they'd Arter be-a Miller is their sutler.
And as for light artillery, they have a dozen Parks,
And when their eyes flash fire they always hit the marks!

The rank and file are numerous-a goodly sight to see :
Cozad and Bennitt lead the van, and then come M. and E.
The genial surgeon-general in ambush hovers near,
With Purdie, Wadhams, Mallory and Whiting in the rear.

These represent the Junior, Soph and gentle Freshmen classes,

Old Eighty-four can't boast, alas! She hasn't any lasses.

What, none! Why, certainly she has. You've passed by big Miss Take; Old Eighty-four in that, at least, can clearly claim the cake.

But big Miss Take is not a lass-she is a hale old maid:
She joined the class four years ago, and still is there-the jade!
And there is tall Miss Management-Miss Chievous, too, I think;
But most of all the Seniors love their darling Miss Ing Link.