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THE BATTALION.
will make each and every Cadet ready
to help his college out and be proud of
her success.
£ £
Foster Hall is almost completed and
it is certainly a fine building, adding
much to the looks of our already beau
tiful Campus. The work on the Agri
cultural Building is also progressing
nicely and we hope that it will be com
pleted by the opening of the next ses
sion.
I wish that the members of the Corps
would he more liberal with their con
tributions to the pages of our paper.
Some of the boys are very liberal in
this line and we appreciate it very
much, but there are some others who
could contribute a great deal to pro
mote the interest in our paper, but
they won’t. I hope that in the future
they will be kind enough to send us
a few lines for the Battalion.
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ONL>Y TOO TRUE.
i unbuttoned my coat with a sigh of
relief,
Soon after a tussle with a slice of
beef,
And pulling on my slippers I started
to “dig”
For the reason that I’d soon be ques
tioned in “Trig.”
But somehow or other the “Trig” grew
remote,
My thoughts began to wander as gos
samers float,
And slowly, unconsciously, in a
dreamy kind of way
I began to ponder on the happenings
of the day.
This College is the worst place for
pests of all degree.
Forinstance, there’s the “Bum”—he's
fio stranger to me,
With his cigarette paper, “Can you
fill this prescription?”
And “got a stamp?” All have heard
requests of this description.
And there’s the grumbler. He’s the
worst beef in the herd.
Kicking about the grub or having
lost a bird.
He’s equipped wih brains enough to
carry him. through a flying
If he’d only use them rightly and
stop his constant crying.
There’s another type of youngster.
Now isn’t he a bird?
He’s the good-natured fellow of whom,
perhaps, you’ve heard.
He’s a hearty, well-met fellow
for any mischief willing,
But as for lessons and the like he’s
worth the killing,
whom, perhaps, you’ve heard.
I’ve forgot the “Sport” with his four-
inch collar.
You’d think him a millionaire, but he
hasn’t got a dollar.
Red tie, tan shoes, fond of his own re
flection.
Put him under a microscope, he won’t
stand inspection.
And there’s that nuisance. What?
Taps? By Joe!
And four lessons to-morrow—a hard
row to hoe.
Speaking of freaks—don’t I take the
cake?
At Zero in Math and 85 to make.
S. H,——, ’01,