Graduates All.

By "—————- And Soda."

Tune:—"Love was once a little boy."

Ostler once a Blue-coat boy,
So good, of course,
Swat to him was then a joy,
Our old war-horse,
Now he's L.L.B., "Spike" sub.,
And captain of the football club,
Here's to someone's future hub.,
And our great loss.

Stout you know's the son of Stout
The Chan-cel-lor,
Exams, all o'er at Court he'll spout
At law, O lor'!
An advocate we'll make of him,
John Logan Stout is sure to win,
Cases will come rolling in,
And tin galore.

A braw Scot without a fief,
A. H. Johnstone,
A month's elapsed since his first brief,
Bill Sykes v. Bone:
Feeling in that Court grew tense;
He 'cused the Beak for want of sense,
For fixing costs at eighteenpence;
Then plaintiff's groan.

M.A. Wilson next will be,
Mus. D. (Sung M.U.S.D.)
Though honorary this degree
Is sure to be,
Still surely all of you must see
How tunefully he sings a glee
In any key from B to E,
Our great F.P.

A captain smart have Hockey II,
You must confess;
A goal-keeper and M.A too,
With F.C.S.,
A man of many varied parts,
Sure he'll break the ladies' hearts
When for Oxford he departs,
(To win success).

The skipper of the ladies' crew,
A B.A., too,
We know quite well you are no shrew,
A word to you.
When on the line-out do not fight,
Though the game be at its height,
The referee may be in sight,
And blow tut-to.

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Let us now of others tell,
Who scored a pass,
M. M. Rigg and Isabel,
Were both first class,
M. C. Sprott at Greek O.K.,
A Senior Schol' has gained this day,
Now for his coaching we shall pay.
Or fail, Alas!

"Keep a gamester from, the dice,
A good student from his books, and "tis wonderful."