Tempora.

Tune:—" These is beauty in the bellow of the blast" (Mikado).

Now another year has passed since last we met,
To celebrate in honour of the grad.,
And our Joynt has sent a letter, hoping we'll behave much better,
And great Stout has said we're going to the bad.
Yes, he hates to see a student with his spirits so exub'rant,
And especially if he's going to the bad.
So we'll ask of you before we here begin,
To be just as good and quiet as can be;
Keep your farmyard imitations within strictest limitations,
And consign your penny squeakers to the sea;
For he doesn't think that squeakers should accompany the speakers,
So we beg you to consign them to the sea.

Chorus.
Since this is thus, we hope you'll be very respectfully merry.
Restrain your fun,
And make no fuss; but patiently hear him, and heartily cheer him
When he has done.

Of course you all have heard about the Rhodes,
How our "Robby" left the others in the rear;
And he shortly must be leaving, which will set us all a-grieving;
Ask the girls, who think that "Robby" is a "dear."
No, there can't be doubt about it, and aloud we here shall shout it,
That the girls all think that "Robby" is a "dear."
And Easterfield struts round in all his pride,
Has a victor's smile imprinted on his brow;
With a look so proud and "nobby" he says "Cast your eyes on 'Robby.'
Yes, he did it, but 'twas I that taught him how."
Then he raises up his figure, tries to seem a little bigger,
With a look that says "'Twas I that taught him how."

Chorus.
Since this is so, his cap has a feather he'll wear in all weather
To meet our gaze.
Before we go, as each one rejoices, let's raise up our voices
In song of praise.

At the tournament this year we held our own,
For we managed to obtain the tennis shield,
And our Froggy, he the smiler, proved himself a first-rate miler,
And he very soon outdistanced all the field.
With a judgment scientific and a stride that was terrific,
Yes, he very soon outdistanced all the field.
At debate although we did not get the scroll,
Yet it really can't have been a great defeat,
For George Toogood with his vampire, feeding on the British empire,
Is a chap who is at talking hard to beat.
Yes, Ostler's huge statistics and Toogood's cabalistics
Must in quantity and style've been hard to beat.

Chorus.
Then here's a toast, here's tennis and talking, here's running and walking,
And sports galore.
And 'tis no boast, Victoria "Collers," if all are not scholars,
Are men, that's more.

Why, what is love but Fortunes' tennis ball?" —Soliman and Perseda.

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"Come, fill the cup and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of Repentance Fling." —

Omar Khayyam.

Qui vit sans folie n'est pas si sage qu'il croit.