Vanitas Vanitatum.

Air: "The Languid Man," from "The Belle of New York."

After all, think I'll "chuck it,"
Don't you know,
Or mildly "kick the bucket,"
Don't you know.
We come to Coll. to "Swat,"
Think we know a mighty lot,
Soon find it's all forgot,
Don't you know.

Chorus.
Don't you know profs. keep us at it,
We work away, then kick the bucket,"
So I really don't see why we should'nt "chuck it,"
Don't you know.

Maclaurin's such a worry,
Don't you know,
A young man in a hurry,
Don't you know.
Swat's say he's clear on law,
But that's all a beastly bore,
After all it's mostly jaw,
Don't you know.

Savez-vous Monsieur Zedlitz,
Don't you know,
Knocks six languages to bits,
Don't you know.
He's great on French and slang
Euchre, German, nasal twang,
Lets the "booby-prize" "go hang,"
Don't you know.

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Richmond almost makes me weep,
Don't you know.
Or he sends me off to sleep,
Don't you know.
His awful rate of speech
When tired men he tries to teach,
Would make a cornet bleach,
Don't you know.

Should you wish to tell a lie,
Don't you know,
Then by ethics justify,
Don't you know.
Just seek Mackenzie's room,
Your good motives gently boom,
And you'll find a sinless tomb,
Don't you know.

A sour apple tree's about,
Don't you know,
Where our dear old John "hangs out,"
Don't you know.
It shocks our moral sense
When he takes "Aunt Sally "thence,
And shies her o'er the fence,
Don't you know.

The great "desiderandum,"
Don't you know,
Or "thing to be desired,"
Don't you know, "Not vainly," I will show,
By the shade of Cicero,
Is to just give up the gho'
—'st Don't you know.