Unto this Last.

In the annals of Tournament fame
Mediocrity's reckoned as nought;
If you can't head the list with your name,
Then a place at the foot should be sought.

So the Colleges strove good and hard
To be first or else last in the field—
To accelerate or to retard
In the hopes of a Spoon or a Shield.

Though the circlet of laurel and bay
Crowns the Shield-winner's brow it is true,
Yet the "Last though not Least" has its day,
For its name's also writ in "Who's Who."

And as one College had to be dished,
Then for sure it was most opportune
And as fitting as could have been wished
That the "Dished" ran away with the Spoon.